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Her fingers trail the buttons on my shirt as she traces each one, unbuttoning them as she goes. When she reaches the last one, each side falls open. Quinn drags her fingers up my muscular stomach, pausing to trace the tattooed ink across my ribs, and again on my chest. Her fingers follow the lines, tracing them lightly. All the while, her hips roll rhythmically as she grinds against me. She drives me absolutely wild.
“I need you mon bijou,my jewel,I need you right now wrapped tight around me,“ I growl, catching her off guard and flipping her beneath me. My strength and size easily overpower her. I only allow her to feel in control until I can’t stand it anymore. Instinct and urge take over as I slide her panties down her leg with my mouth. There’s no hesitation. She wraps her leg around my neck and I know exactly what she needs. She’s desperate for a release. I use my tongue to edge her closer, drawing my name against her pussy so she never forgets it belongs to me.
“Claim what’s yours, Christian,” she moans.
I pull away just as she’s about to climax, taunting her. “All mine,” I rasp.
The next thing I know, her hands are around my throbbing hard cock, stroking me as the other works to free it. My hand runs up her leg, sliding it open as I dip my fingers into her soaking wet pussy. Beneath me, she shudders with pleasure as wave after wave crashes over her. I shove my finger inside deep to feel her clench around me. Before she has any chance of recovery, I have myself free from her hands and am lined up in front of her entrance. I press into it lightly, teasing her, surrendering a little bit more with every thrust.
“Give me more,” she begs.
“You know what to say, mon bijou,my jewel.“ I growl, pulling out until only my tip rests against her.
“Please,” she moans, sliding me in with a single thrust of her hips.
I should make her work harder for it, but she feels so good. Her pussy is my favorite addiction. There’s absolutely nothing I can do to quit it. If you can’t beat them, join them, I think to myself as I drive into her hard. As she cries out with pleasure, I can feel her walls closing in on me. The way they wrap around me with familiarity only makes me thrust harder, desperate to feel her soaking me in come.
“Come for me, little bijou, come for me,” I growl against her ear before turning my attention to dragging my tongue across each one of her nipples. Her back arches with every pass of my barbell. When she comes a few minutes later, she screams out with pleasure as she moans my name. “I love how dirty my name sounds when you scream it like that.” I groan.
Mycockisburieddeep inside of Quinn. We’ve switched positions several times, edging ourselves dangerously close to a final release. I have her bent over the side of the bed, legs against mine, keeping them spread for my own satisfaction. Each thrust sends wave after wave of orgasm pulsing through her body. I’ve never felt her come so many times from penetration alone, but this woman never ceases to amaze me with her bedroom talents. My fingers are tangled in her hair, while the other hand palms her ass, holding her steady against my violent thrusts. She’s close and I’m thrusting faster. Her body is already responding. We both come undone at the same time I spill into her as she screams my name into the bed.
I’m not done with her, though. I roll Quinn over, dragging my lips all over her body, kissing her anywhere and everywhere.
“I love you, Quinn, so much. I don’t know how you bring this side of me out, but you do. I can’t get enough. I already need more,” I groan against her.
She laughs as my lips tickle her hip. I lift her into my arms and drag her off to the shower to clean up. She watches as I turn on the water and wait for it to warm. When we both step inside, all of my hardness and rough edges seem to have melted away. I grab the extendable shower head and begin to wash her. The hot water feels good as I caress her. I even wash her hair. Sometimes, she doesn’t think she deserves me, but the truth is I am the one who doesn’t deserve her. I’ve done some terrible things in my life, and I am not going to stop anytime soon. Not if I want to continue to call this woman mine. Once she is clean enough for my standards, she returns the gesture, washing me softly, taking care to clean every last inch of me. After she has deemed me clean enough, she kisses my chest.
“Non, mon chérie,no, my darling.You’ve had enough for one night. I always have to leave you wanting more.“ I whisper before shutting off the water and wrapping her in a warm towel.
“Great news,” she teases me. “Your diabolical plan is a success. I already want more.”
“Mmmmm, not yet mon amour,my love.Later, or maybe I will wake you up that way.“ I taunt her in return.
“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep,” she warns.
“Trust me little bijou. If I say you are going to wake up to my cock sunk deep inside of you, then it is exactly what will happen.” My voice is smooth and seductive. She knows I’m the one in control.
“I can’t wait,” she says, kissing my dirty mouth. “It’s so damn irresistible that I can’t help myself. I am sorry,” she sighs, pulling away.
“Come here, mon bijou,” I reply, pulling her into bed and against my chest. I stroke her hair lightly, running my hands through the soft, silky lengths. I feel her relax against me and I know she’s already falling asleep.
“Goodnight, mon amour,my love,”I whisper as I kiss her head. She doesn’t reply. I still need to wind down after our romp. I reach for the t.v. remote when I hear the first thud. I know that sound, it’s a silencer. I grab my gun from the end table and hold it pointed at the door. My other hand reaches into the end table to grab a second clip.
“Quinn. Mon Amour,my love,you must hide.“ I whisper, trying to wake her. “Like we’ve practiced, you need to run, and no matter what you hear, do not come out of your hiding spot.”
The tears of fear fill her eyes, not because of the situation, but because she is terrified of losing me. She knows I am dangerous and reckless enough on my own, but if I am fighting for her safety, I will not hesitate to sacrifice my own. She hesitates, reaching for me one last time, pulling me in for what could be our very last kiss.
“Do not cry, bijou,jewel.No matter what happens, I will always be with you here,“ I sigh, laying my hand on her heart.
Everything happens so fast. I never heard the intruders on the stairs, and I certainly didn’t expect to see them break through the doors as we said our final goodbyes. All I can hear now is Quinn screaming as a man in a Halloween mask pulls her away. I am fighting for my life as someone else charges me, but I catalog everything I can about my Quinn’s captor. I will avenge her, and he will pay with his life. The worst mistake they can make right now will be allowing me to walk away from this attack. The Arkham Mafia will come down harder than they ever have before on whoever did this.
“Je te tuerai,I will kill you,“ I scream after the masked man.
I deliver a crushing blow with the gun to the guy who just swung on me, only to double over as someone else lands a punch to my gut. I fire a few rounds off, taking down the man near the door, and the guy who punched me. There are so many of them. I’m not sure I can take them all out. Then I think of Quinn, and I know I have to try. The black out rage takes over as I fight and shoot my way out of the room. In the hallway, there are guys down everywhere. I find one of my own and grab his phone. There’s only one person above me and right now, he’s the last man I want to call. My hands shake as I key in his number. It only rings once before I hear the line pick up. No greeting, no sound, just silence as I muster up the courage to tell the Don of Arkham that I just let his little princess fall into enemy hands.
Chapter 4
Fly Away
