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He presses harder with his thumb, and I detonate. I bite my lip to stop myself yelling as pleasure explodes deep in my core, driven even higher by the rhythmic thrusts of his fingers. Oh my fucking god, this feels too good. My eyes roll, and I arch my back against his chest as the shockwaves ripple through me.

It was worth it. I'll ask politely again if it means I can have another one. I could get addicted to this.

And that’s dangerous.

It’s a sobering thought that dampens down the final ripples of pleasure. And a device? It sounds more sinister now I’m coming down from my high.

Jacob’s fingers still, and he says, with unbearable British smugness, “See? I told you good girls get rewards.”

“Fuck you.”

It’s out before I can stop myself. There’s a long silence, then a sigh. “You’ll pay for that later, love.”

“Why not now? Get it over with.”

“Because I said so. And anyway, we’ve got too much to do.” He pulls his fingers from me.

“Too much to do?”

“Yes, there’s your medical to deal with. And then we’re going shopping.”

Chapter Fourteen

Jacob

I let Quinn dressin some of the clothes I'd bought for Suzy. With a lot of grumbling and some carefully placed knots, she manages to cobble together something that looks like an outfit, though it drowns her. Suzy is on the tall side, with a curvy figure.

Quinn looks ridiculously cute in her badly fitting getup and growls at me when I tell her so. She doesn’t swear again, though. She’s learning.

We head to medical first. It’s a large section of the main admin building, stocked with equipment even the Mayo Clinic doesn’t have. Several top-level doctors are Brothers, and besides that, the Brotherhood keeps a full medical support staff on site at all times.

They take Quinn’s blood, a urine sample, and a couple of swabs and run it all through analysis right then and there. The doctor smiles when he pronounces her free of all communicable diseases.

Placing the tracker is a quick process—an injection to the back of the neck. I don’t tell Quinn what’s happening, just that it’s another test. With Suzy, I’d wanted to make a ritual out of it, but it’s too soon for that with Quinn, whose temperament makes it an important safety measure.

Plus, it might be fun to let her run again just so I can catch her.

The doctor nods once the process is complete. “I’ve requested her full medical history, too. I’ll forward it to your phone as soon as it arrives.”

Quinn is unusually quiet through the whole process and takes a deep, relieved breath as soon as we’re back in the open air. “What’s the matter? Don’t like needles?”

She smiles, but there’s a brittle quality to it that sets a red flag waving. “Something like that.”

There’s a story here. I try to get it out of her, but she stonewalls me, and I don’t feel like arguing with her. I already owe her a punishment and want to limit her chances to earn more for now. I’ll get the truth soon enough.

I want to do something Quinn might actually enjoy. I don’t know the girl, and I need to. The reality of how entwined our lives will be is sinking in, and it’s a fucking bizarre feeling. As if I went on a stag weekend in Vegas and woke up married to some bird I just met.

I don’t know what she drinks on a night out, what movies she enjoys, what sort of things she does for fun. I’m not much of a talker, but I have to find out somehow.

I take her hand in mine as we approach the part of the Compound dedicated to entertainment. Up till now, I haven’t bothered with it much. Compared to most Brothers, I spend a lot of my time in the outside world. The weird, village-like feel of the Compound creeps me out. But I can’t take Quinn outside, so I’m stuck with it.

One section is designed to look like a high street. A lot of it is aimed at the Wards. There’s a hairdresser, a beautician, and even one of those places where they inject your face with Botox. A tiny jewelry store and a bunch of other artsy shops selling trinkets add to the cutesy, holiday town feel.

Cobblestones run down the middle of the street, all old school and quaint. Park benches. Shrubbery. Even a post office, so people can post Christmas cards and the like.

Quinn stares at it all, and I can’t tell if she’s impressed or horrified until she mutters, “What the fuck? This is like a movie set pretending to be real life. It’s creepy.”

“You’re right. It is fucking creepy. Seb and Gabriel think I’m an idiot for saying that, but you get it. I knew you were smart.”

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