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I twist again, desperately frustrated, but Quinn’s hold tightens until there’s nowhere left to go. He’s hurting me a little and I think he knows it. He’s everywhere—muscle, heat, raw intensity. My breath hitches, betraying me.
“And you? Are you showing restraint?” I say with a crack in my voice because damn it, I am going to be sore from this.
Suddenly, his grip softens, hand spreading against my abdomen, a gentle pressure where his touch was harsh moments ago.
“Fucking miles of it,” he whispers roughly.
We both know he’s not talking about the fight anymore.
“Let me go,” I say, but my voice is breathy and weak.
His hand moves lower, just barely.
I…
I can’t help it.
I expose my neck to him because I want more. My back arches, my insides turn to lava and run directly south.
More more more.
His lips touch my skin, and he hums, lighting up my entire body like a chain of explosives. His hand inches down once more as he says, “Tell me I can trust you.”
“Sure,” I squeak, trying to sound sarcastic but sounding like a pained animal instead.
Quinn chuckles and lets me go.
I’m frozen, actually cold without his heat around me. I’m trying to remember how to breathe, as I hear him leave the mat. I will myself to loosen up, to turn, to say something bitchy. But before I can, he calls back, “Again, tomorrow morning.”
Then I hear the gym door slam shut.
And I stand there looking down at my body wondering…
What the hell is going on?
CHAPTER 32
Luna
“What’s going on is that I should have packed a damn vibrator when I moved out,” I say to Ellie when we finally catch each other on the phone.
“What!” Ellie screeches.
“Yeah, my thoughts exactly. What the actual hell!” I mutter, sorting through the dresses hanging in my closet.
“Is it one of his men?” Ellie asks. Sweet, innocent, old-school Ellie.
Because there’s no way I could actually be attracted to a scarred psycho the size of a small building. There’s no way he and I could not only be friends and sparring partners but…more.
But then the thought of anyone else here even catching my eye, even being remotely interesting at all…
I laugh.
“No, El, it’s not one of his men. It’s him. The lunatic head splitter,” I say, just going there. “He is—oh so unfortunately for me and my plans of espionage, treason and overall world domination—really fucking hot.”
“What! He is?” She’s squeaking again. Understandably.
“You’ve seen him! He’s like if power was a human being, Ellie. And when we train, ugh, I—”
