He pulls me in and kisses me.
Wrapping his big hand around the back of my neck, he holds me close and drinks deep from my mouth as I fist the lapel of his tux in one hand and cling to his shoulders with the other. He slides his other hand up my thigh to my hip, which he squeezes.
Then he hooks his thumb under the elastic of my panties and tugs on it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my pelvis as the cotton drags against my clit.
Against my mouth, he murmurs, “You’re trembling. I suppose that’s fear, right?” He chuckles. “Because you’d never be aroused by such an idiot.”
“I hate you.”
“The lies never stop with you, do they?”
He takes my mouth again, kissing me harder. I arch into him, my heart hammering and my nipples hardening with every sweep of his tongue against mine. He tugs on my panties again, making me squirm restlessly, then slides his hand between my legs.
“Soaked,” he whispers, rubbing my panties. “Sweet little viper, you’re already soaking wet.”
“I was thinking about poisoning your coffee,” I say raggedly.
“You were thinking about riding my dick.”
“How are you so awful?”
“You bring out the bastard in me. Now let’s see if I can get you to do something with that mouth other than slice me to ribbons.”
He slips his fingers under my panties and gently pinches my swollen clit.
I gasp, stiffening.
When he slides one thick finger inside me, I close my eyes and moan.
“Perfect,” he murmurs. “What if I do this?”
He presses his thumb against my clit and slowly works his finger in and out, fucking me with it. I shudder, dropping my head against his shoulder and biting my lip so I don’t make a sound.
Until he adds another finger. Then I groan like a zombie crawling out of a grave. It’s the most unattractive sound I’ve made in my life.
But Quinn doesn’t think so. He growls in approval, dipping his head to latch onto my throat with his hot mouth. He sucks on my neck and finger fucks me while I helplessly grind against his hand.
He says hotly into my ear, “You want to come like this, baby? Or do you want my mouth?”
Delirious, my eyes rolling back in my head, I gasp, “What the hell is happening?”
“Your husband is fingering your gorgeous wet cunt, that’s what.”
“Jesus! Quinn!”
He breathes, “Aye, lass. Say my name just like that when you come.”
Rocking his hips into me so his erection is pressed right up against my hip, he kisses a path down my neck to my chest, then licks at my cleavage, dipping his tongue into the cleft between my breasts. When I groan again, he lightly bites down on the swell of one breast.
“I need to taste every inch of you,” he whispers, his voice dark. “I need to bite every perfect part of your skin. I want to fuck you and spank you and make you take my cock down your throat. I want you to tell me every filthy thing you want me to do to you, starting right fucking now.”
He pulls his fingers out of me and slides them lazily up and down through my soaked folds, spreading the wetness around. When he brushes against my clit, I jerk.
“Start talking, viper. What do you want?”
“An annulment.”
“Liar.”
He bites my hard nipple right through the delicate fabric of the dress.
Panting, I say, “Do you not care that you’re giving the poor driver a show?”
“I care that you’re flexing your hips to try to get my fingers back inside you.”
Horrified that he’s right, I drop my head back and squeeze my eyes shut. “Gah!”
Laughter in his voice, he whispers, “So greedy.”
“Quinn—”
“Ask me to finger fuck you, viper. Ask me to make you come. I want to hear it.”
“You and all your talking! Is this what you learned in therapy? How to break a girl down with your incessant chatter? It’s like water torture, only with words!”
Sweeping his fingers back and forth over my throbbing clit, he says, “Tell me you need my cock. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you’ve been dreaming about it every night and aching for it every day, the way I have.”
When I open my eyes, he’s got the most intense look on his face. So intense, it’s frightening.
Holding my gaze, he commands, “Tell me.”
Then he slides his fingers inside me again.
Arching my back, I suck in a breath. My eyes widen. He crooks his fingers and hits a sensitive spot inside me, rubbing against it with maddening slowness, intently watching every expression that crosses my face.
I can’t look away from him. I want to, but I can’t.
Somehow, he’s got me trapped in the weight of his powerful gaze. A fly caught in amber.
A desperate little insect snared in a hungry spider’s web.
And for all my pride and independence, for all the times I swore I’d never allow myself to be owned again, I find it impossible not to give him what he’s demanding.
Staring into his eyes and breathing hard, I whisper, “Yes. All of it. I want you to fuck me. I want you to kiss me everywhere. I want your hands and your mouth and every other part of you, and I honestly despise myself for wanting it, but I do. So please make me come now. I’ll get back to hating us both after.”
“You said you downgraded the hate to dislike.”
“That was before I married you. Now, all bets are off.”
When he grins, his smile victorious, I snap, “But no spanking. If you ever try to hit me, I’ll consider it a declaration of war, and that will be the end of you!”
He growls, “Fuck, it’s hot when you threaten to kill me.”
Then he crushes his mouth to mine and ravages it as he works his fingers in and out of me, thrusting them deep, moaning into my mouth when I spread my legs wider.
When I come, it’s with fireworks behind my eyelids and a full-body jerk that makes one of my shoes go flying. Quinn swallows my moan, humming his approval into my mouth and holding me against him, a Popsicle viper impaled on his huge hand.
I convulse and clench around his fingers until finally, I collapse backward, shaking and spent. He holds me up with that one strong arm around my back, slips his fingers out of me, and slides them into his mouth.
As I watch in dizzy, breathless astonishment, he lazily licks his slick fingers dry, savoring my taste.
Watching me with hooded eyes, he growls, “That’s my good girl.”
And oh, what that does to me. The golden shimmer of happiness that floods my cells. It’s ridiculous how soft and melting I become, as pliant as a green blade of grass under the spring sun.
But I’m not a blade of grass.
I’m a blade. Period.
I’m a strong, capable, grown-ass woman who intimidates Mafia men so much, they can’t even look me in the eye.
My voice shaking with emotion, I say, “I’m not good and I’m not a girl. I’m not yours, either.”
Chuckling softly, he presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “I’ll concede the first two. But you’re definitely mine.”
Just for an added little fuck-you to make his point, he drawls, “Mrs. Quinn.”
That right there tells me all I need to know about how this marriage is going to work.
I never knew before this moment that enemies with benefits is an actual thing.
22
Spider
I’m glad the hotel is close to the church, because with every mile we drive and minute that passes, Reyna gets closer to a full-blown freak out.
She wants to crawl off my lap, but I haven’t let her. Instead, I hold her firmly in place as she hyperventilates and looks around wildly like a caged animal desperate for a way out.
There’s no way out for her, though. I’m taking this till-death-do-us-part thing very fucking seriously.
Which means she’ll have to kill me to get away.
But I won’t give her a reason to. I’ll be the opposite of everything her last husband was. I want her to learn that marriage to me isn’t the end of her life.
It’s only the beginning.
“Where are we going?” she says, staring out the window in rising panic.
I’m going to have to make her come again soon. She needs to calm down.
“The Ritz. I booked the honeymoon suite.”
She swallows and moistens her lips. Then she blurts, “Do you snore?”
I have to suppress a laugh at that. “To be honest, I have no idea.”
“Nobody’s ever told you?”
“Who would tell me?”
“Any woman you’ve ever slept with.”
I quirk my lips. “I don’t spend the night.”
She looks startled by that. “What do you mean? You’ve never had a long-term relationship?”
“My relationships can best be described as speedy disasters. Those were few and far between. I haven’t been committed to a woman in more than ten years.”
She examines my face in silence for a moment. I can see the wheels turning and know she wants to grill me for more information, but she doesn’t.
She looks away instead, nervously chewing the inside of her cheek.
“You can ask me anything,” I say, stroking my hand up her arm.
“It might be insulting.”