Page 49 of Unholy Obsession

Caleb snorts. “Well, he certainly fits your type.”

“If by my type you mean big, broody, and can handle me,” I say, waggling my brows, “then yes, Bane passes with flying colors.”

Marcus takes a slow sip of his whiskey, eyes still trained on Bane. “You treating her right?”

Bane doesn’t hesitate. “Always.”

Something in the way he says it makes Marcus nod, satisfied. Caleb just grins. “Then welcome to the madhouse.”

I beam, wrapping my arms around Bane’s waist. “Told you they’d love you.”

“I don’t recall you saying that,” Bane murmurs, lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“Well, I thought it,” I admit. “And that’s close enough.”

Quinn strides up next, all sleek confidence and leather. “Moira, finally. Thought we were gonna have to send out a search party.”

“Oh please, you know I always come back to the scene of the crime.”

She smirks. “And Saint. I was wondering when we’d see you again.”

“Quinn.” He inclines his head.

“I see you’ve met Moira.” Quinn seems amused, looking back and forth between us. Why did she call him Saint?

I squeeze Bane tighter, wondering how they know each other. “He’s my Dom.”

Quinn nods as if something’s just clicked into place. “Well, that seems like a perfect match.”

“Don’t you have a pain piggie to be making squeal somewhere?” Bane inquires mildly.

But Quinn just grins and sits down in the chairs beside us. “He doesn’t get here for another hour. I’m free to hang out ’til then.”

Bane rolls his eyes but then asks if I want anything to drink.

“Sparkling soda, please.” I intend to play tonight, so I’ll stay strictly no alcohol ’til afterward.

Bane kisses my forehead and heads to the bar.

I immediately spin toward Quinn. “You know Bane?”

She shrugs. “I may have run into him a time or two.”

“With or without the mask?” I quiet my voice so Caleb and Marcus won’t hear. Caleb rarely has a night off, so I definitely want to catch up with him, too, but first things first.

Her eyes widen. “Haveyouseen him without the mask?”

I sit up straighter. “Of course I have. I’m his sub.” I feel so fucking proud saying it.

“I didn’t know you did that. Have you ever been a sub before?”

“All the time here.”

She rolls her eyes. “You know what I mean. Like, a real sub. For anything longer than a night or two.”

“There’s a first time for everything. I can learn. Iamlearning.”

Quinn’s eyebrows just raise as she eyes me over her cup.

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