Page 98 of Love Marks
“Are you ready for me, baby? How do you want it?”
“Hard, please, Wes. Please.”
There’s a sharp vulnerability behind her begging and I slow down, moving my hands from her hair towards her throat, softly brushing against her neck.
“You are so beautiful. So perfect,” I whisper in her ear, letting my hands fall to her nipples, softly circling them. “I want this all the time. All the time. Forever.”
I push into her, and she falls forward onto her hands, arching against me. It’s incredible, how good she feels. Even better than the last time, somehow, like I’ve forgotten how sweet and tight she is, how complete I feel inside her.
I thrust into her, hard, again, and again, until I hear her saying my name, louder and louder until I’m sure she’s screaming it. I can hardly breathe as the world explodes and I lose myself completely in her, in this feeling, in the beauty of her writhing beneath me.
“Fuck,” I sputter out. “Yeah, you’re taking it so good, like a good little slut.”
She goes suddenly still below me, and it takes me a moment to realize she’s not saying my name anymore, not pressing into me like she just was. It’s as if she’s withdrawn completely.
“Quinn?”
I hear the sharp intake of breath and a choking sound. Something is happening. I pull out and turn her shoulder to see tears streaming down her face.
“Quinn, whoa. Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?”
She shakes her head and moves away from me, more sobs wracking through her. The movement, the sound cracks through my chest, splitting me open. I keep my distance, resting a hand on her leg.
“I’m sorry. I just…can you not call me that? That word.”
My heart drops.
I swallow, hard. “Of course. I mean, no, fuck. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just said that. I don’t think that. At all. I just got caught up in the moment and the dirty talk.”
She wipes at her face and shakes her head. “No, it’s okay. Really. It’s just a specific thing for me.”
An awkward silence settles over us and I move slowly closer to her, needing to hold her closer. Thankfully, she lets me. Her tears have stopped and she’s just taking some gasping breaths.
“Quinn. Talk to me. What just happened? I won’t ever say it again, I swear, but can you tell me why?”
She shakes her head, and her pain seems to swell as another round of tears starts. I squeeze her closer, hating this, that I’m somehow responsible for her feeling this way.
“I don’t want you to think of me differently,” she whispers, so quiet I can barely hear it.
“That will never happen,” I promise her, thumbing her cheeks and wiping away a tear that threatens to fall.
She gulps and I feel the moment when she turns away from my gaze. “I used to have sex for money for a little while when I was younger.”
Her words hit me square in the gut. All the air leaves the room.
“There was this one guy…Derek. He had a degradation kink. He used to say things to me. Let’s just say they weren’t the best for my self-esteem.”
I go completely still against her. “What kinds of things?” I grit out.
She shakes her head. “You know, like, you’re ugly, you’re worthless, only good for sex, cum slut, fuck doll. Just like, porno script shit. I don’t know. I try not to think about it.”
I can’t breathe. Can’t think.
“There was one night when we were together at his place and he…hit me. We hadn’t agreed on that so I tried to leave, but he wouldn’t let me. I knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I managed to get away, but there was this glass that crashed and sliced my leg. That’s what happened that day when you surprised me at the penthouse…I guess the glass breaking just kind of triggered me. I don’t know.”
The silence in the room is overwhelming. The rage and helplessness clawing up my throat is uncontrollable. I want to find the bastard who did this to Quinn and kill him. Watch him bleed as I beat him senseless.
“Are you gonna say something?” Quinn’s soft voice breaks me out of the red I’m seeing.