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I wanted Quinn to dominate me. I needed him to steal my agency, turn me into his little fucktoy. I trusted him. I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me or do something I hated.

Just like I trusted Harley, and even Brax.

The three of them cared about me. Probably more than anyone else on this fucking planet did, other than Dad.

And I cared about them too. More than I wanted to admit. Was it love? I didn’t know. All I did know was that the thought of being without my three boys was unbelievably painful.

My plans of high-tailing it out of this place and trying to make a new life for myself, away from the crowds and media scrutiny, were dead in the water. I could no more leave Quinn, Harley, and Brax than I could do without oxygen.

Quinn’s cock slipped into the top of my throat. My eyes watered as I stared up at him, his face bathed in shadow. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t try to pull away. I knew he’d be disappointed if I did.

He thrust gently, each time going a little deeper until my nose touched his taut abs.

“Good girl,” he crooned. “You’re doing so well.”

My lungs burned. Saliva dripped from my mouth, trickling down my chin and dripping over my exposed breasts. The cool air tickled my nipples and I reached down to pinch them, wishing it was Quinn’s fingers not mine.

He pulled out slightly, giving me a chance to suck in some much-needed air. My tongue caressed his shaft, tracing a fat vein that ran the length, making him groan with pleasure.

“I’m so fucking close to coming,” he warned me. “But as much as I would love to come down your throat, I really need to feel you coming on my cock.”

He tugged me to my feet. Strong hands yanked open my jeans and shoved them down my thighs, along with my panties.

A brief flash of lightning illuminated the aisle, painting my ass in silvery light, but I didn’t care. Quinn spun me around and pressed his back against mine. I felt his cock nudge at my entrance and then he was inside me, impossibly thick and hard.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good.”

I whimpered when his fingers found my clit and rubbed small circles around it. I was so ready to come. My body trembled in anticipation of my climax, my thighs shaking. The only thing holding me up right now was being impaled on Quinn’s cock. That and his arm around my waist.

He pulled away slightly and then thrust hard, bottoming out. Every delicious inch of him inside me, stretching me taut, extracting the maximum amount of pleasure.

My back arched as I pushed back, and his other hand found the curve of my breast. I moaned when he pinched my aching nipple. My imagination conjured up Harley, here with us, sucking my tits, and I came hard just as a loud crack of thunder shook the building.

“That’s it, baby, I can feel you milking my cock.” Quinn’s voice was thick in my ear. He gripped my hips so tight I knew I’d be covered in bruises later, but I didn’t care. I was too busy riding my orgasm as it ripped through me, blowing my cells apart and reconstituting them into something brighter, better.

With a loud groan, Quinn’s cock stuttered inside me as he found his own release. We collapsed against the shelves just as the lights came back on. I grimaced at the thought of the mess. Cum slid down my thighs, thankfully caught by my jeans. I didn’t relish the idea of leaving a sticky mess on the carpet for the cleaners to find.

“Is anyone in here?” called one of the security guards.

“Yeah, give us a minute,” yelled Quinn, quickly pulling up my jeans and adjusting his own.

“You kids better not be up to no good!” the guy huffed in an indignant voice.

Quinn snorted with laughter. “Just as well he didn’t arrive five minutes ago!”

I shuddered. That didn’t bear thinking about. The guy glared at us suspiciously as we hurried past him. Outside, everywhere smelled of pine and ozone. A thin drizzle fell, soaking me to the skin almost immediately. Quinn tucked me under his arm and we strolled across the quad like any other couple.

People passing by barely gave us a second glance. I was still the most famous person on campus, but the gossip train had moved on.

Now my true identity was out in the public domain, nobody here cared all that much.

Chapter 78

Stella

The mailboxes at college were used by students ordering stuff from Amazon and other online stores, although it was possible to have deliveries directed straight to a student’s room if you were willing to pay a surcharge. As Harley had done when he gifted me the headphones.

I hadn’t visited my mailbox once since my arrival. What was the point? It wasn’t as if I had any spare cash for frivolous purchases.

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