QuinnHis fingers hook the arms of my glasses, and the world goes soft and blurry a second before his mouth crashes into mine. It’s not a gentle kiss. It’s a claiming.A hard, desperate press of lips and tongue that steals the air from my lungs. I moan, the sound swallowed whole by him, and my hands come up, grappling at his shoulders for purchase.“Always… so… fucking… bratty,” he rasps against my lips, each word punctuated by another searing kiss. His hand slides down, palming my breast through my shirt, his thumb rubbing a torturous circle over my nipple.I pant into his mouth, my own hips pressing forward of their own volition.This isn’t like when I touch myself.This is raw, an electric current zapping through me, controlled entirely by him.“You’re just… an infuriating… asshole,” I manage to gasp, even as I’m arching into his touch.He breaks the kiss, his dark eyes gleaming. “And you love it. On your knees, Quinn.”My heart jackhammers against my ribs. This is it. The point of
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