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“I'm not lying to myself. You're just in denial,” I bellow, but when I say the words, I don't feel them in my gut. My body knows the words are weak, but my mouth speaks them anyway.
“Bull-fucking-shit. You belong to me. You've been mine since the moment you told me you wanted me to take care of you. You said those words. You don't get to take them back now just because you're scared.”
My heart gallops. “Scared? What would I possibly be afraid of?”
“The fact that you're breaking your own rules, and you know I'm right,” he says. “You belong to me. I'm your Dom, and you are my submissive. What the fuck do you think belonging to me means? You're my submissive. Mine. Based on the rules you put in place and had me fucking sign like a contract. What, you didn't read your own fineprint? You. Belong. To. Me.”
I glare at him, wishing for all of it to be untrue, but I feel my body trembling with emotion that I shouldn't have. Rage and sadness and happiness and fear. So much fucking fear.
“Stop saying that,” I force myself to yell. “I don't belong to you, Quinn. I never did. I never will.”
“No?” he says with raised brows. Then he nods to himself and says, “Get on your knees.”
My forehead furrows in an instant. “What?”
“You fucking heard me,” he says without hesitation. There is no trembling in his voice. He's standing on this fearlessly. “You let those pricks in there treat you like a slut—reminiscing about the past with Simon’s memories fueling his erection right there at the bar. But you're not a slut, Olivia. You'remyslut. Now get on your fucking knees. Kneel for your Dom right now. Or do I have to sue you for breach of contract in order for you to understand? Kneel.”
I want to lose my shit. How dare he speak to me this way. How dare he try to remind me about paperwork that I drew up. He expects me, a fucking CEO to kneel in a dirty parking lot for him? I'm eight years older than he is. I tell him what to do all day long, and now he's trying to turn the tables on me? I'mhisboss. He'smyemployee. Is he insane? I can't do it. I won't.
My mind runs rampant with thoughts reminding me of who I am, but my body ignores my mind. My body doesn't care about our age difference or Obsidian’s power structure. My body reacts to him. My body wants him. My body remembers his touch the same way my mind remembers what I just watched him do totwo men who disrespected me. My body hasn't forgotten Quinn, so when he tells me to kneel, my brain shuts off. My body responds.
With a tight jaw, I begin to slowly lower myself to the ground in front of him. My eyes dart over to the lit part of the lot and to the entrance to the bar, but no one is around right now.
“Don't look over there,” he says when he sees me. “I don't give a fuck who’s around. You don't belong to anybody else. You belong to your Dom. Now do as you're told.”
In my head, I'm screaming at the top of my lungs with my hair on fire. I can't believe I'm doing this for him, and I resent my body for going into autopilot at his command. But regardless of how quickly my mind races, I listen to him. I wrinkle and dirty my pants on the grimy pavement, and kneel in front of Quinn. When I look up at him, he doesn't smile like a satisfied child who’s smug about getting his way. He simply raises an eyebrow and flexes his jaw.
“You see? You do what I say … because you're mine. Now say it.”
I swallow hard, ignoring the voices I hear coming from the bar. I don't even glance over to see if anyone can see us.
“I'm yours,” I say, hating how uttering the words makes me feel.
“Again.”
I sigh. “I'm yours, Q.”
He nods slowly, but still isn't satisfied. “Again. Make me believe it, Olivia.”
“I'm yours, Q. I belong to you,” I say, and this time I mean it. How wet I am is undeniable, even when I know I should be furious about everything that has happened tonight. I don't feel fury. All I feel is my hunger for him, and I can't fight it anymore.
Quinn nods his head and licks his lips. “Good girl. Now get in the car.”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, quickly getting to my feet, unlocking my door, and climbing into my backseat as fast as I can.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Quinn gets in after I do and shuts the door, and the second we’re encased in my car, he looks at me as he begins taking off his pants. In a flash, his thick cock bounces free and my eyes go to it. I've never felt so powerless and desperate in my life. I want him more right now than Ieverhave before. What the fuck has this man done to me tonight? It’s like a spell I can't break free from.
“Take off your pants,” he demands without an ounce of kindness in his tone, but that doesn't stop me from listening to him. I snatch my pants and panties off like they're on fire, then turn to him and wait for further instruction like the good girl he has forced me to be for him. “Now, be my dirty little slut and climb on top me, and do not stop riding until you fucking come all over my cock. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, nearly whimpering from my need to obey him.
I completely lose control of myself. Gone is the self-possessed, unflappable CEO. She has been quickly replaced by a needy, unabashed, horny whore with an uncontrollable need to fuck her man. That is what Quinn has turned me into, and I climb on top of him in the middle of my backseat without a single care for who can see through the windshield. I need to obey him. I need … him.
The moment I feel him slide into me, ecstasy surges through my veins like fire. It fills me up as it spreads out and reaches the ends of my body before turning around and surging again. It makes me hot all over, my skin prickling and sweating in a flash, and once I feel his cock reach its full depth, I lose all control. Quinn places his hands on my hips and forces me to grind on him, and I let loose, moving back and forth like I’ll die if I sit still. My heart rages, my mind turns upside down, myreality twists into a warped version of itself until I can no longer think straight. I can't see straight. I have no morals or cares. All that exists is Quinn, and I fuck him like he’s the only thing that matters in my world.
“That’s it,” his voice rumbles in my ear. “Show me how much of a slut you are for me. Make me feel how much you want me. Show me that I'm more to you than anyone else has ever been.”
