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“Us too, baby. Us too,” Quinn says sweetly.
Chapter Eight
Rhea
One Week Later
The last week hasbeen a battle, but I am managing to stay positive. Ever since my stepfather tried to drown me, I’ve been having nightmares. I have found that I panic if someone comes up behind me while I’m at the sink. It doesn’t matter who it is or if I know they are coming. Rowan accidentally bumped into me while I was washing dishes, and I damn near had a heart attack. It was entirely involuntary the way I hit the floor and screamed. Rowan felt awful for scaring me. By the time everyone else got to us, he had me sitting in his lap, gently rocking me because I was losing my fucking mind.
Theo doesn’t necessarily want anyone to go out of their way to not trigger me, but he has asked that people are mindful, and at a very minimum, to let me know where they are if they are behind me. Quinn has taken this as not letting me go near the sink just to be a smart ass. Last night, he pinned me on the couch because I said I was going to rinse my plate off. I managed to get away from him and get to the sink. I was so distracted by him being silly that it didn’t even register that he was behind me with his arms wrapped around my body while I washed my dinner plate until Theo said he was proud of me.
I am standing at the bathroom sink washing my hands when Quinn walks into the bathroom. “I’m here,” Quinn says.
“I see that,” I laugh.
“I’m walking behind you,” he says with a playful tone.
“You’re a smartass, Quinn.”
“I’m behind you,” he says softly, resting his hands on my waist. I am looking at him in the mirror and it helps significantly.
“You don’t have to announce your every move, Quinny,” I laugh.
“I think it’s best, considering what I’m about to do to you,” he says with a cheesy grin.
“Oh, God.”
“Trust me, Little Star?” he whispers in my ear.
“With my life.”
“Good,” he says before pulling my skirt up. He laughs and smacks my ass when he notices. “Girl, you don’t have any panties on.”
“You are really fucking predictable, Quinny. You people have torn enough of my pretty lace underwear,” I say with a sweet smile. I know he asked Theo if it would be a bad idea to bend me over the sink and fuck me. Theo basically told him that he shouldn’t sneak up on me, but to just pay attention to me and I’ll be okay. He’s right though. If I can see him, I’m okay.
“How much do you trust me, Rhea?” he asks seriously.
“You better not drown me, Quinny. I’ll come back and haunt you,” I say sweetly.
“Deal,” he smirks. Quinn reaches past me and pulls the lift rod to plug the sink, and it start to fill with water. My entire body is shaking and it is fear that is causing it. I am watching the water, but Quinn forces me to look up at him in the mirror. “It’s just you and me, Rhea. I won’t hurt you.”
“I know,” I say. “My anxiety is trying to convince me that you could hurt me by accident, but it’s not logical. I know I’m safe.”
“No one is forcing you to do this,” he says.
“I know.”
“Do you know why I am?” he asks.
“To help give me a positive experience to think about, rather than being plagued by what he did,” I reply.
“Exactly. Is it conventional? No. Do I know you well enough to know what you can handle? Absolutely,” he says as he bends me over so that I am inches from the water. “Put your hands on the side of the sink. You have the ability to pull yourself out of the water, Rhea. Don’t wait for me to save you.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say with a shaky voice.
Quinn slowly eases his cock into me, and I groan as I push my hips back. I desperately need something brutal for this. “My sweet, needy little whore,” Quinn sings. “Always wanting more.”
“Please,” I whisper.