19. Quinn
19
QUINN
Oh god .
We shouldn’t be doing this. Not here. The stakes are way too fucking high.
But I don’t even think about denying Nico or even hesitating when he tells me to turn around and put my hands on the door frame.
I do as he commands, goosebumps rippling over my skin as I press my palms against the wood. I bite down on my bottom lip but still can’t help the moan that escapes my lips when I feel his rough hands pull down my panties and then move appreciatively across the curve of my ass.
He still doesn’t say a word as he guides me to bend a little at the waist before grabbing me firmly by the hips. And that’s all the warning I get.
He pushes inside me so roughly that my breath hitches in the back of my throat. It’s all I can do to keep a steady grip on the door frame.
“Fuck,” he groans, sliding one hand up my spine and into my hair. He uses the leverage to tug hard and force my back to arch a little more. “I love how fucking tight you are, mia cara. Still so wet for me.”
He immediately starts to pick up the pace, driving into me with enough force to make my toes curl. Each powerful thrust hits that spot deep inside that makes me weak at the knees.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, still trying and failing to hold in every jolt of pleasure I’m feeling. The bathroom door rattles with every thrust he makes, and I’m fully aware that someone could walk in on us at any moment.
I doubt even the jukebox out front can fully drown out the sounds of Nico’s cock slamming into me over and over and over again.
His grip on my hips tightens as he starts pounding harder, making sure his thighs slap against mine with each thrust. “You like that, don’t you?” He smacks my ass as he fucks me, making me moan all over again. “You fucking love getting railed like this.”
There’s no point in pretending I don’t, because we both know the truth. I can feel my cheeks flush even as he reaches forward to pinch my nipples and drive his cock in as deep as he can.
“Tell me how much you fucking love it, mia cara,” he demands. “Say it.”
“I love it,” I pant. “I fucking love it.”
“I know you do. You love bending over and giving me this pussy. My pussy.”
“Your pussy,” I repeat instinctively.
“Damn right, it is. Your pussy belongs to me.” He smacks my ass again, then grabs my ass cheeks with both hands and spreads them apart. “Just like this tight little asshole.”
My eyes go wide and a fresh wave of arousal pulses through me.
“This ass is mine too. Isn’t it?” He presses his thumb against my hole but doesn’t push inside.
I nod and try to spread my legs a little wider, even though there’s only so much room.
“You like when I fuck you here?” he asks, pushing his thumb in just enough to make me gasp.
“Yes.” I swallow hard. “So much.”
He works his thumb in and out, fucking my ass with slow, shallow strokes. It’s enough to make my thighs shake.
“Yeah, such a pretty little ass for me. For me and my brothers.”
A fresh rush of heat spreads through me. Jesus, yes . I want all of them, and I know all three of my men are going to fuck me as soon as they get the chance.
“Tell me you missed me, mia cara,” he says, pushing his thumb in deeper.
“I missed you so much.” I can barely focus on the words with his thumb still sliding in and out of my ass and his cock buried deep inside me. “You have no idea.”
“We missed you too.”
“I didn’t mean any of the things I said back at the safe house,” I blurt out, my mind suddenly spinning.
He withdraws his thumb from my back hole, only to rain another smack across my ass.
“Don’t talk about that right now,” he growls, leaning over my back to press his lips to the side of my throat. “Just think about the four of us together, and how much we love you.”
I’m panting so hard that I can’t even answer him, but I don’t have to. He just wraps his fingers in my hair and pulls my head back.
“You’re ours, mia cara. Don’t ever forget that.” He tugs harder. “Understood?”
“Yes. Yes, I understand. I’m yours. Only yours.”
“Good girl.”
My fingers dig into the wood of the door frame as he pulls out of me without warning, then reaches down between my legs and slips two fingers into my waiting, needy pussy. “So fucking wet. Jesus, you’re practically dripping.”
He pumps them slowly a few times, just enough to drive me insane, before pulling them back out and running his fingertips over the tight, puckered entrance to my ass again, teasing me there.
“You want me to fuck your sweet ass, don’t you?” he asks, his voice rough and gravelly.
“Oh god. Yes, please.”
“I love hearing you beg,” he growls, slapping my ass cheek one more time for good measure.
It doesn’t take long for him to coat his cock with the mixture of my arousal and his precum, and then he’s pressing the tip against my back hole.
“I’m not gonna go easy on you. You know that, right?”
“Please don’t.”
I can feel his cock twitch as he slowly pushes into my ass. This isn’t the first time I’ve been fucked there, but it still feels like I’m being split in half by his thick cock.
No fucking way am I going to say anything though. I don’t want him to slow down. I sure as hell don’t want him to stop.
“Fuck,” he grunts, pushing a little farther. “Goddamn, you look good like this. I love watching you take every inch of me.”
“Oh god, Nico.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“So…” I swallow, barely able to speak. “So…”
His voice drops, raspy and low as he murmurs, “Does it hurt as much as you hurt me?”
Tears sting my eyes at the ragged emotion in his tone. I shake my head, dragging in a shuddering breath. My fingers are practically clawing at the door frame now, desperate for something—anything—to hold on to. The pain is sharp and intense, but there’s something else underneath. A raw, primal connection that makes my pulse race.
“Please,” I gasp, pushing back against him.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me harder.”
“You want it harder? Then you’d better brace yourself.”
With that harsh warning, he slides his hands up to my hips and starts moving, working his way in deeper with each stroke as I do my best to follow his command and hold myself steady against the door.
I need this. I need the escape and the roughness and even the pain. It grounds me, reminds me who I am and who I belong to.
“ Harder ,” I beg, even though I’m not sure if I can take any more.
“That’s right. Beg for it. Tell me how badly you need it.”
“Harder, please, Nico. God, please.”
He grunts but does as I ask. And fuck, it really does hurt. It hurts so damn much that it’s all I can focus on. But beneath that pain is a deep, pulsing pleasure. A burning heat that spreads through my core and up through the pit of my stomach until I’m practically dizzy from it.
He spanks me again, centering me. “Fucking take that cock,” he growls. “You’re gonna take every goddamn inch and you’re gonna thank me for it. Do you know why?”
My brain is so clouded by the pleasure and the pain that it takes a few seconds to even register that he’s asked me a question.
Too late.
He spanks me again, making me whimper as my knuckles turn white from gripping this door frame so hard. “Do you know why you’re gonna love it? Why you’re gonna thank me for fucking you like this?”
“Why?” I pant, determined not to earn another spanking in case it sends me over the edge before I’m ready.
Before he’s ready.
“Because you’re my wife .” He thrusts hard on the last two words, using his cock to drive the point home. “And you’re always going to be my wife, do you understand? I don’t give a fuck what kind of vows he made you repeat. I don’t give a fuck about that ring on your finger. You’re mine. You belong to me and my brothers. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Oh god. Yours.”
“That’s right. That’s what I want to fucking hear.”
With his cock filling my ass and his words filling my ears, there’s nothing left but him. Nothing left but the pleasure and the pain and the raw, primal need.
“Yours,” I whimper, nodding desperately as the thought alone pushes me closer to the edge. “Only yours. No matter what.”
“Fuck yes. No matter what.” He fucks me faster, his grip tightening. I can feel his cock swelling and throbbing, and I know he’s getting close. “Come for me. Come while I’m inside you. I want to feel your ass grip my cock while your pussy soaks the fucking floor underneath us.”
I reach down to finger my clit, but he swats my hand away and does it himself. “Mine. Don’t fucking forget it again.”
His thumb moves faster, circling and teasing and pushing me higher and higher. The pressure builds and builds until my legs are shaking. Until my fingers are gripping the door frame so hard it feels like I could rip it from the wall.
“That’s it,” he grunts, his breath ragged and heavy against my ear. “Come for me, mia cara. Fucking come for me right now.”
The orgasm crashes through me, making my whole body shudder and shake. It’s more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before. Like a tidal wave, sweeping through me and washing everything else away.
And Nico isn’t far behind.
Just when I think he’s going to finally let go and fill me up with his release, he pulls out and jerks himself off over my arched back. He grunts loudly as rope after rope of his cum splatters across my lower back and ass, and I can feel a few stray drops land on my shoulder blades.
“Stay right there,” he pants. “Just like that. Don’t fucking move.”
I’m still trying to catch my breath, so I’m happy for the excuse to close my eyes for a moment and ride the aftershocks that are tingling up and down my legs.
I can feel the length of his cock moving across my ass, like he’s caressing me with it. But it’s only when he takes his cock away and starts using his hand instead that I open my eyes again and turn to look over my shoulder at him.
“What are you doing?”
He doesn’t miss a beat, doesn’t stop rubbing his cum into my skin like it’s fucking lotion as he makes eye contact with me. “Giving you something to remember me by. You’re not leaving here until you soak it all in, until my fucking cum is part of your DNA. Voglio segnarti per l'eternità.”
I can’t help but smile. This is his way of marking me without actually leaving any marks.
He leans in, still rubbing, and kisses me, claiming my mouth just like he’s claimed every other part of me. We both let the kiss go on, soft and deep, as if it’s some kind of balm after the rough sex and dirty talk.
After a few moments, he helps me get dressed again and cleans away the few random drops of cum that didn’t get fully rubbed into my back and ass. Only when we’re both dressed again and fully calmed down does he say anything.
“Have you been coming here every night?” He leans back against the wall, then snakes an arm around my waist when I join him. “Since you wrote that note, I mean? Were you really here every night waiting for us to show up?”
I nod. “Every night. I was starting to get worried after the first three or four nights, but I didn’t give up. I couldn’t.”
“How did you convince Malcolm to let you out of his sight? He’s gotta be wondering what the fuck has been keeping you out so late all week.”
“Come on. You have to give me some credit here.” I grin and nudge him with my shoulder until he cracks the faintest hint of a smile. “I told him I wanted to rebuild Enigma, which conveniently happens to be the truth. And it just so happens that my dad owned the building at the end of this block.” My smile grows a little wider as I think back on how well my little plan has turned out so far. “That building happens to be connected to this bar by a tunnel in the basement.”
“Holy shit, are you serious?” He shakes his head, chuckling. “That’s some spy shit right there. Good fucking work. And he doesn’t suspect anything?”
“I don’t think so. He has people following me, but I’m careful to make sure they see me puttering around in the shop, cleaning and dusting and moving shit around. They don’t care enough to actually come inside and check on me.”
We’re both quiet for a few long seconds, then he looks at me again without any trace of the smile that was there moments ago. “Come with me when I leave here. We’ll pick up Atlas and Killian and get the fuck out of Detroit tonight. Just like we planned on doing before. We’d be long gone before Malcolm even started looking for you.”
It’s tempting.
Fuck, it’s tempting. For a moment, I almost let myself give in.
“I can’t.” I swallow hard to keep from apologizing because I know it’s not what either of us wants to hear right now. “We’d spend every second looking over our shoulders, waiting for the other shoe to drop. And he’d find us, just like he did before.”
“He might not though.”
“But he might. And if he did, he wouldn’t be lenient like he was last time. He’d kill all of us, Nico, and he’d make sure to do it in the cruelest, most painful way possible. I don’t want that to happen. That’s the whole point of… of all this.”
He’s quiet again, as if he’s taking in everything I’ve just said. Then his expression hardens. “So this is it, then? You plan on staying married to that asshole, then come here every once in a while to get fucked by the men who actually love you? Because that sounds like a shitty goddamn plan to me.”
His words sting, but he’s right about one thing—that would be a shitty fucking plan.
“No. This isn’t gonna play out like that. Malcolm’s hold on the other Syndicate members isn’t as strong as he thinks. Some of them, maybe. But not all of them.”
“What the hell does that even mean?”
“It means he might have forced them to accept his leadership for now, but things could change.”
Nico’s brow furrows, but before he can ask the question, I answer.
“If I can start to turn those other members against him, I can take his ass down from the inside.”
“A coup?”
I nod. “A coup. I think at least two or three of them are already itching for change. He forces them to play by the rules, but then moves the goal posts whenever it suits him. Like how my life was supposed to be forfeit until he decided he wanted me for himself.”
His hands clench into fists, and I can see the muscle working in his jaw again. “Fucking bastard.”
“Agreed. But my point is that the other members don’t appreciate having to operate under a different set of rules. They’re starting to chafe. I don’t think it’ll take much persuading to get the majority of them on my side.”
Nico nods. “That does seem like a better option than running with our tails between our legs for the rest of our lives.”
“And then getting shot like dogs in the street anyway.”
“Yeah.” He grimaces. “That’s not how I want to go out.”
I take a deep breath. This is the next big hurdle, the thing I’m not sure I can sell him on.
“The only catch is, it’s going to take some time. And patience. From all of us.”
He frowns again. “I’ve never been a patient man, mia cara. Especially not when it comes to you and your safety. How long do you think it’ll take, realistically?”
“I honestly don’t know. I feel like things are progressing quickly already, but I can only speak to the other Syndicate members when the opportunity presents itself. In a lot of ways, I’ll be at Malcolm’s mercy right up until the moment I pull the rug out from under him.”
“Has he touched you?”
The question is so unexpected that I actually flinch. “What?”
“Malcolm. Has he touched you?”
“He…” I shake my head. “He wanted to, but I wouldn’t let him. He’s giving me my space for now, but…”
“But what?”
“But he’s made it pretty clear that he isn’t going to wait forever.”
Just saying those words out loud makes my stomach turn. Judging by Nico’s expression, he’s having a similar reaction.
“He’d better stay the fuck away from you.” He leans in a little closer to look me directly in the eyes. “I mean it, mia cara. If he ever touches you, you have to tell me.”
“What good will that do?”
“It’ll do a lot of fucking good because I’ll kill the son of a bitch. Pretty sure nobody would fucking miss him.”
I know he’s angry and I know he means every word he’s saying, which honestly makes me feel a little better, even though I know it isn’t that simple.
But it’s a good reminder that he—and Atlas and Killian—still give a damn about what happens to me. They still love me.
And they’re still willing to put their lives on the line to save mine.
“You’d better get back,” he says quietly. “I don’t want to fuck up this plan before you have a chance to put it into motion.”
I nod, knowing he’s right even though I’d rather take my chances and stay a little while longer. “We can keep in contact through Mickey. I’ll leave notes for you whenever I can.”
“We’ll do the same.”
I open my mouth to say something else, but he kisses me again, and the rest of my words get lost in the heat and passion and desperation of the moment.
“Be safe,” I murmur when the kiss finally ends.
“You too.”
He watches me go as I slip out of the bathroom and walk toward the back stairs that lead down to the basement. God, I miss him already.
I miss all three of them so fucking much.