Bloodshed (Order of the Unseen, #1)(41)
Jensen continues thrusting into her mouth while she hums with pleasure. Adrenaline consumes me, rushing through my veins as I add in a second finger, then a third.
Damien continues to drive the hilt into her pussy, grunting with each thrust forward while rubbing his thumb over her clit. I pump my fingers deeper, and her walls grip me tight, holding me hostage.
She fully embraces her orgasm while Damien slows his thrusts. Her pussy clenches around the lubricated handle, and she whimpers loudly. Before I know it, I’m leaning down and taking her clit into my mouth so I can completely devour her.
Glancing up at Quinn and Jensen, my dick throbs painfully.
I withdraw my fingers and slip my thumb into her ass, plugging her hole.
“Fuck,” Jensen groans, running his hands through her messy hair as he pumps into her mouth faster. “Look at you, gagging on my thick cock. Such an eager little whore.”
She arches her back, wiggling her arms as she chokes on his size.
“God damn,” he snarls.
“Gagged, blindfolded, and bound with ropes,” I bite out, watching her body convulse as another orgasm rips through her.
“Fuck,” Damien snaps as his cell phone rings, pulling the grip of his knife out of her cunt and dismissing himself from the room.
Tracing my tongue up and down her wet slit, I find my knife on the edge of the bed and grip it tight. I press the blade along the delicate skin of her hip, using just enough pressure to create red marks in its wake.
She flinches from the cold metal and the sharpness.
Suddenly, she becomes entirely still, as I slightly draw blood from her thigh. She gasps. I sink my tongue into her hole, again and again, while dipping my finger into the small bead of blood on her leg.
Then I reach up her body, painting a tiny heart on her chest in blood.
“I’m going to come,” Jensen sharply exhales. “And you’re going to swallow every—” Thrust. “—Last.” Thrust. “—Drop.”
With that, he finds his release into the far back of her throat.
“Mmm,” she purrs, licking her lips.
Overtaken with bliss, I draw back my head. One, hard stroke inside of her pretty little pussy is all it takes. I come hard, releasing myself inside of her.
Jensen removes the blindfold, and Quinn’s eyes flutter open.
And we collapse onto the bed on both sides of her.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
QUINN
THE NEXT DAY…
Nov 1st
When I was ten, I lost my father to suicide. The worst part of all was hearing the sound of the gunshot. I not only heard, but felt the exact moment my best friend left this world. He was my world. And within the blink of an eye, my life was turned upside down.
Him dying left behind a void in my heart, and I’ve never quite recovered.
And although he’s left me with beautiful memories, that’s all I have now.
Memories.
Along with the constant, nagging what-ifs and whys.
What if he never died?
What would my life be like now?
What if I was able to stop him before he pulled the trigger?
Why did he willingly choose to leave me behind?
Why did he do this to my mother?
Why did he do this to me?
Why?
…Why?
…WHY?
But I’ll never know, so for now, I live my life with millions of unanswered questions and different scenarios in my mind.
It’s difficult for most ten-year-old children to fully grasp suicide.
It’s already a touchy, heartbreaking subject.
And when it’s your father? The man who raised you? Spoiled you?
Loved you?
It’s almost impossible to understand.
Even now, at twenty-three, I still can’t manage to wrap my head around it. There were no red flags or warning signs. There was no letter.
That’s the part that hurt the most.
He never said goodbye.
His completely unexpected and tragic passing has deeply affected my still-grieving mother, even thirteen years later. She’s become extremely overprotective of me, given I’m her only child. She’s become cautious.
Overly cautious.
As if she’s constantly waiting for something terrible to happen to me, too.
Little does she know… I feel the same way about her.
Since I was a little girl, even before my dad’s death, I’ve always felt out of place. But losing him really threw me off. For all these years, I’ve been lost.
Searching for my place in the universe.
And now, after meeting Ghost, Jason, and Michael last night… Something deep inside of me has been activated. There’s an undeniable spark. A hint of life has sparked in my soul.
I woke up this morning feeling complete serenity, and that terrified me. Even after everything that happened between the four of us last night, and all the chemistry we had, I couldn’t handle the thought of looking stupid in their eyes.
I didn’t want to be one of those people who would wake up smiling, hoping for the best, before the person they’ve just spent the night with tells them to get lost and calls them an uber.
Our arrangement was for one night, so I stuck to that, leaving Damien still fast asleep in bed without even saying goodbye.