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She will never comprehend the importance of that. The fact I’m going to fuck her while her hands are free. That this is me giving her power over me. Something I’ve never, ever, given away willingly before.
“Bleed and break for your husband.”
The sight before me, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen—my blood and hers, on her thighs, on my chest. A fucking masterpiece.
It’s fucked up. All of this. But so are we. And I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
“You’re not used to being looked after,” he says softly, not as a question. I shake my head, eyes glassy. “No one ever has.”
“I wanted to shake you. Ruin you. But only if I could put you back together after.”
Finn Quinn is many things. Disturbed, dominant, and terrifying in his control. But this? This quiet devotion? It’s the most dangerous part of him.
“Are you high?” He takes a deep breath. “High on you perhaps.”
it. A thick black band inked across his wedding finger, with a delicate ‘S’ in the middle. “Please tell me that isn’t what I think it is?” He nods. “Permanent as fuck, baby. Would you like a matching one?”
“Because somehow, I wanted to show you how serious I am about this marriage. That it isn’t a game. That you fuckin’ own me, love. There’s only one way you’re getting your last name back, and that’s by becoming a widow.”
“You are in-fucking-sane, Finn.” He grins wickedly. “People keep saying this to me.”
How do I explain to a fucking neurologist that I need my brain scanned because I’m too obsessed with my wife?
“Can you email me those images?” I ask, pointing at the screen. “Uh. Sure.” A smile tugs at my lips. Perhaps I’ll put it in a card on our wedding anniversary for her. Or give them to her the next time she tries to divorce me.
Shit. There’s that pain in my chest again. Just thinking about her drives me crazy. That fuzzy feeling in my head. Her. She is my symptom. My cause. The only fucking drug that will fix me.
“I feel like we’re animals in a zoo being viewed. Say something,”
“Vegas. A few weeks ago. We were slightly drunk, yes. But now she’s come to her senses and stopped begging me to annul it.”
I need to start tracking her cycle. Because I want that.
“Since when do you fall in love? You didn’t like her five minutes ago; now you’re married? Looking at her like you’re about to drop to your knees for her.” Conan barks a laugh. “Why’d you say that like it’s a bad thing? Fuck, I get on my knees for Hallie most nights if she calls me a good boy.”
“Everyone’s got their own kink,” I mutter. I’m not sure my brother needs to know I have to bleed just to feel anything.
“And I’m not sure a brotherly fistfight’s the right move at a baby shower.”
“You holding Liam is doing things to me it really shouldn’t,” he murmurs. My cheeks flush. “Oh yeah?” He drags his lips across my cheek. “I think it’s time I showed you another kink of mine that I’ve just suddenly decided I have.”
“I am crazy, Stephanie. You’ve told me that for years. Turns out you’re crazy like me,”
“Love and hate can walk the same line, I suppose.” “There was never any hate, was there?”
“You drive me insane, wife. Do you honestly think I have the time or patience to entertain anyone else?”
“You’re the only woman who’s ever had her hands on me like this. The only one who’s felt me fill her and drip down her thighs. The only one who makes my heart skip a beat. And you’re about to be the only woman I’ve ever let touch me back—look me in the eyes—as we both break for each other. So no, temptress. You’re the only one who gets this side of me. Understand how rare that is.”
“I understand, sir,” I whisper. His body vibrates against mine. “Fuck, we gotta go.”
“Now, I need to feed you before I feed on you,”
“What kind of food do you like? Other than my pussy?”
“What have I told you about calling me that?” “But you are rich,” I tease. “Very. Obscenely. And it means nothing to me.”
“Things you do to survive aren’t mistakes. Our pasts make us. They can ruin us if we let them.”
“You said burgers,” I remind her, leaning my forearms on the table. She bites her bottom lip. “That was before you got me worked up in the parking lot. Now all I can think about is you bending me over this table.”
“You look beautiful like this,” I murmur. “Trying so hard to be good for me. But, you’re being very, very naughty letting me do this in public.”
She drops her burger onto her plate and glares at me like she’s ready to climb on me and ruin me. I’d let her.
“Less distractions. Just us. I’ll still cut you. Spank you raw. Fuck you until you pass out. But I want to try it gently, too.”
“You’re cruel,” she whispers. “Only because I want to watch you squirm until we get home. Then, Mrs. Quinn, you’ll learn what cruel really means.”
“There isn’t a single soul more special than yours, temptress.”
“I’ve never had sex where the woman hasn’t been restrained. I’ve never had them facing me, looking into my soul. I’ve never trusted anyone to give even the smallest piece of me to them. There is no other word for my past encounters than simply “a fuck”. But you’re different. I want to change that, for you.”
“You can trust me, Finn. I won’t hurt you. I’m yours.” He blinks at me and grins. “All mine?”
“You’re dangerous like this,” I whisper. He smirks faintly. “Not half as dangerous as you.”
“Just you.” Those two words settle deep inside me.
She looked me dead in the eyes and sucked the soul out of me.
“Are you paying me, sir? I don’t dance for free,” she purrs. That tightens something in my ribs. Her dancing for other men. Fuck. No. Mine. I grip her throat. “You only ever dance for me now, wife,” I growl.
“Now…” I lean in, my lips grazing her ear. “How about you test out that leg rest you’ve been eyeing up?”
I love her unfiltered thoughts, especially when they’re about me.
“We’re making love, baby,” I tell her. “Remember that. But, after—” my mouth brushes hers, “—I can choke you, cut you, and edge you until you scream.”
“You taste like sin,”
“Now,” I say, stepping between her legs, “let’s watch how well my wife takes every inch of me.”
“You’re doing a perfect job, love. You were made for me.”
When he finally pulls out, the loss makes me whimper, but then his fingers are there, catching the slick mess of him inside me. His eyes meet mine as he pushes it all back in with a grin. “You keep it,” he says softly, almost like a vow.
“You pregnant with my child would send me over the brink to insanity.”
