I actually laugh at that statement, because yeah. No fucking shit.
Quinn glares at me. “Why are you laughing at me? I’m serious.”
Lowering my forehead to hers, I sigh. “Baby, I know you’re not her. You’re Quinn Brielle Summers. My girl.”
She smiles and tilts her head back to meet my lips. “Your girl.”
“So is that a yes? You’ll let me handle this?”
“Do I have a choice in the matter?”
Smirking, I shake my head. “No, baby girl. But I wanted you to think you did.”
Quinn glares at me, then reaches for her phone and swipes at the screen for a minute before showing me a photo from a news app. The headline readsLocal drug dealer, Eddie Larson, dead in meth lab explosion. “Is this what you ‘had to do’ last night?”
“They hurt you. I’m not a forgiving person, sunshine.”
“They…” she repeats. “You killed the guy who attacked me?”
I dip my chin as she processes my answer. Most people would probably call the police or at least get the hell away from me and never speak to me again. Not her, though. No. Instead, Quinnstarts wiggling on my lap, kissing me until she’s straddling me. I instantly reach into my underwear and pull out my rock-hard cock.
Her panties are in the way, so I yank them to the side and immediately guide the head of my dick to her soaked pussy.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispers as she sinks onto me and starts to ride my dick like the fucking queen that she is.
My queen.
Soon.
CHAPTER 42
Quinn
BREAKING MY OWN HEART
“I want you to see something.”
A smile tugs at my lips as I roll on top of Xander, both of us still naked.
It’s been a week since I told Xander about my past, and he told me about his. Other than work, we haven’t spent a moment apart. We’ve either been fucking, sleeping, or talking. I’ve savored every moment of it. Especially when we’re alone in my apartment and he shows me little glimpses of who he really is, with no guards up.
Listening to him tell a story about him and his brothers on a trip to Bali when they were in their twenties, and they were riding scooters around the island, drunk, and having so much fun. The way he talked about the trip with such lightheartedness made me see a totally different side of Xander.
“You already showed me your cock, Daddy. It’s beautiful. But if you want me to act surprised, I can try.” I bat my lashes at him and stick my tongue out.
One of his large hands comes down on my ass with a loud smack, which rings throughout my tiny room. I yelp and laugh, pressing a kiss to his inked chest.
Other than going to his apartment to grab clothes, Xander hasn’t been there. I’ve offered to stay there with him. Even though the entire place is incredibly boring. I’m pretty sure his cunty ex decorated it. Everything is black and white. Although I’m sure it was wildly expensive, the furniture looks like some sort of cheap leather sex apparatus. It would be great for a club but not a home. I’ve never understood the clinical look. Modern is one thing, but it looks more like an operating center. Luckily, he seems to feel the same way and prefers to be at my place.
“Sassy brat. Maybe I need to feed you my cock to get you to be quiet.”
My pussy clenches at the idea. I love when he fucks my mouth. The way we lock eyes and stare at each other while he uses me. God, it’s hot. And surprisingly intimate.
“What do you want me to see?” I ask, laughing.
I wrap myself around him, resting my ear over his heart to listen to its steady thump, the rhythm soothing me from the inside out.
It may have happened the first time we met, I’m not sure exactly, but I’ve fallen in love with Xander Savage. Maybe it was the night he rubbed my feet and watched me sleep all night. Or the first time he kissed me. Or when he held me in his arms after I’d been attacked and promised to get revenge for me. All I know is that, even in this short time that I’ve known him, I’m starting to forget the time before we met.
