Cold Shadow (Cold Country #2)(96)

Nate gripped his dick again with his huge callused hand. He wasn't gentle. He stroked him hard and dry. The knee in his scrotum pressed harder, almost as if Nate was trying to split him open. "Do you let them fuck you without protection?" he asked as he squeezed Quinn's dick as if he were contemplating ripping it off and feeding it to him. "Answer me. Do they fuck you without a condom?"

"No!" Quinn screamed the word. He couldn't look Nate in the eye. He'd have to look into the storm that was going to destroy him. "Never."

Nate didn't say a word. He released the pressure on Quinn's dick and Quinn thought it was over. Nathan knew the truth now. There was no going back. "Come, baby," Nathan whispered a moment later. He licked at the corner of Quinn's mouth, his hand was gentle on his dick now, stroking him as he kept up the pressure with his thigh. Quinn opened his eyes and lost himself in the storm. "Good boy," Nathan whispered softly, almost soothingly, as Quinn came back to himself. He stroked Quinn's dick, squeezing it painfully, ripping more from him. "Scream if you need to. We're not done. Not by a long shot. This isn't that night when you got off and I was left out in the fucking cold."

His balls drew up tight, he thought he was done. Nathan pulled him back to the brink. The anger in his eyes killing Quinn so slowly. "We're nowhere near done. I'm not some stranger you spread your ass for. How many? Tell me how many there have been."

Nathan glared at him, his fingers digging in where he held Quinn, his wrists and his dick. He could feel Nathan's nails slicing into his shaft. Quinn tried to buck him off this time. He was done with this game. Nathan released his dick and Quinn sobbed at the loss. "Don't … please don't," he begged, but he didn't know if he were begging for it all to be over or begging for more.

Nathan wrapped his long fingers around his throat one more time and squeezed until Quinn couldn't breathe. "You want more?" He waited for Quinn to decide. Quinn nodded. He couldn't break Nathan's grip on his wrists to fight him off. He nodded because he couldn't beg. "This isn't the Keys, you're not letting me do this, you're not in control this time. How many men have you fucked since that night? Besides Drew. I already know about him. Tell me and I'll get you off."



       
         
       
        

Quinn tried to close his eyes so he wouldn't see the anger and the pain in Nathan's eyes. Nathan squeezed him so hard the world threatened to go dark. "Do you even know?" He could hear Nathan from what seemed like a distance. "Has there been so many that you lost count?"

Quinn shook his head. He didn't know how many. Not really. "Not many," he tried to say, but no sound came from his mouth. "A few. I didn't count. They don't count."

Nathan released his neck. He didn't say a damned word. He leaned over Quinn and dragged his hand down Quinn's body to his dick. He jerked him hard and fast, all the while staring at Quinn with eyes that were hard, emotionless. "I'm sorry," Quinn said, begging. His body betrayed him and he came, harder this time than the first. Nathan just grunted as Quinn screamed again.

"Spread your whore legs," Nathan growled at him. Quinn's mind was reeling through orgasm but he did as he was told. Nathan jacked him, milking him. He held him down with his body and his gaze and his hate. Quinn spread his thighs as wide as he could, he was trapped between the door and Nathan's other thigh. "That's a good whore."

Nathan slicked his fingers down Quinn's groin. He shifted in the car, dragging his leg over Quinn's so that Quinn could open wider. Nathan shoved him higher up the seat until his head hit the cushioned wall. "Put your hands on the roll bars. Don't let go. If you let go, I'm done with you," Nathan ordered him, dragging his arms up higher than Quinn could reach. "Reach for them, you little whore. Do what I tell you."

Quinn reached and found the smooth, cool steel bar that loomed overhead. He locked his fingers around the pole and held on. Both hands free now, Nathan pushed Quinn's thighs apart and planted both knees on the edge of the seat. He rose up tall in the seat and dragged his shirt off over his head. He threw it in the driver's seat and stayed upright. He glared down at Quinn, his hair falling wild over his shoulder, his eyes flamed with molten silver. "Not done with you. You're my fucking whore. Just fucking remember that. My fucking whore."

Nathan opened his jeans and pulled them down over his hips. His dick sprang free. He was harder than Quinn had ever seen him, the vein underneath his shaft pulsed purple. He dripped with precum. Quinn wanted to let go and give him back exactly what Nathan had given him. He wanted to take him in his mouth and drain the anger from his body. He wanted Nathan to hurt him. He wanted Nathan to use that huge angry tool to punish him.