Page 28 of Monster Made
Gentle and Quill are two words that donotgo together. He spent three years bullying me. When he made out with me, his fingers left marks on my back. Even when he pleasured me, he pinned me down on the ground at the same time. My first time came at the hands of a guy so insatiable that I woke up practically unable to move.
And now, I’m supposed to believe he’s just… massaging me for the hell of it?
“Piper.”
By the time my mind has tuned into Quill’s voice, I realize he’s repeated my name three times. At least.
“Yeah?”
“Are you angry with me?”
“Uhm…” I’m so surprised by the question that I can’t think of a thing to say at first. Then I admit, “No. I thoughtyouwere.”
“Why would you think that?”
Where do I even start? I hide my face between my hands, for once unable to get a word out. The lump in my throat has grown so thick it feels like I can’t even breathe.
I shudder when Quill withdraws his hands from my ass.Damn it.I’ve done it now. This time is the time he leaves.
But instead, the mattress dips again. He sits down against the headboard and pulls me up in his lap. I exhale when I feel his arms wrap around me, the tension in my body leaving suddenly as his warmth surrounds me.
“Cricket,” he murmurs, and I smile at the nickname he tried out for the first time this weekend. “I told you I was going to take care of you. Didn’t I?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“This is me taking care of you. Don’t you like it?”
“Well…” I nestle deeper into his arms. “I guess so. It’s just kind ofweird.”
I shriek as I suddenly feel his fingers dig into my side.
“Quill!”
I jerk away, but he traps me and lies down on top of me, pinning me to the mattress.
“Quiet,” he threatens, pressing his lips to mine. “You don’t want your mom to hear, do you?”
At the same time, he continues to tickle my ribs and sides while I thrash frantically under him.
“Say it’s not weird,” he rumbles in my ear.
“Never!”
“Say it, cricket.”
“Ahhh! Okay, fine! It’s not weird! It’s not weird!”
I breathe out in relief as his fingers stop their torture.
“Only a little weird,” I squeak, before trying to crawl to the other side of the bed.
But he grabs me by the ankles and pulls me right back. Then he lies down on top of me again, but this time, he doesn’t torture me anymore. He merely keeps me pinned to him, and I feel his stiffness press against me.
“Just how sore are you, cricket?” he murmurs, kissing my neck and making me shiver.
“Oh, not that sore,” I lie.
His kiss turns into a sharp bite.
