Page 149 of Brutal Vows
He gives my wet folds a firm tweak, making me yelp. It also makes my ass muscles clench around him.
He groans. Then he decides to try it again.
It’s my turn to groan. His fingers are hard and calloused, and though the pinch is firm, it doesn’t hurt. If anything, it’s a lovely distraction.
I whisper, “So spank it, then.”
Breathing raggedly, he pauses for only a second before sliding his fingers all over my folds, up and down, even to the outside,over my thighs. I hear the noise it makes, his fingers covered in my slickness, and feel my face burn.
I forget about my burning face when he slaps me smartly between the legs.
“Ah!”
The sting of it is quickly replaced by a flood of heat that makes my muscles loosen and my jaw go slack. After that, a steady pulse of pleasure throbbing outward from my core makes me shiver.
Sounding triumphant, he whispers, “You liked it.”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I liked it.”
He laughs. “Of course you did. Do you know why?”
“Because I’m sick.”
“No, sweet girl. Because you’re mine.”
My breath hitches. My heart pounds. I feel shaky and buzzed and so very alive. So alive, I’m flying.
My face half-buried in the blankets, I whisper, “Come in me like this, Quinn. Fuck me hard and spank my pussy and come inside me. I need to feel you unravel. I want us to unravel at the same time.”
Fondling my aching clit with one hand, Quinn slides his other up my back to my nape, then down again, his fingers gently tracing the outline of my scars.
In a reverent voice, he says, “I started to unravel the first moment I laid eyes on you, viper. And even if tonight is all I get, I’ll never be wound right again.”
He pumps into me, starting off hard and continuing even harder as he plays with my pussy, stopping every once in a while to give it a brisk slap that makes me sob and lose my mind.
The motion of his hips only falters when he grits out, “I’m there.”
“Me too.”
“Ah, fuck, viper—”
“Quinn! Quinn!”
We groan loudly together, so loudly, it echoes off the walls. He shoves his finger deep inside my pussy. I rear back against him, clenching and clenching, shuddering uncontrollably.
Still pumping into my ass, he leans over and rests his forehead between my shoulder blades as he spills himself inside me.
Pressing his lips to my spine, he breathes my name on a long, low moan.
Any chance I thought I had of not falling for this man evaporates into thin air.
Whatever happens when the sun rises, my cold little heart is now in his hands.
THIRTY-FOUR
