Page 41 of Sugar Baby
“Mm, yes. Do you want that even though I can’t give you what you really need right now?”
I gasp from the sheer necessity that courses through me for him.
“You will be left unfulfilled when I come inside your sweet cunt, baby girl. Does that bother you?”
I shake my head, trembling in front of him.
“You’re so precious, Sophia. Why do you want me to defile you?”
Nearly crying with sexual frustration, I drop to my knees and reach for the zip on his sexy black jeans.
He grips my hands tightly. “Why do you want me to defile you?”
His demand is aggressive, but it’s turning me on even more. Tears roll down my cheeks. “Your scent is driving me wild. It has filled my senses and taken over my whole body and soul. I need you like I need air to breathe.”
He hauls me up by my hands and leans forward to kiss my tears gently away. “Do you know why that is, Sophia?”
I shake my head, unable to speak from his proximity and the overwhelming emotions washing over me.
“When you realise what it is, I will give you free rein of my body. Until then…” He kisses my lips softly. “Go back to sleep, baby girl. You need your rest.”
He slips out, leaving me a shaking ball of need and want. I hear the key turn in the lock and then raised voices. Enzo is furious about something, but I don’t speak enough Italian to know what.
I dive back into my nest and pull the covers up over my head, squeezing my legs together tightly to try to ease the desperate pull for a man that is a complete stranger to me.
But there again, so was Trent.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Atlas
Iflick another card onto the table in front of me, glaring at Cain. He is a major pain in the arse. No one ever beats me at poker, and yet, here I am, over a hundred quid down and no way back.
“Fuck you,” I growl when he places down a full house a few minutes later. “Are you fucking cheating?”
He gives me a smug smile, which really infuriates me. I know I do the same occasionally, and I think that is what pisses me off more because I see how irritating it is. “Never, and I resent the accusation, prick.”
Snarling, I stand up. “I’m out.”
“Sit your ass back down,” Franco snaps. “I’m not done, and we are best buddies now, remember? Inseparable.”
I look around to see if I can escape, but the Quinn pack is closely knit, and all eyes are on me, alphas, betas, male and female; they are all daring me to make a move. I haven’t even been able to have a wank in peace since I got here two days ago. I’m getting seriously jacked off.
“Fucking hell,” I grouse and sit. I don’t have a choice. As much as I love a good rumble, I know my limits. It’s not like I can even pretend to be Cain to slip past them. He lent me two sets of clothes, one to wear, one to wash, and they consist of t-shirts and combat pants. He has tats down both arms, whereas mine is on my back. A huge phoenix which has special meaning, rising from the ashes and all that bollocks. If I could just find a jumper or a jacket of his, I could try, but probably fail. It would be too obvious and making a run for it in the dead of night is also not an option. This place is as heavily guarded as Fort Knox, twenty-four seven.
“Dad’s back,” an alpha called Tony says. He is Quinn’s youngest son, so I believe. I find it weird that he and his two brothers live out here in the main compound instead of the family residence behind electronic locks.
“Come,” Cain says, standing up.
Pulling my face, I stand again and follow him and Franco out to the driveway, where a black van pulls up, and Quinn climbs out before it’s even stopped. He opens the back door and helps Nico out, who looks the worst for wear.
“You okay?” Cain asks, going over to help.
Nico grimaces. “Yeah, fantastic, you?”
Cain glares at Quinn. “It’d be better if I knew when my arse was going to be kicked so I could prepare.”
“Ha,” Quinn lets out a loud guffaw. “The torment is in the waiting, cocksucker.”
