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Quinn's p o v "Fuck!" I groaned falling into the chair, my hand sliding deep in my hair. "You sure you have it here?" Lucia's voice followed me into the room, sharp with doubt. "Probably." She arched a brow moving towards the table. "Probably? In fact, I thought you said, you didn't keep products in your house." I can tell he doesn't trust me now. "I don't keep drugs in the house" I muttered, lifting my head just enough to meet her gaze. "but guns– rarely but once in a while– Definitely!" “Then let’s just get Rodrig’s stuff and go, so he’ll leave. His presence is giving me serious chills.” Both of Lucia’s hands pressed down against the tabletop as she stared at me. The faint shaft of light that slipped through the window caught her eyes, making them glimmer like glass. Her undone hair spilled over her shoulders, a few loose strands framing the soft curve of her neckline and cleavage. Even in this dim room, she somehow looked like temptation itself– like she was always r

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Quinn's p o v "Save that for later, my lady." I murmur as I jerk her dress up against her waist and tug at the strap of her panties. "Don't call me tha..." Before she could finish, I seize the waist strap of her lacy thong and slowly drag it down, out through her feet and wrap my fingers around the soaked piece before bringing it to my nose and sniffing hard at the sexy fragrance of her wetness. I casually shove it aside and turn back to her. She's down with her dress hiked up to her waist and her knees raised, the blurry view of her drenched pussy beneath sends a shattering sensation through my nerves. Her hair is scattered all-over the table and her shoulder, her face, and the top of her breasts too– it makes her look angelic. Her chest is heaving fast– she's still not settled for her sweet punishment yet. My fingers tap on her ankles, before slowly climbing up her legs. The top of my fingers glide across her creamy thighs causing her to shift against my touch. When I arr

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Jane's POV "Will you look at that?" Rodrig's voice welcomed us to the hall room. "Madrid goes 4-2 against the home team! Disgusting." My eyes searched for the body but it and been cleaned up. Not even a trace of blood left. Rodrig turned from the TV and fixed his eyes on us as we reached the end of the stairs. "You're here finally. Where's my stash?" I leaned on the railing, my thighs grinding against the other as if to trap the heat left by Quinn still in. I watched him as he placed the carton of ammunition on the round table. He bent over, his hands picking through the items one after the other, his fingers brushing across the parts, some holding firmly. Those same long thin fingers that were inside me a few minutes ago. I slid my fingers up the back of my ear, down my neck to wipe the sweat off. "That's enough. I trust they're intact," Rodrig grunted, beckoning on the maid to our him another glass. I gulped saliva down my dry throat and strolled to the bar, pouring m

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Jane's POV Once he shot the door to his study room, he sat me on top of the table, pinning me down with hands on the table, at both side of my thighs. "What was that all about?" He demanded. "That was about me doing my job well. Isn't that how perfect you wanted it to be?" I clapped back. His nose squeezed, his face tilting back. He perceived the alcohol from my breath, then a smirk draws slowly over the corner of his lips. "Even when you asked Rodrig to stay?" He cocks a brow. "Sounds to me like you enjoyed his company." "Maybe I was just tired of being around you only!" I yelled. "And saw someone with real gut and real aura!" "Or..." His hands slide further, his body coming closer to mine. "You've become so accustomed to the violence I show you that you now love the mafia!" He draws the 'L' in love. That's not true. That'll never be me. I pushed my face closer, our noses almost touching and my eyes glaring stubbornly into his. "I think it's time for me to speak to my

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JANE I lifted a hand to block the sunlight stinging my eyes. Warm brightness slipped through the curtains, brushing over my skin but my eyes still remained shut. "Dad?..." I thought I had heard his voice. Or did I dream again? “You look prettier today.” I jolted upright the moment I heard Quinn’s voice, clutching the bedsheet to my chest as if it were armor. He was seated at my dressing table - joggers, white singlet, hair falling over his forehead, cup of coffee in hand. A strange déjà vu flickered through me. Except this time, he was staring straight into my eyes. “What… how—” My gaze darted down at myself. I was wearing a white singlet similar to his. It was his, in fact. Beneath the blanket, my panties from yesterday. My heart slammed hard enough to bruise. “Did I fuck your voice away?” he teased. “I don’t remember wearing this,” I snapped back, heat rising in my face. No - he did not take my voice. And no - we didn’t even fuck! Flashes of last night crawled back:

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JANEI didn't know what I was thinking now. I don't even know if I was thinking at all. Or maybe I didn't need to think. I just wanted to feel his body on mine. In mine.I wanted to touch him and be touched by him.His lips refused to leave mine during our push and tussle into the shower cubicle. I didn't even know when he pulled his singlet off. Or maybe I did it for him.I didn't care. The moment the water touched my skin, I gasped. He pulls away from me quickly to adjust the temperature of the water.I faced the mirror and figured my singlet was now see-through, glued to my body by the water.Quinn appears behind me, his body warm as we leave the shower behind us but we could still feel the splashes, now warmer.I watch him from the mirror as he plants soft kisses along the length of my neck, his hand tugging at the hem of my singlet. I close my eyes and raise my hands above my head, making it easier for him to drag out of me. When I open my eyes, I'm staring at how amazing my b

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DIEGOI dropped my briefcase onto the table, harder than I meant to, and sank into the chair. My breath was still uneven, my pulse refusing to settle. I yanked my tie loose and pushed my hand back through my hair.But no matter what I did, her image stayed with me.Lucia - standing there in that thin, almost transparent singlet… her skin glowing under the hallway light, her glassy eyes… the details of her body like a bruise in my mind, impossible to ignore and sure to leave a scar.And Quinn behind her.Why was he in there with her?Why was she half dressed?Why did she look… cornered?A knot twisted deeper into my stomach and I dragged off my jacket while struggling to force my breathing down to something normal. But every attempt to rationalize only made something furious toil tighter in my chest.If Quinn was hurting her, if he was... Quinn wasn't that kind of man. But if I ever found out he forced himself on her in any way…I wasn’t sure what I would do to him. But I knew it'll b

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JANE I don't love him. Just because we fucked doesn't mean I like him. I just couldn't help myself. That's all. I still despised him He leaned into me as I tried sliding the shower door open, his breath brushing the shell of my ear.“Sure you can walk?” I could almost hear him smirking as he asked.A blurred smile tugs at my lips, "Don't flatter yourself, Quinn," I went ahead to take a step only to find my hand struggling to grasp the rim of the door for support as my legs slid across the wet floor one before the other.Quinn grabs me from behind, catching me gently. He lifts me with ridiculous ease, like I weighed nothing, into his arms and reached for the towel.I buried my head in his heartbeat as he carried me.A single shift of his shoulder and I found myself dropping into the soft dip of the mattress.He turned and I listened to his footsteps, then the sound of the wardrobe pulling open. "Guess, I'ma go get us some dessert.""I've not even eaten," I murmured."Sure?" He lau

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JANE “El jefe is back,” Emily whispered at my door at exactly 10 in the morning. “Really?” I sprang up from the dressing chair before I could stop myself. I cleared my throat and forced my shoulders to relax, pretending I hadn’t reacted like a teenager hearing her crush’s name. I was pretty sure she knew everything going on. She was quiet, observant, always pretending not to notice things. The last thing I needed was for her to think I was jumping with excitement just because her jefe had fucked me once. “Okay. Thanks,” I muttered, turning back to the mirror as if I didn’t care. I wandered toward the table and ran my fingers along the book rack, pretending to focus on what I’d read next and maybe discuss with Quinn later. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that part of him - the part that didn’t involve guns or swearing - the part where he actually had opinions like a normal human being. When it felt like he was taking too long to show up, I stepped out of the room. At the st

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JANE Two days and Anika's words still hung around my head like a fog. Guilt wasn't enough to describe what I felt. I felt terrible and hated myself. But nothing has really happened between Diego and I. It was just a kiss.Maybe twice. We kissed twice and it hasn't been more than that.I'd make sure it never gets more than that. I held the white sheet tight over my chest as I turned on the bed to see Quinn. He was lying asleep on his chest naked. The sheets I'd been hogging dragged so far down his body that only a sliver still covered the curve of his ass. My eyes drifted, slow, without control, following the dip of his waist and climbing the long, sculpted line of his back.His skin was rich as ever, pale gold under the morning light, smooth and taut over muscle. Not too bulky, but carved - each muscle rising and falling like soft ridges beneath silk. His shoulder blades were strong and defined, his spine a perfect line leading into the tapered V of his lower back. He looked like s

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