My head becomes light. My toes begin to curl, and my body trembles. My inner walls suck at his cock with each thrust, and before I know it, I’m already there.
Meeting my hips with his, my back arches, and my mouth falls open. My quiet cries fill the room as he rests his face in the crook of my neck.
“Quinn,” he breathes against my skin, tightening his hold on me.
“Come with me, Micah,” I beg.
And in perfect timing, we both come together.
CHAPTER 10
DAMIEN
My phone continues to vibrate in my jacket pocket. Again, and again, despite how many times I’ve made it clear I don’t intend to answer. In this moment, all I see is red. My blood boils in my veins, and all my senses are heightened.
So much fucking anger.
I need to find my release.
And I need it, now.
According to how closely I’ve been watching him, studying his every move, I know it’s almost time for his smoke. Leaning against the doorway, I observe how uncomfortable the woman he’s with is. Her body language screams it.
Yet, this prick just won’t take no for an answer.
Clenching my jaw tight, my teeth are on the verge of shattering. My breathing hitches at the thought of him hurting Quinn. The moment images of the two of them begin to flood through my mind, I slam my hand against the doorway, startling several people beside me.
They scurry away, shooting me alarmed stares in the process.
He heads toward the front entryway, and I slowly creep behind him. Stalking my prey. Ready for revenge. Pushing open the door, he drunkenly stumbles out into the night.
Unfortunately for him, nobody else is anywhere in sight.
He lights up his cigarette, making his way toward the parked cars while I follow closely behind him. At first, I lurk in the shadows, until I intentionally step out beneath the light. Tripping over his own feet, he spins around, catching his fall by grabbing onto the hood of a car.
“Fuck,” he slurs, and suddenly, he looks my way. “Oh, hey, man. Didn’t see you there.”
“No worries,” I bite out, not taking my eyes off him.
“You want a smoke?” he asks, gesturing to the cigarettes in his jacket.
Shaking my head, I step forward, closing in on him. “I’m good,” I smoothly press, the unexpected vibrating of my cell phone catching me off guard.
“You been here before?” he casually asks.
“First time.”
“Bet,” he mumbles, taking a swig of his beer.
The eerie silence between us confuses him. That is clear. I don’t know how much longer I can hold off before ending his life. Although, as much as I’d like to kill him right here, I can’t be reckless. I need to stick to the plan.
“You good, bro?” he cautiously asks, stepping back.
And I step forward. “Honestly?” I ask, high beams flashing on and off in the near distance. “Not even fucking close,” I spit out, shoving him hard, his back slamming against a car with a loud thud. “But I will be.” Winding back my arm, my fist collides with his nose, dropping him to the ground with one blow. Standing over him, I kick him in the face, ensuring he’s knocked out cold. “When your blood is on my hands.”
Jensen comes to a screeching halt beside us, jumping out of the Jeep like a mad man, stomping toward us. We quickly scan the area to ensure we haven’t been seen.
“Grab his legs,” he says, opening the back door. “Let’s fucking do this.”