Page 57 of Body Lock

Shaking my head, I said, “You're wrong. And I'm going to prove it.”

“What are you going to do, Quinn? Huh?” She raised her hand, twirling it in the air. “Are you going to whisk me away and lavish me with everything I've ever wanted since I was a little girl?”

“Yeah, that's exactly what I'm going to do.” I didn't waver in my answer. The words came out strong and firm. I believed what I was saying, and one way or another, she'd see it too.

“Bullshit! You can't do that, you can't give me empty promises.” Her eyes narrowed, glaring down her nose at me.

“I'm not feeding you lines, Cadence, I'm serious. What have I told you before? I always stand by what I say.” Gripping her wrist, I yanked her to the wood. Leaning in, I brought my lips to her ear. “And I will spend as much time as I need showing you that you deserve more.”

Her cheeks blushed, lashes fluttering against my face, their tiny wings licking my skin. My dick thickened with the gentle touch. Her lips grazed mine, their soft velvet feel drawing me in.

I wanted to tear her from behind the bar, wrap my tongue over her ear and nibble her earlobe. Drawing a finger over her chin, I softly pushed the tousled strand of hair behind her ear.

Run away with me, there's nothing here for you. I can take you from here, show you a life without scars.

I wanted to send those words into her ear, fill her mind with the pleasantries of what her life could be and not what she thought it had to be.

A familiar raspy voice floated over my shoulder, pulling me from our moment, from our tiny bubble we had found in this horrid place. “Well, well, well. Look who it is, the fucking stain from my briefs,” Nico said.

“Ha! Stain from your briefs... Good one. That's original, and it also gives a lesson in your hygiene.” The grizzly smirk spread across my jaw. “Or should I say, lack there of?”

“Fuck you, prick.” Nico gritted his teeth, his black eyes set deep in their sockets.

“Am I the prick here?” Pushing the hair away from my forehead, I straightened my back, muscles tightening with disgust. “I think you have that backwards.”

An animalistic grunt rolled through his teeth. Watching his fists ball by his sides, arms stiffen as his shoulders rose towards his ears. “I would love to knock your smart ass remarks down your throat, but the Macro needs to see you.”

Cadence twisted her head, muscles loosening, lips falling toward the ground. “What did you say?”

“I said your Daddy wants to talk to him. What, you couldn't understand that?”

Shaking her head, her hand flailed between us, slicing the air in half. “No, no, that's not happening. And you can go tell him I said that.” She stood completely still, nostrils flaring with every inhale.

Even in her anger, I watched her tits engorge with air, chest puffed up against the fabric. The subtle display of emotions tore through her insides. The only thing holding her back from screaming was the hard shell wrapping her flesh.

“I'm not your fucking pigeon, go tell him yourself.” Nico wrapped his fingers into the tail hanging against his neck, tugging on the elastic to tighten it.

Cadence glared at him, thinning her lids, her lips pulled tight against her jaw. “Nico, go tell my father—” Silencing her voice with my hand, I jolted from my seat.

Nico jumped slightly, his hands balled tight, arms cocked as if he was ready to strike. Seeing his reaction, the intimidation he felt towards me, it felt fucking awesome.

Fucking pussy, he thought I was going to hit him!

What a joke.

He had walked around here treating everyone like shit, walking over Cadence, abusing the power he thought he had.

With me around, he was still an asshole, but his tone was a lot more pleasant.

“Alright, let's go talk,” I said, holding my arms out.

“Quinn, no! Don't do this, he's dragging you into his games.” Her tensed, open gaze pleaded with me to stay.

“Cadence, it's fine. I'm just going to tell him the same thing I already did.” Reaching out, I grasped her wrist. Yanking her in hard, I leaned into her face, hovering over her mouth.

Her breath was warm against my skin, prickles rode over my neck, her sweet scent tangling itself around my pores. Bringing my thumb to her cheek, I ran it down slowly, following the fragile outline of her throat.

I could feel her body shiver, a tender pant expelled behind her glistening lips. Firmly, I squeezed the back of her neck, pressing my lips against hers. I expected her to resist, to push me away with so many eyes upon us. Her father was only a room away, his fucking bitch standing right beside me.

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