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North

There was a pregnancy test in her bathroom trash can. It wasn’t even positive. It was just there—unused, unopened—but the fact that she had even bought it meant she had thought about it. About me.

About the way I came inside her over and over again, filling her so full of my cum that it was impossible not to wonder if she was carrying my baby.

And instead of facing it—facing me—she was hiding away from me. Just like she always did.

I stared at the little pink box I’d put on the counter, my jaw so tight I thought my teeth would crack. My blood ran hot, every nerve in my body vibrating with a need so overwhelming it made me dizzy. She thought she could get away from me. That she could pretend I didn’t own every part of her.

That she could pretend last time didn’t happen.

No fucking way.

I moved on instinct, pushing open her bedroom door and stalking toward the bed, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest as she slept. My Quinn. My stubborn, infuriating, beautiful Quinn.

She looked so fucking soft like this. Defenseless. Exposed.

I had never wanted her more.

I bent down, brushing my lips against the shell of her ear, my voice dark and low. “Did you miss me, baby?”

She stirred, her body tensing at the sound of my voice, at the feel of my breath on her skin. Her eyelashes fluttered, her lips parting slightly as she shifted under the covers. I couldn’t resist kissing her, slipping my tongue between her lips until I could taste her again.

But then her body went rigid, and she pushed me away, so eager to start a fight when we hadn’t even made up yet. I let her at first, ignoring her accusing question. Where else would I be, if not with her?

“North?” she snapped again, and I winked at her, ignoring her sigh.

“North.” Her voice was clipped as she repeated her question from earlier. “What are you doing here?”

I smirked, pushing her back into the bed as I closed the distance between us and put my weight on my forearms. I dragged the tip of my nose down the column of her throat, inhaling her scent. “I couldn’t stay away.”

Her breath hitched, but she tried to push me back. I caught her wrist easily, pinning it down onto the mattress.

“I missed you, Quinn. I fucking missed you.”

She glared at me, her expression hard despite the way her pulse betrayed her. “You don’t get to say that. You don’t get to follow me here and pretend that fixes anything.”

I hummed, letting my free hand slip beneath the covers, down the curve of her waist. She shuddered. “It doesn’t fix anything,” I murmured, pressing my lips against her collarbone. “But it doesn’t change anything either.”

Her laugh was bitter, but her body betrayed her, arching into my touch before she caught herself. “After everything you’ve done, you think I’m just going to forgive you because you showed up and said some pretty words?”

“No,” I said simply, brushing my lips over hers, just enough for her to feel it. “I never expected that.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but I didn’t let her.

I kissed her instead.

It wasn’t soft or coaxing—it was raw, demanding, filled with every dark, twisted thing inside me that needed to own her. She gasped against my mouth, her hands shoving at my chest, but I didn’t let her go.

Instead, I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as I pressed my body flush against hers. My baby girl slept in a nightgown, and it was so fucking easy to pull it off and leave her naked skin open to my eyesight.

“You miss me, baby?” I whispered against her lips, grinding my hips into her slowly, deliberately. “Miss the way I stretched this pretty little cunt open and filled it up?”

Her breath hitched, a strangled sound escaping her throat as she tried to twist away. “Fuck you.”

I smirked, dragging my teeth over her jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin. “You already did, sweetheart.”

She let out a frustrated noise, trying to kick me off, but I caught her leg, forcing her open. My fingers traced her pretty lips, slipping in between her folds to confirm what I already knew.

She was fucking soaked.

“Liar,” I murmured, slipping my fingers through her slick folds, teasing her entrance.

She gasped, her whole body jerking at the contact. “North—”

I thrust two fingers inside her without warning, swallowing her moan with my lips. She clenched around me instantly, her hips bucking, her thighs tightening around my waist.

“That’s it,” I growled against her skin, curling my fingers to hit that spot that made her breath hitch. “You can pretend all you want, but this greedy little pussy knows who it belongs to.”

She shook her head, even as her body rocked against my hand. “I hate you.”

I laughed, dark and low. “Say it all you want, baby girl, but your cunt tells the truth.”

I pulled my fingers out of her slowly, watching as her arousal coated my skin in the dim light. Then I lifted them to her mouth.

“Open.”

She glared at me, her breathing ragged. I raised a brow, pressing my fingers against her lips. “Come on, pretty girl. Taste how much you fucking need me.”

A shudder wracked through her, and then, slowly, she parted her lips, letting me slip my fingers inside. Her tongue swirled around them, her teeth grazing my skin, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my cock throbbing against her thigh.

I didn’t wait for another second. I shoved her legs apart and yanked my sweats low enough to free my length. Then I gripped her hips tight as I lined myself up with her dripping entrance, and I thrust inside her in one hard, brutal stroke, stretching her open as she cried out beneath me.

“That’s right,” I growled, slamming my hips into hers over and over, forcing her to take all of me. “You can pretend you don’t want this, but your body knows who fucking owns it.”

Her nails raked down my back, her legs wrapping around my waist as she met every thrust with desperate, reckless need.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

I grinned against her throat. “It means everything.”

I shifted my angle, hitting deeper, harder, making her breath stutter. “Admit it, baby. Admit you missed me.”

She shook her head stubbornly, biting her lip to keep from making a sound.

I slowed my movements, dragging my cock out of her inch by inch before slamming back in, making her cry out.

“Say it,” I ordered, my hand wrapping around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes glaze over. “Say you missed me.”

She let out a strangled gasp, her body tightening, her walls quivering around me. “I—”

I rolled my hips, pressing my forehead against hers. “Come on, baby. Be a good girl for me.”

Her lips parted, her breath shuddering as her whole body tensed beneath me.

“I missed you,” she choked out, her voice breaking as she shattered around me.

“That’s my girl. Now tell me you’re my pretty little slut.”

“What?” she yelped, suddenly furious. I grinned, baring my teeth as I lowered my face to her neck and licked and bit.

“Tell me you’re my pretty little slut, rabbit.”

“Fuck you, you asshole!”

My groan was thick as I did exactly that, working my aching cock in and out of her.