Page 146 of Brutal Vows
He turns around and pours himself another scotch. He shoots it, then sets the glass down carefully. Without looking at me, he says gruffly, “So you want out of the contract.”
It’s not a question. He says it as if it’s a foregone conclusion that I wouldn’t be in this room if I wasn’t legally obligated to be.
But life is never that simple, is it?
“I don’t know what I want. The past few days have ruined my ability to think rationally.”
He waits, unmoving, staring down at the empty glass on the bar.
My voice low, I continue. “But I meant what I said when I told you I wanted to know you.”
He lifts his head. Our eyes lock. A swell of emotion tightens my chest.
“I like you, Quinn. You’re smart. You’re funny. You’re kind. You’re protective. You’re also completely unhinged. What happened with you and Riley is still fresh. You’re still processing.”
He growls, “I wasn’t lying when I said I’m not in love with her.”
“And I believe that. But you can still be fucked up over someone even if you weren’t in love.” After a moment, I add softly, “Like I would be if this pretend marriage of ours doesn’t work out.”
His eyes shine. His jaw works. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
Then he crosses the room in a few long strides, takes me into his arms, and kisses me.
It’s passionate, bordering on desperate. He holds my head between his shaking hands and drinks deep from my mouth until we’re both breathing hard.
He breaks away and growls, “Permission to get rough. I won’t hurt you, but—”
“Granted. I trust you. Fuck me, fake husband. We can work out all the other bullshit tomorrow.”
His eyelids flutter closed as he exhales on a soft groan.
When he opens his eyes again, Quinn is gone. In his place is my black-eyed monster who comes out to play with me in the dark.
He flips me up and over his shoulder, strides over to the bed, and tosses me down to the mattress. I haven’t even caught my breath before he drags me by my ankles to the edge, thrusts my legs apart, flattens his hand on the middle of my chest, and forces me to lie back.
He tears my panties off and shoves his face between my thighs.
I cry out, arching.
He grabs my bottom in both hands and digs his fingers into my flesh as he lashes his tongue back and forth over my clit. Then he shoves it inside me, making me gasp.
I gasp even louder when he slides his finger into my ass.
“Okay, wife,” he says in a guttural voice, his mouth inches away from my exposed pussy and his finger wedged deep inside me as he kneels on the floor between my spread legs. “If this is the last time I get to fuck you, I’m gonna make sure you remember it for the rest of your life.”
He sinks his thumb inside my pussy, lowers his head, and starts to suckle my clit, filling me with his fingers and fondling me with his tongue.
The sensation is mind-blowing. As he licks, he squeezes his fingers together, then rotates his hand, then squeezes again. He’s manipulating me like a hand puppet. It’s hot and dirty and fucking incredible.
I dig my hands into his hair and start pulling as I writhe against his mouth with my legs spread as wide open as I can get them.
When I shudder and moan, he laughs darkly.
“My good girl likes to get finger fucked in all her sweet holes while she has her pussy licked, doesn’t she?”
I can’t form an answer. My eyes roll back into my head. I make an animal whimper of pleasure as I rock my hips frantically in a wordless plea.
“Aye, she does. She fucking loves it. Now come on my face so I can fuck all these tight holes with my hard cock.”
