Page 66 of Brutal Savior

Fuck. Maybe I like the idea of getting caught a little bit, too.

I pull the flexible vibrator out of Quinn, leave the plug, and lift her down, setting her on her feet just long enough to undo my jeans. Her eyes widen, locked onto my cock like it’s a gun pointed at her head. “What—”

I don’t give her time to say something stupid and get herself in more trouble. I yank her skirt up over her hips, lift her by the waist, and slam her back into a tree, held so her pussy lines up with my cock.

She squeaks, clutches at my shoulders, and wraps her legs around me, scrabbling for some sense of control. She’s so fucking delicate that it’s easy to hold her in place as my cock pushes into her entrance.

She’s wet as all fuck, but it’s still a tight squeeze, especially in this position and with the plug jammed in her arse. I don’t go slow, though. I’ve waited long enough for this, and by the way she’s clinging to me, so has she. She’s tight as hell, her pussy stretched wide as I slam into her with one vicious thrust.

“Oh…ow…Jacob…that’s too—”

“Shut the fuck up.” I hold her there, impaled on my cock against the tree. “Someone might hear. People come through here all the time. You want them to see you getting fucked like a needy little slut?”

She shakes her head, but those telltale spots of color are back in her cheeks, and her pussy clenches even as she says, “No. Please.”

“Bollocks.” I yank her crop top and bra up in one go, baring her perfect little tits. Her nipples are hard bullets, and I twist one as she mewls, trying her best to keep quiet. I drop my hand to her arse and pull out almost all the way before driving back into her. The breath leaves her in a groan.

I start to fuck her slowly, eyes locked on where we join, mesmerized by how I fit into her tiny body. “Maybe I should strip you naked and tie you to one of the benches in the main street. Spread your legs wide apart so everyone can see how fucking horny it makes you. Would you like that?”

“Noooooo.” It’s a long, drawn-out sound, punctuated by the thud of flesh against flesh as I ram my cock home. Shit, she feels too good.

Her eyes close, head falling back. She’s close. I slap her cheek, and her eyes fly open, her mouth an adorable, shocked O. “Oi. Keep your eyes on me.”

That red flush rises higher. I grip her tight and start to thrust in earnest, loving the little gasps she makes every time I bottom out inside her. Her gaze is locked on mine, icy blue eyes wide as she starts to moan.

“Are you close, Quinn?” I can hardly get the words out, my own voice strained as I catapult toward climax. Fuck, I don’t want to get there before her. The poor girl needs this.

“Yes, I, oh, fuck…”

Quinn’s words cut off in a long yelp, and her pussy spasms, gripping my cock like a vice as her orgasm hits her. It pushes me over the edge, too, and I drive deep, a surge of rough pleasure shooting out of me. Her fingers are claws, digging deep into my shoulders as I empty inside her.

She’s panting, and her head drops to my shoulder.

It’s an odd, tender gesture after my rough usage, and it brings my awareness fully to her. I’ve put this girl through so much, and she’s taken all of it. Her hands loosen, and there’s something so trusting about the way she goes limp. She knows I won’t drop her.

Fuck. Now I wish I had a blanket to wrap her in. I carefully pull out and adjust her, holding her with one hand whilst I button my jeans. It’s awkward, one-handed, but worth the effort. I like the way she’s relaxed against my chest, and setting her down would risk ruining the moment.

I pull down her top and skirt as best I can and set off for home. This time, I’m keeping everything crossed that we don’t bump into anyone, and for once, I get what I want. She’s shivering against me by the time I get her in the door. Overload of sensation and too much adrenaline can make people over-sensitive to the cold.

Once we’re safely inside, I strip the dirty clothes off her, remove the plug, and strip off myself before tucking us both into bed. She needs a shower, but she needs this more. She snuggles into me without complaint, and her body gives another little shiver.

“I don’t know why I’m so cold. It happened all at once.”

“You’ll warm up in a minute.” I wrap my arm over her, and she sighs.

“Did you leave the vibrator in the woods?” Quinn’s question comes out of the blue, and I realize she’s right. Not like me to forget.

“Yep. Shit, I should go and get it.”

“Nah. Some old lady’s dog will find it and bring it back to her. It’ll be funny.”

I snort at the mental picture it brings up. Fuck it. She’s right. It is funny. There’s a long pause before she asks, voice quiet, “Are there old ladies here, or do you just get new sex slaves once we get old? What happens when we’re past our best?”

Her question is a screaming siren telling me how badly I’ve let Quinn down in her first few days here. I’ve been so distracted by her unexpected presence, and by my attacker, I haven’t even explained what the Brotherhood is properly. She thinks she’s disposable? Fuck, that won’t do at all.

I settle my arm more firmly around her. “I’ve messed up. I’m sorry. You should know all this by now.”

She waits in silence as I try to decide where to begin. Gabriel said this part was difficult, and I imagine it was ten times worse for him. I’m used to hard conversations. This should be easy for me.

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