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Her lips parted, hesitation flickering across her features. “North, are you okay?”

No, I wasn’t. I was fucking drowning.

But I couldn’t tell her that.

Instead, I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing whatever words she had left. She gasped against me, her body tensing for a fraction of a second before she melted into me, her hands coming up to clutch at my shirt like she needed me just as badly.

I couldn’t be gentle. Not now. Not when my head was a fucking mess, not when my entire body ached for her. My hands roamed hungrily, slipping beneath the hem of her dress, dragging my fingers along the soft skin of her thighs as I pushed her back toward the bed.

She gasped as the back of her knees hit the mattress, her fingers gripping the fabric of my shirt. “North—”

“I need you,” I rasped, my voice rough, pleading. “Please, Quinn. I can’t—”

I broke off, pressing my lips to her throat, sucking a mark into her skin, needing to claim her, to remind myself that she was real, that this was real. My hands gripped her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh as I guided her onto the bed, crawling over her, trapping her beneath me.

Her breath came in quick, shallow bursts as she stared up at me, her pupils blown wide with something between hesitation and want. “Tell me what’s going on,” she whispered.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Instead, I kissed her again, deeper this time, my tongue sliding against hers, tasting, taking. She whimpered into my mouth, her nails scraping along my arms, leaving behind a trail of heat.

I tugged at the straps of her dress, pushing them down her shoulders, exposing more of her, more than I deserved to touch. My mouth followed the path of bare skin, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts.

She was intoxicating. Everything about her unraveled me, and I was losing my grip on whatever thread of self-control I had left.

My name fell from her lips in a breathless moan, and it shattered something inside me. I pulled back just enough to look at her, my chest heaving, my hands trembling against her skin. She was looking at me like I was something more than I was, like I wasn’t just the broken, fucked-up mess I knew myself to be.

She didn’t know.

She didn’t know what I was doing to her. What I was leading her into.

A war raged inside me—one part of me screaming at me to stop, to end this before it went any further, before she got hurt. The other part—the selfish, twisted part—wanted to take everything she was willing to give and keep it for myself.

I pressed my forehead against hers, my breaths ragged. “Tell me you want this,” I whispered hoarsely. “Tell me you need me as much as I need you.”

Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling me down to her, her lips brushing against mine. “I do,” she breathed. “I do, North.”

“Tell me you’ll do anything for me,” I murmured, drinking in her scent as I moved down her body and spread her legs. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and a groan rumbled from my chest as I unzipped my pants and opened her wider.

My dick was weeping, and I gripped it tightly as I leaned over her body, inserting myself into her wet pussy without any fanfare or foreplay. I didn’t need to, not when I knew she could take it.

“Anything,” Quinn moaned, crying out as I sank balls deep in one quick thrust.

Chapter 14

Quinn

The room was dim, the warm glow of a bedside lamp casting shadows along the walls, but it did nothing to mask the raw hunger in North’s eyes.

Whining moans left my mouth and tears pressed against my eyes.

He’s so fucking deep. My back hit the bed on every thrust, and the sheets were cool against my flushed skin, my breath coming fast and uneven.

His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing, tongue soothing, lips murmuring words that sent electric currents down my spine. “You like this, don’t you?” he growled against my skin, his hands roaming, taking, claiming. “Being my pretty little slut?”

My stomach twisted, heat pooling low, shame curling around my ribs like a vice. I shouldn’t like the way he was talking to me, but I did.

A sound escaped me, somewhere between a gasp and a moan, and North chuckled, low and knowing. “That’s what I thought.” His voice was thick, laced with arrogance and anger. It felt so out of place as he drove his cock deeper, pulling my hips up until he hit that spot that made my breath hitch.

“God, yes!” I chanted, my toes curling. “Yes, North!”

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