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“Fucking hell, Quinn,” he snarled, his hands gripping my thighs as he drove into me with reckless abandon, gritting out the words between each brutal drive of his hips. “That’s it. Take it all.”

Thrust.

“Take.”

Thrust.

“Every.”

Thrust.

“Fucking.”

Thrust.

“Inch.”

His thrusts became desperate, and wild, his control snapping completely as he pounded into me. I clung to him, my body trembling, my voice a broken cry as he chased his own release. His hands slid up to cup my face, his lips brushing mine as he growled, “This is my pussy, Quinn. Every part of you is mine. And I’m never letting you go.”

With one final, brutal driving thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, a strangled groan ripping from his throat as he came. His body shuddered above mine, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he spilled himself completely, cum jetting against my inner walls.

His breath was harsh and uneven, his muscles taut as he rode out the waves of his climax, claiming me in every way possible.

Then, he collapsed onto me, his weight warm and solid, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses to my temple, my jaw, and my neck. “Fucking dangerous,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice low and spent. “You’re fucking dangerous to me.”

The words settled over me, heavy and irrevocable, as his arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly against him. I might’ve been dangerous to him, but I doubt his heart would get broken if anything happened. My own, now that was another question entirely.

Chapter 11

North

My cell phone vibrated, and I cursed, putting it on silent as I answered the latest message.

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Connor: You’re out of your goddamn mind. You screwed her? Like, for real?

North: Yeah, I did.

Connor: What the fuck is wrong with you? Her father ruined everything, North. He ruined my brother’s life. Are you really going to forget that because you wanted to get your dick wet?

North: Don’t push it, Connor. You know this isn’t about forgetting.

Victor: Stop it, both of you. North knows what he’s doing.

Connor: Does he? Because it looks to me like he’s lost the fucking plot. Who the hell screws a murderer’s daughter? Are you trying to get your dick cut off in your sleep?

Victor: How does a car accident end up with her being good with knives? Besides, Quinn trusting him is exactly what we need. She’s in his pocket now, which makes her easy to control.

Victor: She’s just leverage, Connor. That’s all. With her wrapped around North’s finger, she’s going to tell us everything we need to know about Robert and Lauren Harley. Do you want your brother’s case solved or not?

Victor: Unless you’d rather keep beating your chest and whining about Aiden instead of doing something about it.

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The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, the room bathed in a golden glow that felt at odds with the storm brewing in my chest. Quinn lay beside me, her cheek resting against my chest, her arm draped over my stomach like it was the most natural thing in the world. Tangled red curls lay across my pillow and hers in that just fucked way that made my heart race, and her lips still faintly swollen. Her breaths came slow and steady as if she had no clue what she'd done to me.

I should’ve felt satisfied. I should’ve felt victorious. Instead, I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, staring down at something I didn’t understand.

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