Page 93 of Brutal Vows

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. Iwant 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.