And I think I might be falling for him.
CHAPTER 21
Xander
THAT ZEN FEELING OF KILLING A MAN
I need to leave.
It seems to be the same chant every night in my head.
Only this time, she goes to sleep knowing I’m here, watching her.
The sun is already high in the sky, but the temps aren’t too bad. At least I won’t be sweating my ass off when I head out to the desert. Which I really need to fucking do. The last thing I want to do is piss off my sister-in-law by being late for dinner, all because I needed to spend as long as possible torturing the piece of shit who touched Quinn without her consent.
I swear her freckles glow as I stare down at her, wrapped up in my arms with her face resting on my chest.
Right where she belongs.
In another life, I might believe it. But I’m not lucky enough to be blessed with an angel in this one. And she’s too sweet to get tangled up with a fucked-up monster like me.
As soon as I walk out of her apartment, this is over. We agreed to a one-time fuck. And that’s exactly what we have done. We fucked like animals. She screamed and moaned and cried literal tears as her orgasms tore through her. Sounds I will replay in my head for the rest of my life. And I’ll pretend that none ofthem meant a single thing to me. That I won’t be ripping out my soul and setting it at her feet forever when I leave her apartment. Because if there’s one thing about last night I can’t deny, it’s that Quinn Summers was put on this earth to teach me that the pain I felt after Nicola’s betrayal is nothing to the true fucking pain of walking away from my sunshine.
Slowly and gently, I uncurl myself from her warmth. Her softness that I grabbed and spanked and kissed… and would fucking worship every night of my goddamn life.
But Ican’t.
So it’s time to fucking go.
By the time I’m dressed, I hate myself, and all I want is a strong drink. That will happen later. First, violence. Lots of it.
I turn around to stare at Quinn one last time before I leave. There are so many questions I want to ask. Somehow, despite all the times we’ve spoken, I still don’t know the important things. Like what size ring she wears and whether she wants kids.
“Fuck,” I mutter quietly, scraping my hand over my face before I storm out of her apartment.
Instead of going to my place, I pull out my keys and head down to the garage. I’ll shower later. I want Quinn’s come on me when I kill the man who dared to touch her. Maybe I’ll make him suck my dick just so he can get a taste of her.
The thought of that… another man tasting her, even if it’s from my own cock, makes my blood boil.
After the engine of my Lambo roars to life, I pull out my phone and send a group text to my brothers and Caleb.
Xander: Heading out to the desert.
Caleb: About fucking time. It’s been a serious challenge not killing this asshole before you got here.
Beckett: Kian and I are on our way. We’re bringing tools.
I smirk at my phone. Tools means things to torture that asshole with.
Cash: Can’t fucking wait.
Cash: Xander Savage, you fucking asshole. This is Jordyn. Thanks for not answering my texts. Is Quinn okay?
A chuckle rumbles up my chest as I close out of the group text and open the one from Jordyn I hadn’t already checked. The first half of her dozen messages are demanding to know how Quinn is, and the second half are her threatening me with bodily harm if I don’t respond. I find myself grinning at the screen as I quickly type in a response.
Xander: Quinn is fine.
Ha. There. I answered her.
