Brutal Vows (Queens & Monsters #4)(56)

Her bluntness makes me chuckle. “You can throw them all away. You won’t need them anymore.”

Her cheeks turn pink. She purses her lips.

I love it when she looks at me like she’s a prude old maid.

She says, “Let me just push your ego aside for a sec to mention you haven’t answered my question.”

I hesitate, because I know exactly how bad it will sound out loud. But she was honest with me, so the least I can do is return the favor.

“I paid for it.”

“For sex, you mean.”

“Aye.”

She sits with that in silence for a while, then nods. “Okay. Thank you for the candor. Can I ask a follow-up question?”

Impressed that she’s neither upset nor judging me, I incline my head.

“Do you have any viruses or infections I should know about?”

“No. I’m clean. I’ll get tested again so you’ll feel better, but in the meantime, we’ll use a condom.”

The pink in her cheeks deepens to red. “Now’s a good time to remind you that you promised I could say no if I wanted.”

I lean in to press a soft kiss to her luscious lips. “You don’t want to say no. And don’t bother denying it, because we both know it’s true.”

She sighs and mutters, “Part of me wants to say no, just not my vagina.”

I don’t know why having her so conflicted about her desire for me gets me so wound up, but if my cock gets any harder, it will split open the zipper on my trousers.

Cradling her face in my hand, I lean close to her ear and whisper, “Then let’s make a game of it, viper.”

After a beat of surprise, she says, “A game?”

“Aye. You can pretend you don’t want it, and I can pretend I don’t know you do.”

She squirms a little in my lap, pressing her thighs together.

She likes the idea.

But of course, she has to act like she doesn’t, because God forbid the woman would ever let me get the upper hand.

She says, “How would I know it was a game? It could just be you and your giant ego doing their usual thing.”

I kiss her softly under her ear, nuzzling her there, dragging her scent into my nose. She smells like nothing else in the world, no other fragrance or perfume. The scent isn’t flowery, cloying, or sweet, because her essence is none of those things.

She smells like some kind of dark, dangerous heaven made of female flesh and poisonous fruit and exotic spices. A garden of deadly delights that a man could wander into and get lost.

A place he could lose his mind along with his heart and soul.

I say, “We’d agree on it beforehand. For a set time in a set place, we’d pretend.”

“What if I didn’t like it?”

“We’d make a safe word. Like…Black Widow, for instance.”

She says tartly, “Or I could just punch you in the face.”

When I start to laugh, it makes her even more aggravated.

“I’m not your fuck toy, Quinn.”

“Not yet, you’re not.” I bite her throat, and she shivers.

But she doesn’t try to push me away. She lets me hold her and kiss her neck as we drive into the underground parking area at the hotel. She lets me fondle her thighs. She lets me squeeze her breasts through the beaded bodice of the gown, and when I pinch her hard nipple, she lets her head fall back so I can take her mouth.

When she curls her hand around the back of my neck, slides her fingers into my hair, and kisses me back eagerly, I know she’s as ready for this to happen as I am.

I just can’t say that aloud, or I’ll be eating a fist sandwich.

We get to the suite via a private underground elevator reserved for wealthy guests who like to stay incognito and can pay for the privilege. As soon as the elevator doors close behind us, I take her mouth again, pushing her against the wall and pressing my hips into hers so she knows exactly what she’s about to get.

She pushes me away, gasping. “Wait! I’m not mentally prepared for this!”

“I’ll give you two seconds. Go.”

“Quinn—”

When I kiss her again, she moans into my mouth. The sound sends such a hot jolt of lust through my veins, I can’t help but kiss her harder as I hold her against my body.

She pounds a fist weakly against my chest.

“Quinn, God, please, I need a minute to—”

“The last thing you need right now is time to think,” I interrupt. “You’ve got the next fifty years of your life to do that.”

The elevator dings. The doors slide open to reveal the enormous suite. I swing her up into my arms, ignoring her little yelp of surprise, and growl, “If you don’t want me to fuck you, just say no.”

Bypassing the foyer, living room, and dining room, I head straight to the master bedroom. It’s as opulent as the rest of the suite, decorated in subtle shades of cream and blue. One entire wall of the room is floor-to-ceiling windows, showcasing a magnificent view of Boston Commons and downtown. The city lights twinkle against the gathering twilight. The sky is a magnificent shade of violet blue above a golden horizon, but I don’t see any of it.

All I see is the woman in my arms, clinging to me in fear and desire.

She’s scared, but she wants me.