His touch assailed jangled nerves, plying flesh with heat and pressure until it gave way under his assault. Feeling like sun-warmed taffy as not just the pain of her encounter but every little crick and cramp was ushered away, she melted into the rich spicy musk of him and basked in the comforting attention.
“Much better,” the male said through the lengthy purr, hands now working her to sway into him in a slow, almost familiar rhythm. “Now tell me something, little bird.”
“Mm?” Quinn struggled to put thoughts and actions in order. She shouldn’t be letting him touch her. Shouldn’t have let any of this happen, but it felt so damnedgood. Jackson would be angry by now, wondering where she was. There would be hell to pay if he found her like this.
“How much?”
“What?”
“Name your price, little bird.”
The slow rocking movements were now defined, underlined, and highlighted. Quinn sputtered a string of curses and untangled from his limbs, stomping toes and slapping hands without prejudice. Staggering back against the sinks, she drew herself up to a most unimpressive height and glared.
“I’m not for sale, sir,” Quinn hissed, emphasizing the last with every drop of venom she possessed.
“Oh, come now. Everyone has a price.” So sure of himself, so arrogant and snide she wanted to slap the smirk right off his face. Maybe even pull fistfuls of glossy black hair from his head.
“You can’t afford me.”
“Try me.”
“Ten million dollars.” Offering a sticky-sweet smile, Quinn crossed her arms over her chest.
“Are you a virgin?”
“What?” Quinn squawked and dropped her arms to take a hopping step away from him. “That’s none of your business!”
“It is if I’m going to be paying ten million for it.”
“You’re not—no one would—but you can’t,” Quinn said, words stumbling over each other as her thoughts swerved and crashed into a pileup that exploded in confusion. The number had been arbitrary, and there was no way this man would pay that much, let alone be able to pay that much. The calm of his eyes, the way the smirk never even flinched, made her wonder.
“No, not even if you were a virgin,” he said with a rockslide of a chuckle. Moving towards her, he blocked her retreat, invading her space until he had Quinn pinned against the counter between two sinks. Before she could do more than open her mouth to protest, his hands were at her hips, lifting her until the cold stone kissed the backs of her thighs. “But it proves you can be bought.”
Pale gray gaze darted towards the door leading to safety, pleading with the empty air to be filled with an angry Beta telling her to get back to work. The Alpha moved closer, pushing her legs wide despite how she tried to clench them together. A shrill whine erupted from the back of her throat as the back of his hand grazed the skin of her inner thigh, fingertips edging under the tight hem of her shorts.
“Let me go.”
Shushing her, he thought to soothe with a rough purr and talented fingers. Hands moved to her back, working at the muscles as he edged even closer. His heat cocooned them in a web of his thick scent and her acrid fear. Each delving touch sought to push the tension away, the low register of his purr working its way through her veins to blunt her anger.
Desperation and outrage warred. Drawing her hand back, she sent it arcing towards his stubbled cheek. The resounding slap of skin meeting cracked through the too close air, pain pulsing up through her wrist and arm at the contact in crimson waves.
The Alpha only smiled. And then he gave a growl that upended her world and decimated her senses.
The call shouldn’t have affected her as it did. The multitude of pills she choked down every day by ritual should have seen to that. Yet the subterranean darkness of it pulled at her spine, bowing the length of her towards the thundering resonance. The first flutter of warmth danced and writhed low in her belly.
“S-Stop, let go of me!”
“Tell me you don’t want it,” he whispered against her temple before calling to her again. The sound so close, so loud, had the breath she’d drawn for a scream stuttering out on a shaky cry. Small hands scrabbled over the breadth of his shoulders, neither of them sure if she was trying to push him away or pull him closer. Her pussy pulsed, a deep-seated ache to be filled by that sound making her grow wet.
“I can’t hear you, little bird.” Worming their way beneath the too tight shorts, fingertips teased against the constricting fabric that held him back from her sex, pushing at her flesh through the barrier. The sound he made was unadulterated pleasure, a rumble of sheer lascivious intent. Slick dripped from her lips to soak through the fabric cupping her pussy, the sweetness of it flooding the space between them.
“Please don’t. I have to ride the train,” Quinn stammered against his shoulder, muffled against the wool of his jacket caught between her teeth. How wasthatthe only complaint she had?
A moment’s pause was all the reprieve given before he redoubled his attack. He jerked her shorts down her hips, the slinky cloth catching at her knees and holding her legs close together. The kiss of cold stone against the too hot skin of her ass and thighs was just another layer in the turmoil. The tinkling chime of his belt was loud in her ears, but for all the wrong reasons.
Grabbing her hands, he pulled them to his bourgeoning cock, wrapping small fingers tight around him. Covering her grip with his to guide her movements, he forced her to stroke his length. The chaotic scramble of her thoughts had her jerking her hands back, but it only stoked his pleasure as he pulled them back.
Everything slammed to a crashing halt in her mind as he sent a hand between her thighs and shoved two fingers deep.
