Page 108 of Quinlan

I don’t.

None of us says a word. Damien pinches my clit. Licks and bites the crook of my neck. Rome squeezes my neck.

It’s impossible to stop this orgasm. As shameful as it is, I’m riding his hand. Grasping his forearm. Coming harder at every “Good girl ” he whispers in my ear.

Until I’m spent. Until Rome threatens to stop air from coming in my throat.

“Can’t say that I hate it.”

I’m confused. My brain isn’t working the way it should. “Hate what?”

“You.” Rome’s lips are hot on mine. He kisses me, his tongue running along the seam of my lips. Pushing into my mouth before the sadistic monster breaks our kiss. “Being a brat. Refusing us. Calling us names. Barricading yourself. Breaking things.”

He levels me with a menacing glare. I can’t breathe.

“Snooping on us.”

“Our dirty little whore,” Damien teases, his fingers never leaving my clit. “Doesn’t know how to ask for the pain she’s so desperate for.”

A mask of indifference lowers on my face. I hope. I pray it hides my frustration when Rome puts some distance between us. I wasn’t ready for him to leave me. For him to feel this far even with his hand choking me.

I wasn’t ready to be this upset over this.

When I stepped out of my room earlier, I had it all figured out. Proof of what Rex had done to Damien first. Only then would I let them touch me.

My body had other plans.

Still does.

I’m starving for them after the orgasm Damien gave me. The fire that stokes inside me whenever these men are near hasn’t quelled.

The flames rise higher.

Rome chokes me but won’t let me have his mouth.

This has to be the punishment they promised. Why Liam won’t leave his spot at the doorway. They’re going to tease me with their bodies, then take it away.

“You have no right,” I grit out. Getting a grip on my reactions becomes harder by the second. I steel myself in place as best I can. Hold back instead of launching forward for his lips. “No right to stop kissing me.”

“I say we do.” The pressure of Damien’s fingers on my clit is gone, proving a point. Bastard. “You’re our captive. We have every right to use you. Punish you. Abuse you.”

I scowl. “Deny me.”

“That too.”

“Tell me, sweetheart, what were you hoping to find here?” Rome cuts off more air. “Don’t try to lie to us again. We’ll get creative with our punishments. Tease you for hours. Days. Weeks. I’ll spank and belt you until you make a mess of your panties. Your virgin pussy will be soaked. You’ll cry and beg me for release. We won’t let you have it. Lock your pretty pussy in a chastity belt. We’ll deny you orgasms until you start learning some manners.”

Jesus fuck. I’m clenching my thighs, my nipples taut. Fuck him for making his threats so hot. Rome’s cruel words and harsh glare shouldn’t end with me choking down a whimper.

Blood rushes between my ears. It’s loud, but it doesn’t dull out Damien’s voice.

“But first.” He lowers the zipper of his jeans. Fabric moves over skin and I can tell without seeing him that he’s taking himself out. “The real punishment we came here for.”

He hasn’t forced himself on me the other two times. Wanted to, but didn’t.

He’s done waiting.

His hands return to my body. His fingers hook on the waistline of my shorts, taking my panties down with them.

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