Page 13 of North

I hated him.

I hated the way his voice crawled under my skin. I hated the sharp, mocking tone he used when he spoke to me, the way he looked at me like I was nothing.

But more than anything, I hated the way he made me feel.

The way his body pressed against mine like it belonged there. The way his voice dropped into that low, taunting whisper that made my stomach twist and my thighs clench together. The way his lips hovered just close enough to make me forget why I hated him in the first place.

And now, as I sat perched on the edge of the counter, his hips grinding against mine, his lips trailing down the line of my jaw—I hated the way I couldn’t stop myself from responding.

The sharp press of his cock through his shorts had my body trembling, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. My fingers gripped the edge of the counter so tightly my knuckles ached, but I couldn’t let go.

I couldn’t stop the sharp, electric heat building in my core, spiraling tighter and tighter with every slow, deliberate movement of his hips.

“North, stop,” I whispered, but even I could hear how weak the words were.

He didn’t stop.

“Is that what you really want, rabbit?” he murmured against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Because you’re shaking for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

I bit my lip hard, trying to smother the desperate sound rising in my throat, but it didn’t help. His words wrapped around me, dark and taunting, pulling me deeper into a haze of heat and confusion.

“This is wrong,” I managed to repeat, though the tremble in my voice made it sound more like a question.

“Is it?” he whispered back, his lips brushing against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

I hated the way my body responded to him, the way my thighs tightened around his hips as he pressed against me again, slow and deliberate. The friction was unbearable, sharp and sweet and completely overwhelming.

My head fell back against the cabinet with a shaky exhale, my chest rising and falling against his.

“You’re so fucking desperate,” he murmured, his tone mocking but laced with something darker. “Is your pussy aching, rabbit?” He brushed his nose against my skin, his chest rumbling with a groan.

I gasped, the words hitting me like a slap, but the worst part was how my body reacted—how the heat between my legs flared, sharp and insistent.

When I didn’t respond, he bit my neck and the sharp pain was jarring enough to push me that much closer to the edge. “I asked you a question. Are you fucking wet for me, Quinn?”

“No,” I said, though my voice cracked, betraying me.

“No?” His lips curved into a smirk as his hand slid to the back of my neck, tilting my head so he could look me in the eye. His blue-gray stare burned into mine, filled with a dark, predatory gleam that sent a jolt of fear—and something else—through me. “Maybe I should check.”

Fuck no. I wouldn’t last if he used his fingers on me. I opened my mouth to say the words, to tell him to stop, but they wouldn’t come.

Instead, a sharp, loud bark of laughter rang out, cutting through the suffocating tension like a knife.

North stiffened against me, his body going rigid as his head whipped toward the door.

I followed his stare, my heart pounding, and saw Victor leaning casually against the frame, a cigarette between his fingers and a smirk playing on his lips.

“Don’t mind me,” he drawled, his tone dripping with amusement. “Just here for the show.”

My face burned, the heat flooding my cheeks as humiliation crashed over me like a wave.

North stepped back, his hand falling away from my neck, his expression darkening as he turned to Victor.

“Get the fuck out,” he snapped, his voice sharp and dangerous.

Victor just laughed, taking a slow drag from his cigarette. “Relax, man. I’m just saying, if you’re gonna fuck her, maybe pick somewhere a little more private. The kitchen’s a little… public, don’t you think? My little sister’s here, have some respect.”

My stomach twisted, the sharp edge of his words cutting deep.

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