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Walkingthrough the doors to Levi’s house, we’re both quiet, just like we were the entire drive home. I can feel the tension rolling off his body, and it’s hard not to take it personally. I hate it because I don’t want to go to bed. I don’t want to sit in my room and replay the night in my head—the way my sister treated me and how my uncle never stood up for me. He just watched as it happened.

Even my aunt seemed upset, but she’s never been one to step in during conflict. She says it stresses her out. Passing by the entry mirror that I looked at earlier this evening, I barely even recognize the girl staring back at me, the events of tonight clearly weighing me down. My eyes are red rimmed and watery, my nose is rosy from sniffling, yet it’s the pain in my chest that’s almost unbearable.

It feels like there’s an elephant sitting on my chest, except it’s just the pain of my family never being on my side and never choosing to protect me.

“You want to forget?” Levi whispers into my ear.

“Yes,” I say, fighting back tears. “I don’t want to think about it anymore…not tonight.”

I don’t want to think about how my family made me feel tonight. How they turned me into an outsider instead of one of them. It sucked. I mean, how depressing is it that the only person at that table who stood up for me was Levi? And he had to do it against his ex-fiancée, with her new boyfriend—the one she cheated on him with—sitting right there by her side.

“I can help, but only if you trust me,” he says, and I immediately nod.

“Yes, please, Levi,” I tell him, ready to beg as embarrassment starts to wash over me.

“Then go to my room and get naked. I want you kneeling by my bed when I get upstairs,” he says, a little grin playing on his lips.

“What’re you going to do?” I ask before I leave.

“Just getting you water, Angel. I have a feeling you’re going to be very thirsty tonight,” he says before swatting my butt.

“Now go on. I want you ready before I get up there.”

CHAPTER19

LEVI

Walking into my room,I see Quinn kneeling naked at the foot of my bed, facing the mirror, and she’s exactly where I wanted her. Making the last few strides to stand over by her, I watch her eyes intently follow my every move as my hands motion to release the clip from her hair, letting her honey-blonde strands fall loose down her back. My fingers follow, making sure it’s all undone. She looks so perfect, her reflection from the mirror staring back at us, her perfect body on display, and it’s hard for me to make sense of how I’ve gotten this lucky.

I unbutton my pants in effort to give my aching cock some relief, so hard that my boxers are barely restraining me, and all I can think about is how badly I want to be inside her again. It's been way too long. The blow jobs have been out of this world, but there's nothing like the feeling of being deep inside of a woman. This woman. Quinn. The one who’s been forbidden to me for years; the same woman I thought never wanted me. I’m starting to realize that belief was only because of Ally.

But that’s a realization to process on another night—not one where I have a naked queen, broken in front of me, just begging for me to put her back together.

Me. My dick, specifically.

Quinn, like the good girl she is, complied with my request and is already naked. I pull her up from her knees, her round ass brushing into my dick as she tries to tease me. Every touch tests my restraint, and the urge to slide my cock inside her tight cunt—or ass—right now is overwhelming.

“What're you doing?” she says quietly, watching me in the mirror. My fingers dig into her hips as I pull her back into me, hard. My mouth latches onto the tender spot where her shoulder meets her neck, biting and sucking as she moans. Her body arches against me as her ass grinds on my cock, the friction enough that I'm nearly coming in my pants before her lips even touch my length.

What a fucking shame that would be.

“Looking at how gorgeous you are,” I whisper against her skin, my fingers slipping the hair tie from her wrist. “My beautiful whore just waiting to please me.” Her eyes darken at my words, and I’m reminded just how well the two of us really work together. She’s the Yin to my Yang, the hot to my cold, but damn, when we’re together, it’s fucking euphoric. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I watch as her eyes follow my every move. My hands drop, gathering her hair back together, only this time I section it into three parts before quickly twisting it into a braid, fastening it at the end.

Smiling down at my handiwork, I wrap the braid around my hand, once, then twice, before giving a firm tug. Quinn whimpers at the feeling, her ass grinding harder against me.

“Don’t be greedy, Angel. Because if you keep pressing this sexy ass against my dick, I’m going to fuck it.”

“And that would be a problem, why?” she says with a smirk, causing a groan to rumble up my chest.

“Not tonight. I promise you that soon I’ll claim this ass, but tonight I want you on your knees, those cherry red lips spread open as my cock slides down your throat. I want to watch as you gag on me, choke on me like the dirty slut you are, thirsty for my cum,” I tell her as I spin.

“Yes, sir,” she whimpers.

With a surprising amount of grace, she drops back down to her knees and opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out like she’s waiting for me.

God, she’s fucking perfect.

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