Page 15

Quinn

The room was dim, the warm glow of a bedside lamp casting shadows along the walls, but it did nothing to mask the raw hunger in North’s eyes.

Whining moans left my mouth and tears pressed against my eyes.

He’s so fucking deep. My back hit the bed on every thrust, and the sheets were cool against my flushed skin, my breath coming fast and uneven.

His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing, tongue soothing, lips murmuring words that sent electric currents down my spine. “You like this, don’t you?” he growled against my skin, his hands roaming, taking, claiming. “Being my pretty little slut?”

My stomach twisted, heat pooling low, shame curling around my ribs like a vice. I shouldn’t like the way he was talking to me, but I did.

A sound escaped me, somewhere between a gasp and a moan, and North chuckled, low and knowing. “That’s what I thought.” His voice was thick, laced with arrogance and anger. It felt so out of place as he drove his cock deeper, pulling my hips up until he hit that spot that made my breath hitch.

“God, yes!” I chanted, my toes curling. “Yes, North!”

Right there, I just needed him right there.

“Here?” he purred, pushing his weight against me, one hand pulling a leg up higher until the penetration was that much deeper.

“Fuck,” I hissed, arching my back. There was something about him being half-clothed and desperate that really made it all that much better. His zipper brushed my bare skin, and I heard how slick I was over the sound of slapping skin.

“North,” I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut as he ripped my dress just to pull my breasts free so he could suck on my nipples. His hips didn’t slow, and the combined sensations made me breathless. I barely noticed when he grabbed his phone, placing it somewhere near my head. The click of it against the wood of the nightstand barely registered as he lifted my hips higher, spreading me wider, burying himself deeper.

“Tell me, Quinn,” he rasped, his grip tightening. “Tell me you’re my pretty little slut. Tell me you’ll do anything for a thick cock.”

My mind spun, caught in the whirlwind of sensation and humiliation. My body softened for him, arching into him, chasing something I couldn’t name. The shame burned, hot and suffocating, but the pleasure drowned it out, tangled it into something unrecognizable.

“I—” My voice caught, weak, unsure. He thrust harder, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the room, and my resolve crumbled.

“I’m your pretty little slut,” I whispered, the words barely audible, but enough for him.

“Louder,” he demanded, his teeth grazing my jaw. “Say it like you mean it.”

“I’m your pretty little slut,” I gasped, my voice breaking, my body giving in, and my mind slipping into that dangerous place where only his touch mattered.

“That’s right,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine, his breath ragged. “My pretty little slut. And I’m going to fill this perfect pussy, right? Gonna leave you dripping and used because it’s what you deserve.”

The words were filthier than anything he’d ever said to me before, rough and cutting, but instead of recoiling, I shattered around him, my release ripping through me in waves.

“Fucking say it, Quinn,” he snarled, pushing his weight onto me as he kissed my neck.

I moaned, my legs trembling where he’d wrapped them around his hips.

Sharp teeth bit into my ear, tugging it gently, and I squealed.

“That’s it, rabbit. Scream it to the whole world. Tell them you’re my little cum-slut.” He dipped his head against my collarbone and whispered, the words vulgar and obscene, “Tell them, I’m going to breed this pussy. Make my little stepsister have my baby.”

Oh, God!

My nails dug into his back, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I neared the edge again. “Y-yes,” I choked out. “Fill me, North. Please, I need you to fill me.”

This was so fucking wrong, but thank fucking god I was on birth control because I definitely wanted to explore that kink more.

“Fuck,” North groaned, his grip on me bruising as he thrust deep one last time, a sharp, guttural sound tearing from his throat as he emptied himself inside me, grinding against me, forcing me to take every drop as his cock softened.

I moaned, shuddering further at how sensitive I felt.

He pulled away and liquid spilled out of me in the most shameful way, but I ignored it, trying to figure out why his warmth vanishing so suddenly left me cold. The sheets clung to my sweat-damp skin as I blinked up at him, dazed, sated, confused.

“North?” I whispered, my hands dropping to my pussy. We’d left a wet spot on the bed that made my cheeks flame, and I squirmed as I thought about how the hell we were going to clean it. But I quickly became distracted as North picked up his phone and frowned, not even bothering to zip his pants before he headed for the door. “Where are you going?”

His expression changed as he looked at me. The heat in his eyes was gone, replaced by something unreadable, something distant. He adjusted his jeans, fastened his belt, and then—

“Stay here for a minute. I’ll be back.”

My stomach twisted. “Stay here?”

He didn’t answer, didn’t even look at me as he walked out, the door clicking shut behind him.

I sat up slowly, my legs shaky, my body aching. Something felt… off. North had never been soft with me, never gentle, but there had always been something underneath his roughness—something real.

Not tonight.

A pit formed in my stomach as I reached for the sleeves of my dress, slipping them back on with trembling fingers. It was ripped, and there was a mirror nearby that only emphasized how roughly I’d been fucked. I looked used, with messy hair and lips swollen from his kisses. Nothing I did to fix it hid anything.

The minutes stretched, each one thick with unease, and the more I sat there alone, the more the doubt crept in.

I couldn’t stay here. I needed to find him.

Pushing to my feet, I opened the door and stepped into the hallway. The music from the party was louder now, laughter and voices blending into a dull roar. I followed the sound, my heart pounding harder with every step, and then I froze, my pulse hammering in my ears.

At first, it was muffled, indistinct. But as I got closer, the sound became unmistakable. Familiar.

“Fill me, North. Please, I need you to fill me.”

The words—my words—rang out through the room, followed by an eruption of laughter. My breath caught, my vision blurring as I stumbled forward.

No.

No, no, no.

I stepped into the living room, my heart slamming against my ribs. The TV screen was bright, displaying a grainy, shaky video. The angle wasn’t clear, but the sound was unmistakable.

Me.

My voice.

Another voice mimicked mine, exaggerated and mocking. “I’m your pretty little slut, North! Please, use me, ruin me—”

More laughter. More jeers.

The world tilted, the floor dropping out from under me as the room spun. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.

This can’t be happening.

Someone whistled. “Damn, North, you really trained that one fast.”

“She sounds desperate as fuck. Bet she’d let anyone fill her up.”

“Is she gonna cry?”

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. The betrayal sank deep, cold, and absolute, numbing everything but the raw, searing pain ripping through my chest.

North did this.

He set me up.

He used me.

The laughter continued, sharp and cruel, but I didn’t hear it anymore. I was already moving, pushing through the crowd, shoving past their leering faces, my vision blurred by hot, burning tears.

I didn’t look for North. I didn’t want to see him. Didn’t want to hear whatever excuse or lie he’d try to give me.

I just needed to get the fuck out.

A hand caught my arm as I reached the door. “Quinn, wait,” Summer’s voice was urgent, her grip tight. “Let me drive you home.”

I barely registered nodding, and barely felt myself being led to the car. The ride was silent, the air thick with something I couldn’t name. My chest ached, every breath sharp and painful. Summer’s face was blank every time I looked at her.

We pulled up to the house, and my stomach twisted. “Did you know-?” I couldn’t even finish my sentence, but I didn’t have to because Summer’s face twisted with guilt as she turned to face me.

“You knew, didn’t you?” My voice trembled, my hands clenched into fists.

Summer’s face paled. “Quinn, I—”

“You knew, and you didn’t stop it,” I choked out, tears burning hot pouring down my cheeks. “You let them—” My voice broke, raw and shredded.

“Quinn, please, I didn’t think—”

“Don’t,” I cut her off, shoving the door open. “Just don’t.”

I slammed it shut behind me, my feet unsteady as I stumbled toward the house. How? Why? So many questions flooded my mind, and I couldn’t find an answer to any of them.

Sobs hurt my stomach as I pulled open the front door and slammed it behind me. I wasn’t expecting to bump into someone. The house was empty save for North and me, Mom and Mark were away, but I forgot about the others.

About Liam, and Evie. North’s brother and sister. My step-siblings.

I collided with someone, my breath wooshing out of me as I landed on my ass, a fucked up mess in a fucked up house. And just a few feet away from me was her, Evie. The girl who Mom practically fawned over.

Perfect, perfect Evie with her perfect grades and perfect sleek brown hair.

“Dude, what the fu-” Evie stopped, taking one look at my face, and her entire expression changed. “Quinn? What the hell happened to you?”

“I—I… ” I stammered, confused by the change. Not expecting someone who wanted to know after everything that North and his friends had done.

“Tell me what happened,” she demanded, crouching next to me. “Are you alright? Speak to me, Quinn.”

I couldn’t. I could barely breathe.

“I—I…” My voice wavered, my throat closing up. My chest felt like it was going to cave in. The only word I could manage was the name of the person who ruined me. “North.”