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owlonmywristInsecurities come to the strongest of us...poor Quinn.
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“I promise I won’t be long, topina. I just have to go check this out,” Dante says, still typing into his phone.I figure it has something to do with that call last night—the one where he was yelling at Ronnie.“It’s okay, Dante,” I say, finishing up my hair for the day. We’re in the bathroom of my bedroom. I don’t sleep in here anymore, but all of my things are still here, so this is where I get ready. “I’ll go with Josiah when he gets here.”Dante tucks his phone into his pocket and crosses the room to me just as I bend down to put on my shoes. He kneels in front of me, takes the shoe from my hand, and slips it onto my heel himself. Then he moves to the other, his fingers warm on my skin. His eyes flick up to mine as he leans forward to kiss just beneath my hemline, sending a shiver up my spine.Still on his knees, heat flickering in his gaze, he murmurs, “I want to be there, topina. I want to see you in your dress.”My tongue darts out to wet my bottom lip. His eyes immediately lock
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“So, Quinn. How are you enjoying married life?” Pablo asks.I give him my best boardroom smile as I sit across from him at the dining room table. “Dante and I are doing well, thank you for asking. How about you? I didn’t really get to talk to you much at the wedding.”He smiles back—one that might seem genuine if his eyes didn’t keep dropping to my cleavage. He looks me over with a gaze that’s far too familiar. If Dante looked at me like that, I’d be dragging him into the bedroom. But coming from a guy I’ve met twice?Yeah, no. It’s not okay.The look gives me the same oily, skin-crawling feeling I used to get from certain guys in high school—or the business associates my father would bring around and then promptly ask me to leave the room once he realized where their attention was going. It puts me instantly on edge, and I have to fight back a shiver.“Oh, you know. One day after another. Meeting new people. Going to interesting places. The life of a single guy,” Pablo says, popping a
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I’m at a little boutique near Central Park. Very exclusive. Which means: very expensive.I’ve only ever heard of this store—never actually been inside. It was always out of my family’s price range.But Dante insists I come here to pick a dress for the gala next week. Our appointment is at ten, and Josiah and I are there right on time.“Dante should be here in the next fifteen minutes,” Josiah says with a smile. “He told me to tell you to grab a couple of dresses and get started trying them on. He wants at least twenty in the fitting room.”I roll my eyes. “Fucking hell.” Josiah knows exactly how much I hate trying on clothes.Still… I can’t pretend I’m not a little excited. They’re gorgeous dresses. And every girl likes to feel pretty.I don’t know how long I spend browsing the showroom and working with the consultant as she pulls pieces from the back, but by the time I step into the dressing room—a spacious space with mirrors on every wall—I’m overwhelmed.“Would you like some help
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“Yes, topina. Look how beautiful you are when you come undone,” he murmurs. The hand that was on my breast moves to my chin, turning me to face the mirror.My eyes are glazed with desire, mouth slack, cheeks flushed. I look thoroughly ravaged—and Dante hasn’t even been inside me yet.My gaze meets his in the mirror. The fire in his dark brown eyes, the need there, makes my knees weak. “I need you, Dante. I need you inside me.”He surges forward. One hand grabs my right knee, hooking it over his elbow. The other pulls my thong to the side. “Stick your ass out for me, topina. Let me inside you.”I do exactly as he says, and his cock slides easily between my folds. All he has to do is push.And he does—slowly—letting me feel every ridge, every vein, every glorious inch.“Oh my God,” I moan.“Shh, topina. Not so loud. We can’t have them hearing us, can we?” he whispers in my ear.“I’ll try, Dante, but you feel so damn good,” I whine. “It’s hard to hold back.”“I know, cara mia. Your puss
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In the end, I end up getting three dresses. One of them is the actual one I’ll wear to the gala—a floor-length column dress with a slit up to mid-thigh and adorable off-the-shoulder bows. It’s sleek, modern, and just sexy enough to be appropriate for me to wear as the event coordinator and host.The other two were insisted on by Dante. He wanted the original red dress I tried on first. Admittedly, it was gorgeous, but way too revealing for this event—with a plunging neckline nearly to my navel and a slit so high a hint of my hip flashes when I move just right. The second was a navy blue dress with a high-necked halter front, but a back so low it showed the dimples just above my ass.When I asked Dante where he expected me to wear either of these, he whispered in my ear, “Nowhere any other man can see you, topina. I just want you to wear them while I bend you over every piece of furniture in our home.”Well. I guess I got my answer.The rest of the week goes by quickly leading up to the
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When I wake up, I’m in Emily’s apartment. I’d recognize the yellow walls and bright pink bedding anywhere. It’s like I’m inside a package of Bubble Yum gum.The question is: how the hell did I get here?I look down and see that I’m out of my workout clothes, now dressed in sweats and an oversized shirt. I still smell like dried sweat and morning breath, so clearly, no one thought to shower me.“Em?” I call out, sitting up in the bed.I hear scrambling down the hall before Emily bursts through the door. “Q! Holy shit, you’re finally awake! How are you feeling? Are you okay?”“I mean, I need a shower, but I’m good. How did I get here?” I ask.She sits on the edge of the bed and brushes a piece of hair from my face. “Josiah brought you. Dante wanted you out of the house, since someone’s been getting in and out with those pictures. Josiah and Pablo are in the living room, and there’s basically a revolving door of like twenty guys coming in and out of the building to keep you safe.”“Where’
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I’m some weird combination of fuming and afraid. Anxious and livid. I know mixed feelings are rough, but feeling these two extremes at once is nearly impossible to manage. I try to tamp it all down and just focus on what I need to do to get ready for the gala.“Hey Pablo, my appointment at the salon isn’t for a few hours. We’ve got time to kill. Maybe we could grab something to eat?” I ask, just now realizing—I’m alone with Pablo.Shit. If this is the hormones, I need to get a handle on it. Fast.“Sure, absolutely. I know a great place,” Pablo says, starting the car.There’s a stretch of tense silence before I ask, “Where are Josiah and Emilio?”Pablo clears his throat. “Emilio’s with Dante—they think they’ve got a lead on whoever’s behind this. And Josiah… well, I thought he was at Emily’s. Guess not.”That strikes me as very off. They always know where the other is.“Oh… okay,” I mutter, already sneaking my phone from my back pocket. I text Josiah:Where are you?No answer. I text E
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I have no idea how long we’ve been in the car. I can’t see the clock, and the tinted windows keep me from gauging the sun’s position.That must be why no one’s noticed I’m handcuffed. Why no one seems alarmed as we pass. Why no one is helping me.My phone keeps pinging, and I can tell it’s pissing Pablo off.Good. If that irritates him, I’ll be happy to kick the phone under the seat just to make it worse. Fuck him.He pulls into an underground parking garage and kills the engine. Turning in his seat, the gun already in his hand, he vaguely points it in my direction. He doesn’t need to aim it precisely to get his message across.“Now I’m going to open the door so I can grab that fucking phone and get you set up in a… more comfortable position.” That last part comes with a smarmy smile that makes my skin crawl.He sees the reaction. His smile turns predatory, then vanishes altogether.“You will not make a sound. You will not draw attention to yourself or this vehicle. My boss wants you
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