Page 54 of Body Lock

Chapter Eleven

Quinn

Staring at my ceiling, I studied the cracked plaster spidering across every inch. This place was a fucking shit hole, but it wasmyshit hole.

I'd been living off my savings, and all my applications for work went unanswered. My bank account wasn't endless, and sooner then later it would dry up. If I didn't find something permanent soon, I wouldn't even be able to keep this place to bitch about.

And with all the pressure to keep this dump over my head, I honestly didn't care, all I could think of was Cadence. Her perfect fucking pussy, and how tight it felt wrapped around my cock. Fuck, that woman was hard to forget.

She was a challenge to get, and now that I've had her, I only wanted more.

I'm not letting her go, she's mine now. Once I decide I want something, that's it. I've staked my claim, her father can go fuck himself.

He thinks he can bribe me, scare me into doing what he wants.

Not a chance in hell.

A pinching sensation split through my wrists, my fists had balled on reflex, the injured hand still sore from the fight.

Exhaling heavily, I shook the tingles away. That man drove spikes through my core, he wanted to keep me from his daughter, from what is mine. But I'd find a way to keep her, every inch of her was worth it.

Lifting myself off the couch, I walked into the small galley kitchen. Opening the fridge, I grabbed the carton of milk, the smooth, creamy feel layered my throat as I took a long sip. A soft gasp exhaled as I wiped my lips.

And all I could picture was her pussy, dripping with juice, silky and glistening. I couldn't shake that image from my brain, it sat there, heavy and melting its way into the muscle.

And the condom broke.

The thought lingered for a moment, twisting into the idea of her carrying my child. I liked that image, it settled nicely in my skull, a light smile peeked against my cheek.

I wasn't sure why the idea sent a wave of excitement through my heart, and I didn't care.

Maybe deep down I secretly hoped it would happen, that I'd be able to have her in a way that no one ever would. If she carried my child, that would cement my name on her back, she would be mine forever.

Pulling the phone from my pocket, I scrolled down to her name. I was finally able to convince her to give me her number after I took her to see the kids.

But she was fucking resistant as hell. It seemed like I was trying to squeeze blood from a stone. She bit her fingers, glanced sideways, and stumbled on her words. I knew her resistance was because of that asshole who called himself the Macro.

Cadence told me she had rules, even with her phone. That was the most insane thing I had heard in a long time. She was a grown fucking woman, her full figure and tight pussy showed me that.

But she nervously ran through the guidelines for me to have her number. No calling during working hours, no calling between nine in the morning and eleven, and absolutely no leaving a message. Glancing at the time, it was five and she should be at work.

Fuck, I'm not going to let that man dictate everything, especially when it comes to me!

Staring at the window, raindrops patted against the glass. The ticking echoed loudly through the thin walls. I've lost a lot of myself, but Cadence sparked a piece of light that had smoldered.

Her smile sent prickles down my spine, her eyes sparkled with life; even with the shit she had to deal with.

Fuck, she made my cock so hard it hurt.

Resting my hands on the counter, my head fell forward, I can't wait anymore, I need her now.

Grabbing the bulge growing in my pants, I pushed my palm against it. That woman made every piece of me ache to feel her.

Thumbing the button to hit call, the light dimmed and brightened, her name glowing across the screen. Running my hand through my hair, I couldn't stop myself.

Fuck her father and the rules.

The ringing hit my eardrums, two rings, then three. I wasn't sure if she was even going to answer.

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