Page 38 of Intense (Beneath The Blaze #3)

FINN

I dust off my shirt and close the distance between us.

“You can’t just go around attacking people in public places, Dr. Quinn. It’s very unprofessional. Imagine if I told the board.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing up those full breasts I’m dying to bite. One final step and she’s backed into the wall. I press my hand just above her head, inhaling the faint scent of sweat and sweetness clinging to her skin.

I came here on a whim. She didn’t speak to me at work, and I had a sneaky suspicion she’d run here after her shift. I think this place is a relief of some sort for her.

“Go ahead,” I murmur. “I’ll follow up with my own report, temptress. I’m sure they’d love to hear about your extracurriculars. Cardiac surgeon by day, stripper by night.”

She inhales sharply.

Too easy.

I tuck a stray strand of her wig behind her ear. “Nothing to say, love?”

Seeing her dance for another man nearly shattered my restraint. I hated it. Hated how much I wanted to rip him away from her. I grab her left hand and find it bare. No ring. Again.

“Keep going out without them, and I’ll tattoo them on you,” I mutter.

Her eyes narrow into slits. “Don’t be a creep. This wedding thing—it isn’t real.”

She tips her chin up, all defiant. But all it does is bring her closer. Lips nearly brushing. Tempting. So fucking tempting. I know she’s still aching for me. Still throbbing from what I didn’t finish.

“It is very fucking real, love. Now, I suggest you go straight to Paulie and hand in your resignation. Because my wife doesn’t strip. And as your boss, I need you sharp on shift.”

That last part isn’t the truth. She’s flawless at her job. But I don’t care. I just don’t want any other man seeing what’s mine.

I drag my fingers along her tattoo. Maybe it’s time she met Nyx. I wonder how she’d react.

“You think I’d quit just for you? You have no power over me.”

I nod, breathing in as her hands press against my chest. I brace for recoil. For disgust. But it doesn’t come. Her touch calms something in me, and that’s what makes it dangerous.

I grab her wrists and lift them above her head, pinning them to the wall.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. You’d be surprised how freeing it is to submit to me. The places I could take you... the things I could make you feel. You give me control, and I’ll give you the world. You’ve already had a little taste.”

I tsk, nudging her thighs apart with my own. Her breath stutters. Her chest rises and falls like she’s already begging.

“But you’re too damn stubborn to see it now, aren’t you?”

She licks her lips, and I nearly groan.

“It would be terrible,” she breathes.

I dip closer. She tilts her neck for me, and I drag my tongue along her throat.

“So terrible,” I whisper, my free hand roaming over her curves.

She parts her legs wider as I hover my mouth over hers. But I don’t kiss her. I let the tension simmer.

My hand stops at her panties.

“If I find out you’re wet right now, I’ll know you’re lying. And I don’t like liars. One chance, temptress; would it really be so bad to submit to me?”

I pull back slightly, watching. Her pupils dilate. Her lips part.

I slide my fingers beneath the lace. She gasps.

“Fine,” she huffs. “I don’t think it would be bad. I know it wouldn’t.”

I grin, cupping her, circling her clit, already soaked.

“Fuck, temptress.”

I press one finger into her. “Are you going to be a good girl and quit working here?”

“I—I... fuck. Finn. More.”

I growl. “You are not in control. Answer, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“I already quit. This is my last night. But I need to make five thousand for Paulie before close.”

I thrust three fingers deep. Her moan breaks in the back of her throat.

“Done. I’ll get it for you. Consider this your resignation bonus.”

She squeezes her eyes shut. I curl my fingers inside her, stroking her G-spot until my palm is drenched.

“We could have so much fucking fun, Stephanie. If you’d just stop pretending.”

Her eyes snap open.

“This isn’t anything,” she mutters, but even she doesn’t believe it.

I keep going. “Really?”

She moans louder.

“Nothing?” I press, setting a merciless pace.

It’s almost amusing how her brain is telling her one thing, yet her body is completely deceiving her. Her body is mine.

“I want to hear you moaning my name. Scream it, and I’ll let you come. Right here. In this parking lot. Like the filthy little slut you are.”

Her hips rock against my hand. I press my thumb to her clit.

“Finn—”

It slices through me. Her voice. My name.

“Louder.”

She trembles, panting, fists clenching like she wants to break free, maybe to run, maybe to stay forever.

“Finn, Finn, Finn—oh my?—”

She shouts it as she unravels, and I crash my mouth over hers, swallowing her cries as she comes, her entire body shaking against mine.

Only I get to own the cries of my wife as she comes. Mine.

“Not too bad, right?” I ask, pulling back, loosening my grip on her wrists but keeping my fingers buried in her.

She smirks. “Pretty good, I suppose.”

I nod. Slowly, I slide my hand out, then grab her jaw and shove my fingers into her mouth until she gags.

“Clean them. Taste how much you hate being my wife.”

She bites, but not hard enough. Pain only makes me harder for her. There’s nothing I want more than for her to draw blood from me.

She sucks until I pull away. I reach into my pocket and pull out a wad of cash.

“Here. Freedom’s yours. Well earned.”

She rolls her eyes and reaches for it. I yank it back and wrap my hand around her throat.

“Say thank you, Finn.”

Her nostrils flare.

“Say it.”

“Thank you, husband.” She smiles through her teeth.

“Good girl.”

I press the money to her chest and step back. She just stands there, not moving.

“I’ll see you later.”

She blinks like a deer in headlights.

“Cool. Bye.” She rushes out her words.

She shoves past me, hips swaying like a goddamn challenge. I watch her disappear back into the club.

She has no idea I’ll be waiting.

I let her think she’s in control now. Let her believe this was her choice.

She’ll learn soon enough what belonging to me really means.

But first, I’ve got to check on the twins and Drago.

And hope to hell one of them didn’t light the place on fire in the twenty minutes I’ve been gone.