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My King, my body shudders with her words. She knows just what to say to make me come undone. She’s never called me her anything before. My fingers tangle in her hair. I am filled with my need for her and my words come out husky, “Your king, oh mon ange,my angel,you know just how to please me. I have thought about you every moment since you left my side. I promise it will never happen again. We will find Le Manchot and we will kill him. No loose ends.”
Quinn smiles as she plants her lustful kisses against my neck. She takes her time finding my lips. “I hate it when you make me wait, mon chérie,my darling.”
I think she mumbles an apology against my lips, but I am too lost in our moment to know for sure. The feeling of her lips pressed against mine, her body melded against me. It’s all too much to concentrate on anything but maintaining some semblance of control. I’m overwhelmed. All I can think about is the way she attacks me with the same fervor that I am trying to drown her in. I pull away for a moment to run my hands over the curves of her body. “This outfit, I like it. The leather leggings have me dreaming of ripping them off your body, and the way they hug your every curve entices my hands, convincing them not to stop.”
She smiles a knowing grin. “Are you telling me you’re ready to take me home now?” Quinn asks, pressing her body against me to let me know she’s thinking about the same thing.
“I’ve been dying to take you home and show you just how sorry I am. There’s only one problem, mon amour,my love.The house is a mess. Everything is being renovated and repaired as we speak. I’m afraid you will have to settle for a surprise.“ I breathe in her ear.
“With you, everything is a surprise. I can live with that. Just promise me one thing.” Quinn replies.
“What’s that?”
“Promise me that breakfast we missed,” she purrs.
“As long as you promise to tell me how you escaped, little bijou. I’ve never been more proud of you.”
“It’s a deal,” Quinn says, batting her eyelashes. “Now, you better call and give my father the good news.”
“I suppose we can take the weekend off, disappear together, and then when our little vacation is over, we will go after Le Manchot and make him pay. If no one else has gotten their hands on him by then,” I suggest, as I struggle not to attack her lips again. “Better yet,” I continue, “Clay put a hefty bounty on his head. I’ll take him dead or alive, but if he’s delivered alive, throw in another twenty thousand.”
“Anything else?” Clay asks, waiting for his next orders.
“Assemble the team and meet us at the drop location. I’ll send you coordinates. But Clay, we are going to need some privacy. Set up an external perimeter.” I say as I scoop Quinn into my arms and carry her towards my car. Her arms wrap around my neck and her head falls against my chest. I feel her entire body relax against me and I whisper in her ear, “it’s okay, ange,angel,you are safe now, you are home. I have you and I’m never letting go.”
“I love you, Christian.”
“I love you more mon bijou,” I challenge as I open the car door.
I load Quinn into the car and drive back into the city, under the cover of the night. Behind us, my faithful team follows, ready to serve and sacrifice. This is the beginning of a new era. One where Arkham and the Peacocks work together to create a new world order. A world for villains like us. Le Manchot may have gotten away for now, but it’s only a matter of time before we clean up our loose ends. Tomorrow, the city will be crawling with bounty hunters eager to collect on the bounty. They will hunt him ruthlessly, drawing him out of his comfort zone, forcing him from his usual hiding places. When he makes a mistake, and he will make one, I will be waiting to strike. Pouncing on Le Manchot like the predator I am. Once I have him in my clutches, I will get my revenge. If he’s smart, he will use the weekend to get a head start. To run far and fast away from here. I will not rest until I find him and kill him. Once Le Manchot is behind us, I will be free to work on my redemption.
Chapter 10
Bonus Chapter
Quinn-
I’mawakenedtothesoft flutters of Christian’s lips exploring my naked body. His hands roam my skin like he’s on a quest to touch every part of me. He’s the explorer and I the unconquered terrain. His mission, catalog everything. A quiet moan escapes my traitorous lips, at the same time my hips betray me, lifting my back into a sensual arch. Christian ignores the way my body tempts him. Focusing instead on memorizing every part of me. His curious fingers dip between my legs to caress my throbbing pussy. With only a few precise strokes, he has me dripping wet. He’s aware of his expert skills and is thoroughly going to town as he slides a finger in, curling it just right.
“Mon bijou,my jewel, I want the first thing I eat this morning to be you. Come sit on my face and put my tongue where you want it.” Christian growls into my ear.
I hesitate, still groggy from sleep. Christian mistakes my hesitation for disobedience. His hand is quickly against my hip, tugging me over on top of him. “Be a good girl, do what you’re told.” he warns me, digging his fingers into my hips possessively.
He drags me until I straddle his face. My hands grip the headboard tightly. I wait with eager anticipation to feel that first stroke of his tongue sliding against me, sending me on a journey filled with immense pleasure and satisfaction. No such sensation follows. Rather, I feel the heat of his breath against my aching pussy. It taunts and teases me, my excitement growing with every second that passes.
“What is it little Bijou?” He asks with heavy breath falling around me as he slides his hands up my legs to grip my ass. “Tell me mon chéri,my darling, would you like me to eat you for breakfast?”
When I don’t answer, Christian slaps my ass firmly. “Be a good girl. Answer me mon amour, my love.”
I nod my head, as my mouth struggles to form the word yes. The way his hot breath feels against my pussy has me ready to come with the slightest touch.
“I want to hear you beg for it. Be a good girl, tell me how bad you want this.” Christian rasps against me, his lips threatening to brush against me, sending me into the abyss.
“Please,” I whimper, trying to sink into Christian’s mouth, but he holds me firmly in place.
“Please what?”
“Please eat me for breakfast,” I moan in a whisper.
