Having him show me so much vulnerability last night had me in knots. Here was a man so strong, so dominant and never let anything ruffle him. Yet, he was suffering on the inside with the weight of the world on his shoulders. I desperately wanted to help him. To ease his burdens. He didn’t need to do this alone. He had the boys and he had me.
The moment I felt his hand close over my bare breast, I knew he was awake. His mouth trailed along my skin, his hot breath making me shiver until it closed over my nipple. His tongue circled it almost leisurely. I let out a little pant, gripping the bedsheets below me. My other hand still remained buried in his short hair.
“Sir,” I breathed.
“Hands above your head,” he murmured against my breast. “Grip the headboard and don’t move them from there.”
I complied, wrapping my hands around two of the metal bars built into the wood. His fingers dispensed with my underwear quickly. He kissed down my stomach, his tongue trailing along my skin. I squirmed but didn’t let go of the headboard.
“Open your legs wide for me, little girl.”
I brought my knees up and opened my legs, watching him disappear between them. His hot breath dusted over my pussy and I was a fucking goner. The moment his tongue delved between my lips, I bucked and moaned. He gripped the backs of my thighs, keeping me still as he pressed his tongue inside me before shifting higher and circling my clit.
“Oh god, Quinn.”
I realised the next second I’d forgotten to say sir, but I don’t think he even cared. He was too busy with his head between my legs, bringing me intense pleasure. I was hard-pressed to keep my hands locked to the headboard.
I whimpered when he pulled away and sat up on his knees, leaning over to the bedside table. He tugged open the drawer and pulled out a small bottle, which almost had me tensing. I was well versed in the boys’ interests now. They all liked to fuck me every which way they could. The longer I was with them, the deeper I fell into their sexual depravity and loved every moment of it.
Quinn’s tongue was back on my clit but this time his fingers were preparing me for him too. Stretching me out so I could take his cock. I bucked and moaned, finding myself being driven ever higher until I hit that peak. I clenched hard around his fingers as I came, almost letting go of the headboard with the force of my climax driving through my body.
“Fuck! Fuck!”
I’d barely even come down when he pulled away and slipped out of his boxers. His dark eyes were gleaming as he pressed my legs up against my chest before he slicked his cock up. I whined when he pressed inside me, gripping the metal bars harder. Thankfully, he went slow, letting me adjust with each stroke. He felt so good. I wanted to touch him but knowing Quinn, he wouldn’t let me move my hands.
“I love you.”
His eyes softened with my words and he faltered. Before I knew it, he’d tugged my hands from the headboard, lacing our fingers together as he leant over me.
“I love you too, little girl.”
His kiss was soft and tender. He made love to me with a reverence I’d rarely experienced from him. And when we hit the peak together, I felt completely undone by the experience. Quinn had well and truly let me in. His heart and mine were entwined.
We took a shower together, each taking turns to wash each other afterwards. The deepening of the intimacy we shared made my heart sing.
After breakfast with the boys, I bit the bullet and called Viktor. Quinn seemed less stressed as if he’d desperately needed a night of nothing but us holding each other without any of the other bullshit in our lives. He disappeared off into his office with Xav and Eric leaving Rory and me to clean up the kitchen.
I leant against the counter and dialled Viktor’s number. Rory was watching me with a neutral expression. I wasn’t sure how he felt about all the shit that’d gone down yesterday. Although he’d let me hold his hand last night, he’d been very quiet otherwise. Not that he wasn’t in general, but he usually made some effort to talk to me.
“Good morning, kotik.”
I’d just about got used to him calling me kitten.
“Hey… how’re things?”
What a stupid question!
This man was my biological father and yet I knew very little about him on a personal level. I mean I knew he was forty-two, rich as fuck due to his various businesses and had an older brother but that was about it. I’d like to know more but building relationships took time.
“Well enough. Isabella is safe as promised.”
I fiddled with the hem of my t-shirt.
“Do you think she’ll try to go back to Frank?”
I worried if I saw her and revealed I was still with the boys, she’d compromise my safety.
“Who knows your mother’s mind. She is concerned about your whereabouts.”
“So she doesn’t know.”
“No, nor is she aware you now know about me. Perhaps it is best we wait a few days to see where her loyalties lie before making any further decisions.”
As much as I wanted the answers to the questions I had for her, I’d been through far too much over the past couple of days. My life wasn’t as I knew it to be. Things had got so mixed up. Maybe I just needed a minute to breathe. Just like Eric had told me to do last night.
“Yeah, okay. That sounds like a plan. I should really stay at home anyway, safer for me that way.”
I might hate being stuck in this house, but after last night and finding out Julian had blackmailed Xav, I didn’t
