TroyThis wasn’t usually how I did things. I always planned any scenario with my partners, going into minute detail with them, making sure we both knew each other’s limits, boundaries, and safe words. I made extra sure that I was in control of myself and that there wasn't even the slightest chance that I'd fuck up and give away parts of myself no one was supposed to know.And I never did it with someone who was as inexperienced as Quinn was, which terrified and filled me with exhilaration at the same time.I had never just pulled a girl over my lap and spanked her, yet that was what I did with Quinn. It was partly irritation that drove me to it, but mostly it was my own fucked up desire to hear her call out my name as I felt the sting against my palm when my hand connected with the supple flesh of her delectable little butt.It was too late to take it back. I had told her I was going to do it, and I had to follow through. It was who I was. Always in charge and always in control. I was
Troy For a good minute, I couldn’t move or speak. My mind reeled with the many possibilities, but I was so close to losing control and doing something stupid that I didn’t even want to risk her hands anywhere near my cock and balls. Taking her own initiative for once, Quinn slipped her fingers under my shirt and started to trace the outline of my abs. Her touch was pure, erotic electricity. I was about to lose my damn mind. Her hands went down instead of up, going straight for my belt. I grabbed her wrist. "No," I said in a husky voice and I pointed to the floor on the other side of the bed. “Get on your knees. Hands behind your back.” She rolled off the bed and knelt in front of me, placing her hands behind her back. I sat up, swinging my legs on the floor and got to my feet. I undid my trousers and with a relieved sigh, freed my aching, throbbing cock. Her eyes widened a little as she stared at my erection. She looked at my dick like it was a deadly, venomous snake. “Look at me
Quinn I stood with my back to the mirror, trying to look over my shoulder at the bruises Troy left on my skin last night. I thought it would be worse, but there was only one visible bluish bruise in the crease where my butt and back leg met. I traced a finger over it, shuddering when I remembered what happened yesterday. I burned with a kind of uncomfortable embarrassment and mix of pride when I replayed the previous night through my head. Not once did I feel small or degraded - the opposite happened. Watching the helpless way Troy lost control of himself when he came at the mere sound of my voice gave me a sense of power I never knew I possessed. I never liked pain. What kind of moron did? I always associated being beaten, or in this case spanked, with something negative. In my mind, it was a punishment, a tool of humiliation, and my mother always beat me out of anger or to correct some kind of behaviour she found unacceptable. Troy wasn't angry at me, nor did he try to humiliate
Quinn “Not even a hello, huh?” “Answer me," Troy growled. "What took so long?” What the hell was going on with him today? “I didn’t take the phone out of the box until it started ringing.” “Raf told me he gave you the phone half an hour ago,” Troy snarled on the other end. “How long does it take you to open a box?” “I didn’t know it was already set up, and I was talking to Missus Lowry.” “About what?” “Woman things. What’s going on?” He sighed dramatically, and I could just picture him tousling his thick hair, making it all messy. “I’m just checking in with you.” “Why? Are you afraid I’ll run away?” “Try to out-run Raf, I dare you.” “Am I your prisoner?” I teased. “Yes,” he said in a deadly calm and dangerous voice. He clearly was in no mood to play around. “I already told you that you’re not going anywhere.” Maybe this strange control thing of his was the reason so many women ran from him. “Well…you can relax. I don’t really feel like running away today. Maybe tomorrow.”
Quinn Glover’s mouth dropped open in surprise. Yesterday, I was a timid little girl who made no demands, but something flipped between then and now. Even the way I spoke to Missus Lowry was unusual for me. I had no idea where my new-found courage came from. I didn't even know the voice that told me I was Alpha-descendent. I just knew I liked it, and I had no intention to back down ever again. I was sick and tired of others telling me what I could and could not do. I used to be so quiet. I always knew my place. Like a trapped little mouse, I always tried to hide and shy away from others, always tried to please them. I was so sick of it. I didn’t want to be quiet and in my place anymore. “Thomas Shelby is an Alpha of the north. He’s not part of Prince Troy’s kingdom," Raf finally said. "You are a princess of the east, you can’t just walk in there and demand to take your brothers." I turned on my guard. “Where is Dexter Maree from?” “Also the north,” Raf said. “So I’m from the nort
Sebastian Despite the reason Troy sent me, I was happy to be home with Mario. The city was exhausting. Hiding who I was, constantly pretending to be interested in the women throwing themselves at me, seeing the hurt in Mario’s eyes when I’d kiss one of them to keep up appearances...it drained me and killed me a little inside every time I had to do it. It hurt even more when Mario did the same things I did, even though I knew it was necessary. Where we were from, sexuality didn’t matter. The Goddess fated us with our soul mates, and their genders were completely irrelevant. It could have gone either way for Mario, his previous mate was female, but I never cared much for female company. Mario and I were fated. I wanted to mark him, finally claim him as mine and gift him with immortality, but we both agreed that it was a bad idea while we lived among the humans. More than anything, I wanted to go home where I'd be with my own kind, but I wanted to go to a peaceful home, not the war z
Troy Before I went to the hospital, I changed out of my expensive suit and into a non-descript pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I crouched in the bushes outside the large, grey and white building, concentrating on one of my darker powers. Wolves called it shadowing. It was one of the rarest talents and also the most difficult to control and master, even for those that were born with the ability. When I was ready, I left my hiding place behind and strolled across the road to the hospital. If I let my concentration slip for just a moment, I’d be exposed and would have to turn back. I couldn’t afford to lose my focus for even a split second. I entered through the front doors with all the confidence of someone who belonged there. A nurse stopped me and gave me a big smile, “Mister Bailey,” she said. “It’s late. Who are you here to see?” I didn’t answer her. The moment I spoke, I’d lose concentration and break the spell. I walked straight past her and stopped to look over my sh
Quinn Not once did I stop to question Elize. I didn’t ask her why she helped me or how she managed to sneak us out of the mansion. Raf was asleep on his post, barely registering as I snuck past him, and we met no one on our way to the garage. Troy warned me that his guards were everywhere, but no one tried to stop us or came out of the shadows to drag me back to my room. We didn’t leave through the front gate. Instead, Elize directed me down a bumpy, barely-there driveway, which led to a locked gate at the back of the estate. The guards on duty were fast asleep. Elize snuck into the guardhouse, retrieved a set of keys and unlocked the heavy gate. It swung open with a loud squeal that shattered through the night air, and I thought for sure that screaming gate would wake at least one of the guards, but they happily kept snoring away. I didn’t relax until Haverton was far in our rear view. Afraid that Troy would track my phone, I switched it off and used Elize’s phone to map a route