He immediately looks up, setting his pained eyes on mine. “I’d do anything for her.”
And I nod.
We wouldn’t just give her the world. We’d give her the skin off our bones.
Anything for Quinn.
Pulling the black mask down over my face, I take the lead down the pitch-black hallway, the only source of light coming from the Christmas tree and fireplace. Catching a glimpse of a figure from the corner of my eye, I come to realize it’s just my shadow reflecting on the wall.
“Come out, come out, little Quinn,” I quietly taunt.
Micah strides out of the bedroom and shakes his head.
“You can’t hide from us forever,” Jensen sneers, disappearing through the doorway of the guest bedroom.
The wind howls through the chimney, sending the tall flames into a frenzy, and the strands of lights on the tree begin to flicker.
Micah nudges me with his elbow, gesturing with a slight nod over to the couch. We slowly creep our way toward her, the small shadow on the wall giving her away. Until, suddenly, there’s a loud creak from the floor with my next step forward.
She rushes to her feet, pushing off the wall with force allowing her a head start. We chase after her through the dark house, and just as we turn a sharp corner, I catch her wrist.
Trying desperately to pull herself away, I gain full control, wrapping my arms around her petite frame. When suddenly, she backhands me right in the face, before making another run for it down another hall.
Jensen smirks once he takes notice of my bloody lip. “Feisty,” he remarks.
Micah steps beside me. “You good?”
Wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth, I crookedly grin. “Never been better.”
The basement door has been left agape. We slowly descend the stairs, the sound of our footsteps putting the silence to an end.
And there she is, her back and palms pressed firmly to the wall.
“Nowhere else to hide, little Quinn?” I taunt, forcing myself into character. For her.
Anything for her.
“Leave me alone,” she stammers, releasing a shaky breath.
“You fucking hit me,” I laugh, mocking her.
“Did I?”
“You can stop this,” I assure her. “Just use your safe word and it’s over.”
“Don’t fucking pity me,” she snaps, glaring into my eyes as we approach her. “I can handle this, and you know it.”
Stepping forward, I leave her cornered, trapping her to the wall with my arms on both sides of her head. “Well, then,” I breathe, kicking open her legs. “You better put up one hell of a fight.”
There’s a spark within her beautiful green eyes. “What are you waiting for?”
Locking my fingers around her wrists, I lift her arms, pinning her to the wall. Leaning my body into her, she begins to struggle, almost breaking out of my grasp. Tossing her over my shoulder, she kicks her legs and flails her arms, before I place her onto the pool table.
Jensen and Micah hold her down by her arms while I settle my waist between her legs. She fights us hard, giving every ounce of strength she can muster.
Yet, she gets nowhere.
“Let me go,” she shouts, writhing her arms, trying to break free.
“Not a chance,” I say, removing her pajama bottoms and letting them fall to the floor. Arching an eyebrow, I let out a low rumble of a laugh. “No panties.” Spreading her thighs with my hands, I drown in the sight of her pink, glistening pussy, wanting nothing more than to fucking devour her. “You want me to taste this sweet little cunt, don’t you?”