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This time, it feels evenbetter. My chest feels weak as all of my focus pools to my slit. He doesn’t even have to touch my clit—our bodies are rubbing so close together I can press it against him.

I writhe faster, and he grunts louder.

“Fill me up, Silver,” I moan out my darkest thoughts, and it makes him squeeze his arm around me tighter. “Please. I need it.”

And at the proclamation, it comes.Hecums. I cum. All is right in the world.

Chapter 24

Arosso

Call it guilt because of my bombastic younger cousin, but I helped repair the set ofChilling Desiresalongside the crew. Yeah, everything will be reimbursed and paid for, but nothing really makes up for lost time, so I threw the director a bone and waited late into the night until shooting wrapped up.

Bonus points that Quinn loved every second of it. She felt part of her favorite stupid show. Guess that counts for something. And best of all… I said something I don’t regret. Been fighting the thoughts and suppressing them as infatuation or lust orwhatever. But it’s not just those things. I care deeply for her.

I do actually love her.

It’s only been a handful of months since I met her, but what’s right is right. I’m old enough to fucking know.

Now we’re in the car pulling up to our safe house, and I know there’s a world of trouble inside. Her father is going to be livid.

“Let me handle him.” Quinn puts her arm over mine before I exit the car.

“This is my responsibility.” I eye her with no room for question. “I’ll deal with it.”

“Hey.” Her hand slips down to clasp into mine. “Today was amazing. And I loved every part of it.” She leans over and touches the stich over my eyebrow.

“Even the fighting?” I ask.

She raises her eyebrows. “You championed for me. Felt likeGame of Thrones.”

I scoff. “Idiot.”

“Says the guy with dried blood and bruises,” she scowls right back.

“You have a few of your own.”

We both smile into a kiss.

“I earned those, though.” She sticks her tongue to the top of her lip like the naughty woman she is.

I’m not going to lie… I thought our chemistry would fizzle after sex. Thing is… I enjoy her. The way she gets giddy over stupid shit. I don’t know… guess it’s contagious or something.

You know what? It’s more than that… she’s easy to talk to, and she’s hardened enough not to fold into a little clam when shit gets rough. I can appreciate that.

We exit and go into the house. I can feel the tension as I walk toward the locked cellar door. There’s a chance he’s waiting at the top to tackle me, but that would be a dumb move that could result with both of us tumbling down the basement steps.

Krchk.

I open the door to silence. Even more eerie.

Pointing sternly for Quinn to head upstairs, I make my descent.

“Patrick,” I call. “Want to apologize for the unexpected turns today. Your daughter is safe… we just had an issue on set—”

A hand grabs for my collar, but I dash back, push his arm all the way across his chest to disable him, and grab his collar so I’m the one in control. He could use his weight to body me, but my muscle would overpower.

“Hey!”I yell. “I already apologized.”

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