Shifting my eyes between his face and his dick, I felt my nerves go into hyper-drive. The air suddenly became thick like smoke, clogging my lungs. The walls seemed to shrink, closing in around me.
No. No, no, no.
“What are we going to do, Quinn?”
“What do you mean? The condom broke, it happens. I'm sure it'll be fine.”
“You're sure it'll be fine, that's your answer?” Biting my thumbnail, I chewed it feverishly. “What if I get pregnant? Oh my God... What if I get pregnant?”
“If it happens, we'll figure it out. But don't go worrying about it yet, it might not happen.” Pulling me in, his massive size engulfed my body. Draping his finger down my cheek, Quinn lifted my chin. “There's something about you, Cadence. Something that keeps me wanting more, and nothing will push me away. Your father, a baby... Nothing.”
Batting my lashes, I stood speechless. His boldness kept words from forming in my brain, his touch left my skin aching for more.
Quinn had been everything I've wanted and nothing I expected.
I knew my father wasn't going to let this happen. He wanted me all to himself, for his own sick games to mess with my head. All my life he had his fingers tightened around a noose just for me.
But now, that was all going to change. I deserved to be happy, to live my own life. Why did I have to spend every day striving to keep him placid, keep him tamed enough to seem happy?
“Quinn, My dad is going to force you to fight for him. And if I get pregnant, he'll kill you. He won't let this happen.” Dropping my head, my fingers teased his elbows, eyes looking over the ink wrapping his arms.
Fire surged over his face, his lips thinned, chest puffing out. “He can't control everyone. And he certainly can't control me.” Grabbing my face, he forced me to look into his eyes. “And he won't control us.”
A calmness seemed to surge my body, easing every doubt, and fear that had come to life.
Quinn sounded so sure of himself, but he didn't know my father.
No one really knew my father; not like I did.
The strength of his fingers kept my eyes up, his gaze set firm. “You don't understand, my father is dangerous. And he always gets what he wants, Quinn,always.”
“I am not going to fight for him, it doesn't matter what he wants. The only thing that matters is what I want, and that's you.”
For the first time ever, I felt safe, I felt untouchable in his arms.
Gripping my chin, he raised my lips to his, kissing me with such force that my heart beat deafening thumps inside my chest. The pounding silenced the horns from outside, the loud street below became non-existent, numbness took over and drowned out the world around me.
“Get dressed, I want to show you something,” he said, tossing me the blue towel hanging on the wall.
“What?” I asked.
“You'll see, just meet me outside in ten minutes.” He pulled his jeans over his hips, a subtle jump shook them into place. Small droplets of water still rested on his shoulders, holding on tight.
I watched one finally break free, trickling over his skin, and following the curves of muscles. I wanted to lick it off, taste it over my tongue before it disappeared.
Walking to the door, he closed it behind him. I heard his feet thudding across the floor, and the front door shutting with a bang.
Standing in the bathroom, curiosity began to wrap my belly.
What the hell could he want to show me?