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I become the girl in his letters, the one he does unspeakable things to, while she begs for more.
He trails his hand up the back of my neck, and then grips me hard by the hair, keeping me angled for his assault.
I let him in. I welcome every plunge of his tongue, every rumbled moan and subtle shift of his hard body, until the undeniable shape of his cock is thrusting against my belly.
He tugs at the roots of my hair, until I whimper into his mouth, and when he pulls away, I can taste his blood on my tongue. And I don’t hate it.
I reach up, to stroke his bearded cheek, and press my thumb to his lip to stem the bleed. “What did Jack do? I’ll fucking kill him.”
Quin smiles sadly and shakes his head. He sucks my thumb clean before tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, so I can’t help him with it. I open my mouth to object, but he traps my jaw, forcing it shut with powerful fingers as he shakes his head.
He tenderly traces my lips, cheeks, and brows with his fingertips, and my eyelids flutter closed when he tucks a wisp of hair back from my face.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers. “Don’t ever think I don’t love everything about you, from your fierce fucking mouth to these hips I want to grab and fuck until a baby comes out,” he says with a hungry growl. He tugs up my full skirt, grips my hips, and yanks me closer, so I can feel the hard rod of his cock pressed flat against my pussy. “You’re so pretty, and you look so fucking fertile I want to breed you right now, but we can’t do that tonight, and I can’t meet you like we planned.” He lowers my skirt, and then me.
He steps back, and I have to try to find my balance without him. “What do you mean? Why are you stopping?” He’s made me feel needy and lightheaded, but his serious tone is scaring me. I want to ask him what to do about my dad, but the suggestion of canceling our plans to be together is giving me pause. Should I be worried for Quin too?
“He’s testing me, Kira. I’ve tried to throw him off track, but he’s given me impossible tasks, to prove a point, and I can’t show one ounce of kindness toward you, or he’ll for sure know that I love you. He’ll use you, to make me suffer.”
Blood roars in my ears and I try not to panic. “That seems to be going around tonight,” I say quietly. “I’m pretty sure he’s blackmailing my dad. Apparently, I’m everyone’s fucking weakness.” I roar my frustration into the dark sky. “I just want to live my life.”
Breathe. Just breathe. Be smart, and keep breathing.
I turn to face Quin. “What should I do? I want to be with you.” I grab his shirt and tug him closer.
He gasps, but then quickly blanks his face, to hide his wince.
“What’s wrong?” I ask when he moves away from my touch.
He lingers close, but steps away when I reach for him again. “Nothing’s wrong,” he says calmly. “Well, I don’t get to lavish attention on you tonight or fuck you the way I want to. But aside from that, everything is fine. You don’t need to worry. I’ll make sure you’re safe. Your dad, too. I just need a little more time. I’ll figure it all out. I promise.” He tenses his jaw and smiles, but I’m not buying any of it, because he’s pale as fuck, and he won’t let me touch him.
“What’swrong, Quin?” I rip his shirt tails from his belt and shove up the fabric, to bare his torso.
He counters, pushing his shirt back down, but not fast enough to keep me from seeing the dark bruises mottling his skin. He wrestles his shirt from my fingers and tucks himself back in, avoiding my gaze.
“Why?” I demand to know. “Why did he do this?”
Quin shrugs, and then winces from the movement. “I stood up to him. He was curious about why. I told him he couldn’t hurt me anymore. He wanted to prove he could. It’s fine.”
I glare at him. “It’snotfine.”
“Well… no. But it is what it is. I’ll be okay. But I don’t want you anywhere near me, until it’s safe for me to come get you. Okay?”
I shake my head. “None of this is okay. We’ll go to the cops.”
He closes his eyes as he groans. “Heownsthe cops, Kira. He owns everything. There’s no pinning shit to him. Nothing sticks. We ride it out, and I’ll make a break for it in a month. It’ll be okay.”
“No. It won’t. What happens in a month, when we both disappear? If he suspects we’re together already, it’ll be pretty obvious we’ll be with each other, and you know what will happen then? He’s going to fuck with my dad. He’ll fuck with my dad, to draw me out and find you, and do something even worse than this.” I gesture at the stooped posture he’s probably adopted to better tolerate his injuries.
“How the fuck did you lift and pin me to that door in this condition?” I ask, getting even angrier. “How many ribs did he break? I’ll be sure to pay him back.”
Quin picks me up and slams me back into the door. “Don’t even talk like that. It’ll get you fucking killed, and I can’t handle that, Kira. Ican’t. I can and will do anything for you, but if you’re gone, there’s nothing left for me to live for. Do you hear me? I fucking love you, and we’re going to survive whatever he throws at us, because we’re stronger than him. Ribs don’t matter. Threats don’t matter. This battle is all about heart, and he doesn’t fucking have one. Don’t ever make the mistake of thinking he does. He will destroy you.”
He presses his lips to mine, but he forces himself back with a pained moan. “I want to push inside you and feel you squeeze my cock, until you’ve milked me dry, but the state of your pussy will be the first thing he checks if he believes we’re together.”
Confused by his words and dazed from his strength and his kisses, I shake my head. “What?”
“I’m going to have to be cruel to you.” He looks as if that hurts him a hundred times more than the broken ribs do. “But I won’t mean it, baby. I swear. He’s going to make us dance together, and we have to hate it, Kira. Hate each other. We have to throw him off the scent, but not so hard it’s unbelievable. You know? So, act like you could be into me, but only a little, and please forgive me for anything I say or do. I’m only trying to keep you safe. I know it sounds bad, and I’m so sorry to do it on the eve of your birthday, but—”
