Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
QUENTIN
I was completely and utterly enamored with this woman in a likely unhealthy and obsessive way, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
I loved watching how carefully she sipped the wine I ordered for her and how hungrily she ate her meal, polite and unrushed, like she wanted to savor every bite and soak in the flavor of the food, and I planned on doing the same to her tonight. I could watch her indulge in our meal for hours, my mind wandering to a filthier avenue where she was savoring my cock in her mouth instead. It took every last bit of restraint I had to keep myself from yanking her away from the table and forcing her into the bathroom for a second course so I could find out. I wouldn’t be able to wait long enough to make it to my car and back to my apartment.
It was even more agonizing watching her lick chocolate icing from her lips when dessert came. I couldn’t break my eyes away. I hadn’t even taken a bite myself, content to just watch her and listen to her little moans of pleasure. I bit my lip and tried to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head, my restraint holding on by the sliver of a damn thread.
She was starting a war between us, and it was sweet of her to think it was one she could win. I was a patient man and had worked on my patience for a very long time. I was a creature of control, but she pushed me immensely, almost to my breaking point. I had to remember that the reward for my patience would be incredibly worthwhile.
I caught the eye of the waiter and raised my hand in a silent request for the check, the little restraint I had left almost snapping as Anora slowly licked icing off of the fork, making eye contact with me the whole time, causing my cock to harden painfully in my pants, begging me to do something about it.
I threw several bills on the table, nodding to the waiter as I stood up.
“Keep the change,” I said. I walked to where Anora was standing and gently placed my hand on her lower back to lead her out the door. “I have one more stop for us before the night is through, little moon,” I said, just barely brushing my lips against the shell of her ear. I could feel the way her body tensed under my palm and the shiver that went down her spine.
“Why do I have a bad feeling about this?” Anora asked skeptically.
“You’ll have fun, I promise,” I swore, giving my ticket to the valet and waiting for my car. I was antsy and ready to take her to the next stop, curious to see what her reaction would be.
We stood in silence while we waited for the car, my hand lingering against her back, unable to pull myself away. I could feel the heat of her skin through her dress, adding yet more fuel to my lust-filled fire.
“Thank fuck,” I grumbled as the valet brought the car to the front. I hurried to open the door and tried my best not to shove her inside.
“Impatient for something, Thorne?” Anora teased as I took my position in the driver’s seat and sped away from the restaurant, practically throwing her backward in her seat and causing a squeak to escape her.
“You are literally insane,” she squealed, and I let out a full-fledged, carefree laugh that felt good down to my bones.
“Baby, you’ve seen nothing yet,” I promised, because fuck—if she ever found out about my nightly activities, she would reconsider just how insane I truly was. I felt a cold wave wash over me at the thought of the biggest secret I was keeping from her. Anora gave me hope for a future that wasn’t going to be soaked in blood, so should I even tell her about my extracurricular activities if they wouldn’t be a part of our potential life together?
I reminded myself that keeping it a secret from her also kept her safe against any potential backlash from enemies that I had and would continue to gain.
“Where are you taking me, Quentin? After that meal, my bed is calling my name,” she groaned, rubbing her stomach to emphasize just how full she was.
Automatically my mind went to her between the sheets of her bed. Was there anything she said that didn’t make me think about her in a sexual way?
I wasn’t a pervert, and my mind wasn’t always in the gutter, but who the fuck could blame me? Anyone with eyeballs could look at Anora and understand where I was coming from and why exactly my mind went dirty, and my blood ran south when she spoke. Let us also not forget about the fuck-me eyes that she continued to sport around me constantly, even knowing how badly they made me want her.
I was nearly white knuckling the steering wheel by the time we pulled into the alley and up to the building. I could see the curiosity in Anora’s eyes, especially because the place looked practically abandoned. But, like everything else, it was what was on the inside that mattered, and I couldn’t wait to see her reaction to that surprise.
“You sure you’re not taking me to a secluded warehouse to murder me?” Anora joked and hearing her put those words together sent a pang through my heart and made me think of Leila. I knew Anora couldn’t have known her teasing would land so harshly, but it fucking stung.
“I promise you, Anora, you’re safe with me,” I reassured her, rounding the car and holding out my hand for her to take. There was still hesitation in her eyes, our relationship having started in an unusual and probably terrifying way, but I would protect her with everything in me. I took it as a personal victory when she slid her hand into mine and let me pull her toward the side door of the building.
Opening the door was like opening a portal to another universe: the smell of sweat and cotton candy permeating the air, neon lights bouncing off of every surface, and the throwback pop music blaring through the loudspeakers. I watched as Anora took everything in, unable to focus on any singular thing. Her lips were parted slightly, and I said nothing as I watched her observe the arcade to which I had brought her, considered an underground treasure in the city of Portland. I had been coming to Game Galaxy since I was a kid, and I vividly remembered the many competitive evenings I’d spent here with Leila and Joey, making memories and finding happiness when it was hard to come by anywhere else. I wouldn’t have been surprised if several of the machines still had our high scores on them, and I was itching to see if there was any piece of my sister here made immortal, even digitally.
“You brought me to an arcade?” Anora asked, a hint of childish glee entering her tone.
I made my way over to the token machine, grabbing my wallet for some cash. “I brought you here to show you a little bit about me,” I answered. “I hope you’re not a sore loser.”
“I think you’ll be the sore loser once you realize how much you’ve underestimated me,” Anora scoffed, walking down the aisles of machines and pondering which she wanted to play. The little silver dress she wore, a similar shade to her hair, reflected the neon lights from the screens. She took slow but sure steps, torturing me with her legs that went on for days. Thick thighs that I wanted wrapped around my head and heels digging into my back. It was torturous to wonder what color panties she was wearing under that sleek little number, if she was wearing any at all.
I practically groaned at the thought, remembering just how patient I needed to be to get what I wanted.
Keep it together, Thorne. Good things come to those who wait.
Anora stopped suddenly at a space shooter game, and I smiled to myself because it had always been one of my favorites. I wordlessly approached as she positioned her hands on the controls and slipped a couple of tokens in.
As soon as the game started, she was immediately focused, homed in like it was her life mission to get the highest score. I watched silently as her fingers moved over the buttons, her hand tightly gripping the joystick. I put my hands in my pockets and leaned closer until my chest was just barely touching her back.
I could feel the warmth of her skin and immediately felt her tense at my touch. It was intoxicating to see and feel just how much I got to her. I took a deep inhale of her perfume and groaned at the smell of her, like it was a drug I couldn’t get enough of.
“You smell delicious, little moon,” I said, my lips barely grazing the shell of her ear. I slowly leaned in, grabbing her earlobe between my teeth and sucking, getting hard off of the way she sharply inhaled at the feel of my mouth on her. “You taste delicious, too.”
“Quentin,” she warned, trying to put some heat behind her tone, but all I could hear was how breathless she sounded.
I pressed my throbbing cock against her ass, barely grinding myself against her and watching her hands begin to lose composure on the video game controls, her fingers missing the buttons and her knuckles white against the joystick.
“Are you wet for me, Anora?” I questioned, listening behind us to see if there was anyone nearby before slowly taking my hand and trailing it up her thigh. I brought my fingers higher and higher, lightly touching her inner thigh, until I could feel the lace of her underwear, and slid my finger over the front of the material, right over her slit.
“Fuck,” I groaned as the wetness seeping through her panties confirmed my earlier suspicions. I rubbed slow, tight circles over her clit, causing a whimper to free itself from her lips.
“Focus on the game, little moon,” I commanded as her head fell back against my shoulder, the virtual enemies moving in. “Be a good girl and win the game so I can make this pussy feel good.”
Her head slowly snapped back to the screen, and I wasted no time moving aside the fabric and plunging two fingers inside of her, causing her to gasp and her legs to buckle. I braced my arm against her stomach, holding her up as I worked my fingers inside of her, curling them just right so I could hit the sweet spot. Her breathing was erratic, the rasps joining the noises of the game and the sound of her wetness as I pumped my fingers in and out.
“This is only a taste of what I have to offer you, Anora,” I said, my mouth once again tickling her ear. “Just wait until it’s my cock inside that pretty little cunt of yours.”
“Quentin,” she whined, and from the way she was beginning to clench around me I could tell she was close. I grabbed her chin and turned her face toward me, bringing her lips to mine to muffle the sounds of her loud moans and the chants of my name. I felt her tighten around my fingers, the orgasm crashing over her, but I didn’t let up, pushing her over the edge with my tongue in her mouth and my fingers in her pussy, wanting to milk her for everything she had to give me.
As her breathing slowed, I pulled my fingers from between her legs and brought them to my mouth, licking off every single bit of her orgasm and savoring the taste on my tongue.
She watched me with flushed cheeks and blown pupils. I had never seen a woman look so beautiful when she fell apart for me.
“Like I said, you taste delicious.” I smirked before drawing her lips back to mine and letting her taste the remnants of herself.
If she thought she was in trouble before—if she thought I was obsessed with her before—she had another think coming now that I had her taste in my memory.
I would never be willing to let her go.