Page 64 of North

My fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back as I bit down on her throat, leaving a mark—claiming her. She whimpered, but it wasn’t soft—it was frustrated, angry, desperate.

I lifted her onto the counter, spreading her legs with my knee as I shoved my hand between her thighs, feeling how soaked her pussy already was.

“Fuck,” I growled, my head falling against her shoulder. “You hate me, huh?”

She gasped as I rubbed slow, teasing circles against her clit. I wish I had the patience to do all the things I wanted to do with her, but I didn’t. “Then why the fuck are you so wet?”

Quinn’s head snapped back and she bit me under the jaw, pulling curses from my mouth as I leaned my head back and allowed her to draw even more blood. She could fuck me until I was broken and bruised and I’d still want her. A moan reverberated in my throat as she pushed me away, then shoved her hands down my sweatpants, pulling out my dripping cock and pushing them down further until she could cradle my balls in her hands.

Her grip was painful, and I rocked into it with a huff. She squeezed me tight, and I growled against her lips, my fingers slipping inside her, feeling her walls clench around me.

“You like that, baby girl?”

She moaned, gripping my hair and pulling—like she wanted to break me apart. I would’ve let her if it meant she’d stay with me.

"Say it," I demanded, dragging my lips down her collarbone. "Tell me how much you like the feel of my fingers in your cunt."

"I wish you were dead," she panted, fucking her pussy down on my fingers until it squelched.

"Liar."

I spread her legs and lined myself up, the tip of my cock brushing her entrance, teasing. She shoved against me, trying to take me inside, but I didn’t move. Didn’t let her have it.

I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "Do you want me to beg, rabbit?"

Quinn let out a frustrated, broken sound and I pressed a kiss to her mouth, dragging my lips over her jaw, and down her neck, whispering in between kisses. “Please forgive me.”

“Damn it,” she uttered and my control snapped and I slammed into her, filling her to the hilt in one deep thrust that made her scream for me.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, her body tightening as I fucked her hard, fast, merciless.

It was a punishment.

For what I did to her. For what she did to me. For the fact that we were both too fucked up to stop. Her nails scored down my back, leaving marks and I did the same, digging my palms into her thighs and hips as I gripped her bruisingly, using her body to drag her forward to meet every thrust, forcing her to take all of it.

I wanted to wreck her. I wanted to make her feel this, remember this. I wanted her bred and fucking pregnant with my baby if it meant I could keep her forever.

"Say my name," I ordered.

She shook her head, so I slammed into her deeper, harder. Her face tipped back, her mouth slack with pleasure as she whined for me softly.

"Say it, Quinn."

Her body arched, her fingers tangling in my hair, her lips parting in a silent scream.

"North," she gasped.

And fuck, that was all it took for my cock to burst. She clenched around me, her whole body shaking, her legs tightening around me as she came hard, so fucking hard that my vision blurred. I followed seconds later, growling her name against her throat, my hips still rocking as I emptied every drop inside of her warm pussy.

For a long moment, we didn’t move. We just breathed. Chest to chest. Skin to skin. She fucking destroyed me. And then—

A choked gasp filled the kitchen, and I turned to the side to see Lauren and my father’s white faces staring back at me.

Quinn’s entire body tensed, her hands gripping my arms like she was trying to ground herself.

I turned my head, my chest still heaving, and met Lauren’s horrified stare.

Mark’s face was unreadable, but Lauren—Lauren looked like she wanted to throw up.

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