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Dropping my head backward, I smile up at him. “I like it in heaven. How long can we stay here?”
He backs me against the window. My ass slams into the cool glass, a rush of breath catching in my lungs. “We’re gonna stay all night.”
With an expression so feral it practically comes with warning signs, he crushes his lips against mine, tugging at my lower lip with his teeth. His demanding hands slide down the length of my torso and then around to my ass. He clenches me hard to the point I squeal, partially out of pleasure and partially because I can’t compute how he just morphed into this animalistic alter ego from the normally impish version of himself.
And it’s a little disturbing, quite frankly.
He attacks my mouth with the most intense voracity.
The kind that makes my entire body shudder.
The kind that makes my skin sizzle under his fingertips.
The kind that makes me so wet, so lustful, and so ready to feel him inside of me.
Quinn leans into me, dragging the head of his cock down my seam. I bite down on my lower lip to keep from begging him to just fuck me already. His taunting and teasing is driving me absolutely insane. I grind my pussy against him, wetness pooling between my legs, my body so weak at the thought of him filling me.
“Fuck me, Quinn,” I breathe. “I need you inside of me now.”
“You really are such a dirty whore, aren’t you?” He lets out a low groan and pushes inside of me with one hard thrust. “Mydirty fucking whore.”
“Yes.” I gasp and clench, it burns. Oh, God, it fucking burns, but in a good way.
Such a deliciously good way.
He juts his hips, his cock stroking my walls with long, deep strokes.
“You’re so tight. Fuck, and so wet for me.” He lets out a low groan, slowly filling me and then pulling out like such a damn tease when I want him to stay buried inside of me.
I grit my teeth, clenching my muscles around him and pulling him deeper and deeper. He lifts my leg and leans it against his hip, then captures my mouth with his own. I snake my arms around him, dragging my fingernails down his back. One of his hands finds its way between my ass cheeks and he uses one finger to skim the tight ring of muscle before plunging it inside my hole.
And holy fuck, I want to scream because the pleasure coursing through me is so intense, I almost forget who I am and why I’m here.
He drives his hips into me, pounding me like a man possessed. I pant for breath. We bite and suck and writhe and moan, fucking like savages against the glass for the entire Las Vegas Strip to see.
“It’s time for you to come for me, princess.” He captures my earlobe in his teeth, breathless. “I want to feel you lose yourself all over my cock.”
Then he lifts my other leg and balances me in his arms, his cock throbbing, pressing deeper and deeper as he angles my legs. Sparks in my belly ignite, shooting out to the tips of my fingers and toes. Our bodies slap together, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air around us. I throw my head back, hitting it hard against the glass.
“Fuck,” I moan. “Oh my God, that feels so incredible. I’m coming. Holy fuck, I’m coming.”
A guttural roar erupts from his throat and his movements speed up. I dig my teeth into his shoulder to stifle my screams, a flash of bright-white light exploding across my eyes with the same intensity as the explosive force that shatters me from the inside out.
Quinn thrusts a couple more times before tremors rock his body and he collapses against me, his chest heaving. He leans his head forward, the stubble of his cheek grazing my sweat-pebbled skin. My eyes droop closed, his lips softly nipping at the back of my ear.
Holy hell, does he have an “off” button? Because I don’t see how I’m supposed to keep my head straight when he only knows how to make it spin like a top.
A few minutes pass before I’m able to speak, and not just because he just literally took my breath away.
He may be my fake husband, but what I’m feeling right now is very fucking real.
He awoke… feelings. Emotions. All the things I vowed I’d never let get in my way of accomplishing the goal of avenging my family.
I was fine working by myself, dammit. I had full control of my life—what I did, how I did it. And today, all of that control was slowly chiseled away by a certain gorgeous thug mafia enforcer with no filter, a smart-ass mouth, and a magical cock.
The forbidden fruit that I just had to bite into. It tasted so good, so sweet, and then bam.
A harsh reality smacked me in the face like a wet glove.
