CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Four days later
– QUINN –
Standing in front of my bedroom window is something I’ve done each morning for the past few days. I’ve been staying here ever since Cillian’s men drugged me and Fiero saved me. Though, saving might not be the right word.
I’m not exactly a captive, but I also don’t really have a say in doing the things I’d normally do. A sigh rips from me. I miss Bri the most. We’ve been roommates for a long time which kinda makes it not normal to be alone in the house.
Maybe that’s it. I feel lonely. The only times I’ve left this room is to join Fiero for dinner, something he’s persistent about.
Another deep sigh flows from me. The pile of problems is stacked high.
The most life-changing one is me being pregnant.
I needed to see the proof for myself, and it took peeing on a stick twice for me to finally accept being pregnant is my new reality.
The few days I had to process was at least enough for me to rearrange my future plans. I have one year left of college and hopefully I can finish with Fiero’s help. Fiero. Ugh. How can I have a kid with this man? We have nothing in common, so how is a relationship going to work between us?
Other than being parents...do I even want a relationship with him?
Does he? I sure as hell don’t have warm and fuzzy feelings when I think of him.
Becoming hot and bothered when I think of the sex we had that one time?
Yes. Most definitely. Though, it was the whole fantasy deal angle with others present, and it’s not something I want to repeat.
Especially not when I’m pregnant or become a mother. No. Everything has changed. I need to focus on the future, one where a solid job has to be the main priority to take care of my child. Hopefully I can finish the app I was working on so I can sell it. It’ll give me enough money to look for a job.
The app still needs work, and I do have plenty of time being confined to this room. Another sigh follows, and this one has everything to do with the man stalking out of the stables. Okay, maybe me standing in front of this window involves an added reason; to watch Fiero.
The man rides his horses early in the morning and sometimes late afternoon. I’ve only seen him wearing a suit, but those aren’t fit for riding horses. I swallow at the dryness in my throat and have to duck behind the curtain when he glances up.
Shit. I can’t be caught ogling him. His ego is big enough as it is.
I close my eyes and still see the image of Fiero in his tight black riding pants, leather boots, and black jacket.
Such a massive difference from the crisp suit.
Those slacks hide thick muscled thighs that don’t leave much to the imagination.
A jolt of lust runs through my body and I can feel my panties getting wet by the mere thought of Fiero, knowing how good he felt inside me.
Dammit, definitely not what I need right now.
On the other hand, all I do is ogle the man.
It’s not like I act on my desire. The one and only time I had him was due to a contract.
Nothing personal or intimate about it. The man didn’t even get naked.
Frustration replaces the lust. Great. I feel as if the walls are coming at me. It’s my choice to stay in my room while I’m allowed to roam the property. I haven’t heard a peep about my father or Cillian, so for now it’s safer to stay where Fiero and his men can protect me.
I come to an abrupt stop in the middle of the hallway when I come face-to-face with Fiero. Shit. Why didn’t I wait until he was in his room?
My mind is a scrambled mess, which is abundantly clear when I blurt, “Where are your riding boots?”
He raises one of his eyebrows, letting me know he’s aware of my scrambled mind.
Then he throws out the words, “Where they belong,” as if to imply I’m not where I belong; locked up in my room.
Ugh. He’s such an asshole.
“And I’m not? That’s what you’re implying, right?” I snap.
His eyes narrow slightly. “Your temper is unattractive.”
“My temper is unattractive? To think I was lusting after you,” I grit and snort. “You’re just a cocksucker...”
The air lodges in my throat when his hand is suddenly cutting off my air supply.
“I’m going to stop you right there. I’m a lot of things, little tempest, but I’m the one getting my cock sucked, not the other way around.
” He leans in, towering over me with his imposing body.
“Your hot little mouth was the last one sucking my cock. Much better than when you’re using it to throw words at me. ”
What the brain farts of all shit did this asshole just bottom burp into the world? Does he think he’s complimenting me? I’m so freaking mad I can’t even say one damn word.
His gaze drops to my lips and the words he now tells me come out husky. “I’ve been craving a repeat. Felt good to fuck your hot mouth. Your tight cunt was even better.”
My traitorous body shivers under his touch, his dirty words, reminding me of the things he did. How would sex be like between us when there’s no one else except for the two of us?
I guess there’s only one way to find out, and for once we’re on the same page when he says, “You crave it too, don’t you? Yeah, you do.”
He guides me to his room with his hands still on my throat.
Kicking the door shut, he gives a gentle squeeze before he drops his hand and orders, “Strip, turn around, bend over, and grab your ankles.”
I’m still stuck on the whole, “grab your ankles.” I mean, that’s...talk about exposed. I should probably clean up first to make sure my private parts are squeaky clean.
His hands roughly grip my waist and spin me around. My hands are trying to grip the fabric to keep it in place while he rips it down my body, leaving my ass naked as he shoves me between my shoulder blades.
A squeal rips from me when heat blossoms across my ass due to the sting from the slap he just gave me. Screw it. I showered this morning right before I took my place in front of the window to ogle him.
I grip my ankles and feel one of his hands grip my hip to keep me in place.
The heat of his cock slides through my drenched pussy, ripping a moan from me.
It’s the only warning I get before he shoves himself balls deep in one thrust. There’s no time to adjust to his thick girth when he’s now gripping my waist with both hands to fuck me hard.
“Just like I remembered,” he grunts between thrusts. “Hot. Tight. Slick. Very fucking nice.”
He doesn’t need a reply, right? If he does, he’s shit out of luck because all I can do is hold onto my ankles and let him ride the pleasure our bodies are creating.
His cock is hitting an angle deep inside me, his dirty words, his fingers digging into my waist..
.everything is feeding the lust creating a blissful ball that’s bound to explode any second.
“What about this little hole, Quinn? Ever had a cock breach this tight ring? I liked having your ass plugged the last time we fucked.”
An uncoherent sound falls from my lips when he takes some slickness from our fucking and teases my asshole.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. He’s now pumping his finger in and out of my ass and combined with his cock taking my pussy? It makes me push back at him to demand more. The bliss is overriding my brain, my body, my damn soul when my orgasm hits out of nowhere.
A scream rips from me, the grip on my ankles falters as I close my eyes and feel my knees buckle. I might be having an outer body experience as we crumble to the carpet while Fiero keeps fucking me.
He grips my neck to keep me pinned to the floor while taking everything he wants from my body. Moans fill the air, I’m pretty sure they come from me when I feel another orgasm building.
“Take it. Take what I fucking give you,” he grunts. “I’m gonna fill this tight cunt up with my cum, but next time it’s going up your tight little ass. You hear me, Quinn? I’m gonna coat every hole you have with my cum.”
“Yessssss,” I hoarsely reply and shudder through the pleasure running through my body.
He covers my body and whispers right next to my ear, “Good girl.”
One more deep thrust and he keeps himself rooted. His body tenses as I feel him pulse inside me. My pussy is still clenching, the echoes of my orgasm slowly fading as he abruptly pulls out of me. I slightly turn to see him get to his feet.
He’s still fully dressed as he shoves his cock back into his pants and says without looking at me, “Clean yourself up. We have somewhere to be and I hate being late.”
He walks off into the bathroom without another word.
My body shakes for a different reason, and I quickly reach for my pants.
This was a bigger mistake than getting pregnant.
How can I lust after a man who doesn’t even get naked during sex, let alone kiss?
I need to get out of here, and as far away from him as possible.