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Quinn

The walk back to the house was quiet, but every step felt like a test. North stayed a few paces ahead, his posture relaxed, his hands stuffed casually in his pockets. He didn’t look back at me, but I could feel him—his presence, his awareness, the way he seemed to own the space around him. My skin prickled under the weight of it.

When we reached the door, he opened it without a word, stepping aside just enough for me to enter. My heart raced as I passed him, the subtle brush of his arm against mine sending a jolt through my body. I wasn’t sure where we were going, or if this was where we’d split up.

He didn’t do or say anything, whistling to himself as he walked up the stairs leading to our bedrooms.

I followed.

My thoughts spiraled with each step I took. What were we even doing right now? What would our parents think if they came home tonight and found out? I didn’t know what else to do, and my heart was racing the entire time, but I followed him into his room.

The reward was that smirk that curled on his lips, the one that taunted me, and promised I’d do anything just to taste them again.

I wasn’t so sure I could disagree.

Then the door clicked shut behind us, sealing us inside his world, and I wasn’t sure I could breathe.

“You’re dripping everywhere,” he said, his tone flat but with a trace of amusement that sent a jolt through me. He sounded like he had before, always amused at something I’d done, even when it embarrassed me.

I glanced down at myself, my mind racing. Despite the fact that we’d been skinny dipping, my clothes were soaked from the lake, clinging to my skin in ways that made me hyper-aware of my body. My cheeks flushed, and I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to cover myself.

North’s gaze flicked over me, slow and deliberate, his lips curling into the faintest smirk. “You’re gonna catch a cold like that.” He moved to a dresser, pulling out a plain black T-shirt, and held it out to me. “Strip and put this on.”

I hesitated, my fingers twitching as I reached for it. I wasn’t sure if I should do it here, or in the bathroom, and his smirk grew like he knew what I was thinking about.

“I should go to the bathroom,” I whispered, my thoughts on his cock and the cum dripping down my legs.

“You know the way,” he purred. His voice was low and steady, but there was something in his eyes that made my stomach flip. Something dangerous.

I slipped away quickly, clutching the shirt to my chest. Then I leaned against the door for a moment, trying to calm the storm inside me. My reflection in the mirror looked wild, my hair wet and tangled, my cheeks flushed. I looked like a girl caught doing something she shouldn’t—and that was far truer than I should ever admit.

I’d slept with my step-brother.

Not all the way, but enough to know that if it got out, I wouldn’t be able to blame my father for the town hating me. In fact, it would probably be enough for everyone to forget about his murder allegation.

The shirt was soft, too big for me, and when I pulled it on, it hung low enough to cover just the tops of my thighs. The faint scent of him clung to the fabric, something warm and masculine that made my head spin. I shoved my damp clothes into a corner, smoothing the shirt over my body before stepping back into his room.

I still wasn’t sure if I should or not, but what the hell? Go big or go home.

North was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He looked up as I entered, his stare locking on me immediately. His eyes darkened, his lips twitching into a slow, knowing smirk that made my knees weak.

“Looks better on you than it does on me,” he said, his voice teasing, but there was an edge to it that made my heart race.

I glanced down, suddenly self-conscious. “It’s… big.”

“Yeah, it is.” His eyes dragged down my legs, lingering on the bare skin beneath the hem of the shirt. “Come here.”

I swallowed hard, my feet moving before my brain could catch up. I perched on the edge of the bed, leaving a safe distance between us, but it didn’t feel safe at all. His presence was overwhelming, pulling me in like gravity.

“You’re nervous,” he said, his voice low, almost amused. What was it with this man and making fun of me?

“No, I’m not,” I lied, my fingers twisting nervously in my lap.

He chuckled, the sound deep and rough. “You’re a terrible liar, rabbit, but don’t worry, we’re only going to sleep tonight.” I shouldn’t have been so disappointed to hear that.

I glared at him, but the heat in my cheeks betrayed me. “Stop calling me that.”

“Why? It suits you.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping. “Skittish. Soft. Always looking like you’re about to bolt.”

“Maybe I should,” I shot back, but my voice lacked conviction.

“You won’t,” he said simply, his gaze locking on mine. “You’re too curious.”

He pulled himself up and patted the spot beside him, and I followed without hesitation, curling into a ball on my side.

I wasn’t expecting him to put his arm around me, nor did I think he’d pull me closer. But he did, after switching off the lamp beside him. After everything that we’d done, I wasn’t expecting to fall asleep as quickly as I did—but, I did.

***

I woke slowly, warmth curling around me, my body heavy and molten. It took me a heartbeat to realize why why every nerve hummed with awareness, why my breath caught in my throat before I could take another. I wasn’t just lying next to him. I was on him.

My thighs straddled his hips, my chest flush against the firm plane of his, and I was moving—rocking, rolling against the iron-hard length pressing against me. My body acted on its own, chasing something instinctual, primal.

A low, guttural groan rumbled through his chest, dragging my gaze to his. His eyes were dark and heavy-lidded, and his lips parted as he looked up at me like he was starved.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a better wake-up call, rabbit,” he rasped, his voice thick and gravelly, laced with sleep and raw desire. His hands slid up my thighs, fingers digging into my skin, holding me firmly in place as I tried to stop.

“T-This isn’t—”

“Don’t you dare stop,” he interrupted, his tone a dangerous mix of teasing and commanding. “I can feel how wet you are, Quinn. Don’t lie to me.”

Heat flooded my cheeks, shame and want twisting together as I stammered, “I wasn’t trying to—”

“Shh.” His hands tightened on my hips, his control slipping as he moved me again, dragging my slick heat over the solid length of him. The sensation tore a soft moan from me, and his grip became unrelenting.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and guttural, like he was savoring every sound I made. “Take what you need, baby. Don’t hold back.”

My body betrayed me, hips rolling instinctively as pleasure sparked and built with every pass of him against me. It was dizzying, suffocating, impossible to resist. His hands roamed possessively over my thighs, my waist, and my back like he was laying claim to every inch of me.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice thick, his tone dark and dangerous. “You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t answer, my breaths coming in shallow, ragged gasps as the pleasure grew unbearable. My hands clung to his shoulders for balance, nails digging into his skin. His hips bucked beneath me, the friction sending jolts of sensation that had me crying out, my head tipping back.

“Good girl,” he growled, his words reverberating through me like a command. “That’s my good girl. Spread that pussy over me, baby. Let me feel how bad you need it.”

Shame and arousal burned through me in equal measure, the sensations heightened by how raw and exposed I felt. The heat of his cock slid between my folds, nothing between us but the damp slide of my slickness against him.

The ache in my core intensified, a gnawing, all-consuming need that had me moving faster, grinding harder. His gaze burned into me, his jaw clenched tight, his chest rising and falling with every heavy breath.

“You’re fucking perfect like this,” he murmured, voice rough and strained. “You’ve got no idea how good you look. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

Then his tip caught on my entrance, slick and unyielding, and my hips jerked.

The sharp intake of his breath, the way his hands flexed and gripped harder, should’ve warned me—but I didn’t have time to process it before he shifted his hips upward.

I froze as he slipped inside, my breath hitching in a sharp gasp.

“Relax, rabbit,” he whispered, his tone softening as his thumb traced slow, reassuring circles on my skin. “Don’t tense up. I’ve got you.”

My heart raced, my body trembling as I nodded, but it wasn’t enough. My voice was barely a whisper. “I’ve never…”

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, his jaw tight, his eyes screwed shut for a moment. “You’ve never done this before?”

I shook my head, feeling both embarrassed and terrified.

“Shit,” he said, his hands shaking as they slid up my thighs. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Quinn. But I’ll take care of you. Always.”

Before I could respond, he leaned in, capturing my mouth with his. His kiss was slow, deliberate, coaxing, and as his tongue slid against mine, his hands rocked my hips downward, inching him deeper inside me.

I gasped against his lips, a whimper escaping as pain mixed with pleasure, sharp and all-encompassing.

“It’ll hurt,” he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. “But just for a little while. Let me make it good for you.”

And then he thrust deeper, one slow, deliberate stroke that had me crying out, my nails digging into his chest.

The stretch was overwhelming, the pressure maddening and I couldn’t stop the sob that tore from me. “North…”

“Just a little more,” he rasped, his voice guttural, strained. “Spread those legs for me, rabbit. Take me. You can do it.”

I obeyed, the pain easing just enough for heat to bloom in its place. It was too much and not enough, every nerve in my body alight and aching for more.

His hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I moved experimentally, the friction pulling a strangled groan from him. His shallow thrusts met my tentative movements, each one sending shocks of sensation through me that built and coiled tighter in my stomach.

“Fuck, Quinn,” he growled, his voice raw. “You’re so fucking tight, so perfect. Keep going, baby. Don’t stop now.”

His control snapped then, his movements becoming rougher, hungrier, as he thrust deeper, harder. Moans were ripped from my mouth.

My body trembled, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all—the way he consumed me, owned me. I clung to him, my mind unraveling as the tension inside me reached a fever pitch.

The harsh rhythm, the possessive grip of his hands, the way his cock filled me so completely—it all built to a crescendo I couldn’t stop. It was raw and brutal, and as the climax crashed over me, I screamed his name, my body shattering around him.

North growled, his own release tearing through him as he held me close, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, “That’s my girl.”

My body still trembled in the aftermath, every nerve raw and humming. But North wasn’t done. His hands tightened on my hips, possessive and unyielding, as his movements slowed for just a heartbeat—enough for me to catch my breath before he began again.

“You think I’m stopping there, rabbit?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, vibrating through me. “Not a fucking chance.”

I barely had time to gasp before he drove his hips up hard, forcing a cry from my lips as the force of it sent sparks shooting through me. His thrusts were rough now, unforgiving, and each one drove him deeper, dragging pleasure and pain together in a brutal, unrelenting rhythm.

“North!” I cried, my fingers curling into his shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he snapped, his tone rough as he gritted out the words tensely. “You’ll take everything I give you, Quinn. Every fucking inch.”

He gripped my hips harder, his fingers digging into my skin, and began slamming into me with a force that stole my breath. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard rattling against the wall as he moved me to meet each savage thrust. My body jolted with every movement, and I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, could only hold on as he took me apart.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice breaking with raw need. “You feel that, baby? That’s all me and you. Only I get to break you like this, rabbit. Only me. You fucking got that?” Each thrust drove the words deeper, his hips pistoning against mine as he fucked me harder, faster. The slick, wet sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, filthy and loud, and it only seemed to drive him further into madness.

“Yes,” I moaned, awkwardly rocking my hips to match. It was harder than I thought, but I found a stumbling rhythm that made him grunt and swear.

“Fuck, yes. Roll your hips for me, rabbit. You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his head falling back for a moment before his dark, hungry eyes locked onto mine. “You feel how good you’re milking my cock, rabbit? So desperate for me, aren’t you?”

I whimpered, my body barely able to keep up with his relentless pace. My nails raked down his chest, leaving angry red lines that only seemed to spur him on. He growled low in his throat, his teeth bared as he flipped me onto my stomach in one fluid motion, never slipping out of me.

Before I could adjust, he pinned me beneath him, spreading my thighs wide and forcing himself deeper, harder. My back arched as the new angle sent bolts of pleasure racing through me, the intensity almost unbearable.

“I need to see you,” he rasped, his voice strained and wrecked. “Need to see how wrecked you are for me, baby. Look at me.”

I blinked over my shoulder at him through the haze, tears pooling in my eyes from the overwhelming sensations. His face was a mask of pure need, his jaw tight, his brows drawn together as he fought to hold himself back.

“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me,” he bit out, his movements becoming erratic, brutal. “You’re driving me insane, Quinn. I can’t stop. Don’t want to stop.”

He dropped his forehead to mine, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned. “So tight, so warm, squeezing me like you never want me to leave.”

I cried out as he thrust harder, his pace punishing now, his hips slamming against mine with every brutal stroke. My body responded to him without thought, clenching around him, drawing him deeper as another wave of pleasure began to build.

“Fuck,” he growled, his voice raw and guttural. “You’re gonna make me lose it, baby. I can feel you, so close. Come for me again. Milk my cock. I need it, Quinn. I need to feel you lose yourself for me.”

His words sent me over the edge, and I shattered beneath him, my body locking up as pleasure tore through me, violent and consuming. I screamed his name, my nails digging into his back as I clenched around him, drawing a savage groan from his lips.

“Fucking hell, Quinn,” he snarled, his hands gripping my thighs as he drove into me with reckless abandon, gritting out the words between each brutal drive of his hips. “That’s it. Take it all.”

Thrust.

“Take.”

Thrust.

“Every.”

Thrust.

“Fucking.”

Thrust.

“Inch.”

His thrusts became desperate, and wild, his control snapping completely as he pounded into me. I clung to him, my body trembling, my voice a broken cry as he chased his own release. His hands slid up to cup my face, his lips brushing mine as he growled, “This is my pussy, Quinn. Every part of you is mine. And I’m never letting you go.”

With one final, brutal driving thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, a strangled groan ripping from his throat as he came. His body shuddered above mine, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he spilled himself completely, cum jetting against my inner walls.

His breath was harsh and uneven, his muscles taut as he rode out the waves of his climax, claiming me in every way possible.

Then, he collapsed onto me, his weight warm and solid, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses to my temple, my jaw, and my neck. “Fucking dangerous,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice low and spent. “You’re fucking dangerous to me.”

The words settled over me, heavy and irrevocable, as his arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly against him. I might’ve been dangerous to him, but I doubt his heart would get broken if anything happened. My own, now that was another question entirely.