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Quinn

Watching a fight between two mobsters destroying the set of my favorite show was not on my bingo card for this year.

But here I am, wrapped in Silver’s arms during the aftermath of a pretty nasty brawl.

How two men beat the living shit out of each other and then talk business like nothing ever happened is beyond me.

Mmph.

Silver grabs me by my ass cheeks and hoists me like I’m weightless. Another passionate kiss comes my way. I taste the hints of fresh blood in his mouth, but I don’t care at all. This is my savior. He defends me from everything and everyone .

That’s the hottest thing anyone has ever done on or off screen. And I’m going to pay him for it.

He sets me down and bends me over one of the chairs so he’s behind me, then takes one of the Chilling Desire murder weapons and holds it against my throat.

My jaw drops again as I turn around to eye him. His eyes are stone cold, which sends a hot shiver down my spine as his finger slides between my closed legs. There’s a whole crew outside—acting stars and all—and they have to wait because of him.

“ Mmph, ” I moan as he holds the knife closer to my throat.

“Did I say you could peep?” he growls low, his smooth beard rubbing against my neck.

I feel a hint of his lips, sending starbursts of pleasure in the spot I anticipate him kissing. His smell is intoxicating… that whisky mahogany swirl. And his aura commands me into obedience. Me . The notorious cop man-eater. I’m putty in his hands.

He bites my shoulder gently, pulling the knife away. “Don’t move.” He teases the dull end of the blade down my back, pretending to threaten me. It’s fun, because I know in a million years, he’d never hurt me. Yet, I’ve seen what he can do.

Farther down he goes. His face is near my ass as his hands grip around the seams of my leggings. He yanks them down.

“ Mmph, ” I moan again against his wishes. The slight burning pain scratching at my ass is a turn on, though not as much as his slithering tongue wetting my thighs as it reaches for the cherry. My second set of lips tingle. It’s exhilarating.

When I back my ass up and spread my legs to give him easier access, he slaps my ass and rushes to his feet—hand around my throat.

“The fuck did I say to you?” he grunts inches from my ear, then reaches for a napkin near one of the cracked plates.

He whips it open then fastens it as a gag around my mouth.

Damn, he’s being rough. The cloth pulls against my back molars as he yanks it tightly.

Am I sick for soaking in pleasure from it? Probably.

He dips his finger into my slit as if gauging my temperature, and every part of me wants to spin around and grab his cock—to stop this charade and make him fuck me. I have power too… I should use it to get what I want.

Yeah.

When he pulls out of me and reaches for another table cloth, I spin to fight his game. I grab straight for his cock over the pants, staring him dead in the eye with this ridiculous gag in my mouth. This is some kind of sick role play, where the innocent woman wants her captor.

He grabs my hand lightning fast and twists me back over the chair. Before I can blink, my wrists are tied behind me and my bare ass is in his face again. What is he— oh God .

His tongue finds its way toward my second hole. “Punishment for being a bad girl,” he growls.

No one has ever gotten close to this—I can’t let him. It’s too weird— mmph.

His tongue swirls around it, giving me sensations I never knew could be had. Then when his tongue retracts, a pinky finds its way in.

“Mmm,” I moan, not sure what I’m trying to say. I’m embarrassed and on the verge of a different sort of orgasm.

“Does she like it?” His pinky goes in a little deeper.

I pause, actually thinking about if I’m comfortable with it. Another finger massaging my clit persuades me, so I nod.

“Too bad.” He pulls everything out at once, and an angry yearning makes me want to seize control again.

“Nmm.” I shake my head, pushing my ass toward him.

“Oh? She wants more?”

I clench my fists behind my back to show him how frustrated I am. It’s like a mounting wave of pleasure just receded deep into the ocean. The tsunami is coming, Silver. Fucking bring it.

He refuses, just teasing his fingers down my back.

“Mm!” I push my ass up.

“You’re a very convincing prisoner, aren’t you?” his voice is low and terrifying, and I want more.

He takes a bite of my ass, hard enough to pinch and make me yelp.

Is it sick I want that finger to move deeper into my second hole while he fucks me? At this point I’ll take him just breathing near it to bring back the wave. Do something!

I stomp my foot in frustration when he pulls away again, and then my eyes widen as my dreams come true.

He enters my wet slit from behind as his pinky finds its way back into my second hole. It’s as if they’re two of him playing with me. God, the fantasy turns so sick in my head. I want him to cum inside me.

When did I become so impulsive?

What’s happening to me?

My breasts rub against the top of the chair as he pumps into me—nipples hardening as they brush against the wood.

When he pulls his finger out of my second hole it feels like something’s missing now, but his massive hands grab around my belly, squeezing the soft until he’s digging into my ribs. I like being held in place. I like it a lot.

There’s so much strength in him, and I… I’m just a powerless nothing experiencing that tsunami I was on about.

I jiggle my hands, telling him to let me free, and he does while that rod of his hits my stomach. Hurrying to pull the gag out of my mouth between moans, I spit the taste of napkin and push him back with one hand—my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I feel every inch of his cock exit me.

Jesus. My heart flutters, but I get a hold of myself and turn around.

“What’s wrong?” he exhales, in heat. “Is someone trying to interrupt us again. I’ll fucking kill them— ”

“No.” I smirk, putting a finger over his lips.

I take a moment to analyze his perfect V lines around his huge cock, then scan up to his model-chiseled face and powerful green eyes.

Feeling safe, epically turned on, and loved… I think I—

“You alright?” He takes a step closer and rubs my chin, then gives me a comforting kiss. “Thought you liked our games.”

“I do,” I say softly. “It’s not that.”

He looks deeply into my eyes, and nods knowingly. “I know. It’s an issue we’re both dealing with.”

“Hm?”

“I love you, Quinn.”

My heart stalls. The pleasure river mixes with a blanket of security.

I kick off my boots and my leggings and jump up into his arms, crossing my ankles around his lower back.

Giving him the biggest kiss I ever gave anyone in my entire life.

It feels right, so I lick his neck next and whisper in his ear, “I love you too, Silver.”

At the confirmation, his hands grip my ass and he slides his giant cock back into me, bracing my walls for expansion.

This time, it feels even better . My chest feels weak as all of my focus pools to my slit. He doesn’t even have to touch my clit—our bodies are rubbing so close together I can press it against him.

I writhe faster, and he grunts louder.

“Fill me up, Silver,” I moan out my darkest thoughts, and it makes him squeeze his arm around me tighter. “Please. I need it.”

And at the proclamation, it comes. He cums. I cum. All is right in the world.