Page 55 of Bloody Kingdom

Quincey’s hips lift and with each of my thrusts, she meets me with her own. Her fingers move from my hair to hold on to my shoulders to give her leverage. Nails dig into my skin, the prickles of pain send chills down my spine. I suck air into my lungs and my muscles tense. I’m close, but she’s there.

“Ah,” she moans.“I’m coming!”

Her body locks and she falls silent as the orgasm crashes into her, but then she throws her head back and cries out loudly. I can’t keep myself from kissing her again as she comes, regardless of my fangs. Quincey pants into my mouth as she rides out the waves of her release. When the muscles of her cunt tighten around my length and when she sucks on my tongue, I’m lost.

“Fuck!”

My release is blinding as my body tenses and I spill inside of her, coating her walls with my seed. She swallows my groan greedily while I thrust into her over and over until I have nothing left to give her.

Exhausted, Quincey drops her forehead to my shoulder as my cock continues to pulse inside of her.

We both come down from the euphoric high. While she catches her breath, I press chaste kisses along her shoulder and up her neck. She shudders at my touch, sighing contentedly.

My little ray of sunshine isn’t as innocent as she seems. She may look like an angel, but she fucks like a demon.

She sitsin the middle of my partially destroyed bed cross-legged in nothing but one of the T-shirts I sleep in. Her fingers work through the knots of her freshly cleaned long hair while she eyes the wreckage of my bedroom. Quincey hasn’t asked what happened to all the broken furniture or décor, but I know it’s coming. She’s far too inquisitive to let something so glaring go.

My bedroom, though a disaster zone right now, is my sanctuary. It’s where I go to decompress after a long day and it’s one of the few places I can go where I don’t have to hide who I truly am. This is why I don’t allow others in here. No other women have ever been permitted in my house, let alone my bedroom, but here Quincey sits.

I keep waiting for the regret to come, for the reality of what I’ve done to crash into me, but it hasn’t happened. The guilt I always thought I’d experience if I developed…feelings… for another woman isn’t as insufferable as I assumed it would be. The unease that sits uncomfortably in my chest stems from the unfamiliarity of the situation. It’s my biggest rule; I don’t enter into things unless I know how they’re going to end, and with Quincey, I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. The whole thing is unknown to me, but that being said, the new sensation of contentment is greatly outweighing the discomfort.

I stand by the fireplace halfheartedly listening to what Duke has to say, but I’m more focused on the woman across the room. The part of the conversation I’m dreading is coming. It’s unavoidable, no matter how much I wish it were. Digging up my past isn’t something I enjoy, but there is no way around it with her.

Quincey deserves answers, no matter how much I wish pieces of my history would stay dead.

“I’ve got their names and their addresses; I’m going to head there after I’m done looking through the security footage at the Quarter. I want to see what hole these fuckers crawled out of. I’m going to trace their steps backward to see what I can find,” Duke explains, the sound of a car door shutting comes through the line. “I’m at Blackwood now, I’m going to have Rory help me get into the feeds that I don’t already have access to. As much as it pains me to admit, she’s better at the computer stuff than I am.”

Very few are better than Rory, that’s why when she triedandsucceeded at hacking into Blackwood’s network, I hired her instead of killing her. Skill like hers doesn’t come around every day. She’s a diligent worker, and despite her edgy appearance and criminal background, she’s a trustworthy person I’m glad to have on my team. Rory doesn’t know all my secrets, but she knows that Blackwood Technologies, while a legit tech company, is also a corporation I run millions of dollars of illegally earned money through yearly.

“Ask about Ira,” Quincey reminds me from the bed. The second we left the sanctuary of the shower, she got antsy, worrying about Ira. Even after everything that’s happened tonight, her first worry after the adrenaline and emotions eased was her patient.

“Do you have an update on Ira?”

She perks up in bed when she hears me ask, waiting intently for news.

“Constance is staying with Ira tonight and tomorrow morning, so you and Quincey will have some time with each other.” I elect to ignore the knowing tone in Duke’s voice. “He’s upset because he hates Constance’s stuck-up guts—his words not mine—but he’s as good as he can be at this point. He’s grown accustomed to having Q with him and she’s the best, so I get why he’s bitter.”

When I give her a reassuring nod, Quincey relaxes once more.

“I’ll have you bring her back before sunup.” There’s still business I need to attend to in town before I can return to the estate. The idea of sending her back without me is unsettling, but I make a mental note to instruct Duke to up the security at the house. While I could tell him now, there is no need for Quincey to overhear the order. If she knows I’m worried, she’ll worry and there is enough on her mind right now.

“No surprise, but Della’s a complete wreck over what happened. Feels guilty—”

I cut him off instantly.

“As she fucking should be. If she thinks there won’t be repercussions for what happened today, she’s wrong.” Never in her thirty years of service to me have I been as disgusted and disappointed in Della as I am now. She almost cost Quincey her life because she couldn’t be bothered to do her damn job. The anger that had subsided springs to life inside of me once more. “She’s incredibly lucky I made it to Quincey in time, because if I hadn’t…” I don’t bother finishing the statement, my threat is clear in my tone.

“Silas.” Quincey’s eyes narrow at me and she shakes her head. “Enough, it’s fine. I’m fine.” Aside from the bumps and bruises from her fall, physically she’s fine. It’s unknown how this will scar her psychologically moving forward. The only solace I can offer her is that no one will ever get close enough to hurt her like that again. “It’s probably for the best I was there anyway instead of Della,” she offers glibly over her shoulder at me as she climbs off the bed to get a better look at one of the paintings on the wall.

My entire body turns to stone, and rage creeps into my veins at her dismissive tone. I don’t bother telling Duke goodbye. The call is disconnected, and I’m across the room before Quincey can fully leave the bed. Her blue eyes widen in confusion when I cage her in place with my larger body. “What—”

“Don’t ever tell me again that you believe it’s for the best thatyourlife was the one at risk,” I warn closely to her face. “Your life is worth more than gold to me, and I won’t tolerate you speaking so flippantly about it,mon soleil.”

She silently repeats the name of endearment I’d inadvertently given her, her lips moving as she tests the name out. “What does it mean?”

I ignore her question completely, continuing to stare hard down at her. “If you continue to be reckless with your precious life, I will take you over my knee and leave a permanent outline of my handprint on your ass. Do I make myself clear?”

Instead of her eyes filling with concern or trepidation, heat and lust fill them. At this point, I’ve decided it’s pointless to assume how Quincey Page will react to something, she always does the opposite of what I’d expect. “I just let a vampire fuck my brains out, Silas. I think it’s safe to say that I enjoy living recklessly.” Boldly, she tilts her head up just enough for her to ghost her lips across mine. “I’m not saying it’s okay that I was chased and almost raped, but had Della been there, she never would have been able to get away. They would have killed her.” Her fingers trace along the hard lines of my face. “Just remember that when you see her next. In the end, everything worked out okay. Don’t you think?”

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