Page 109 of Quinlan

One swift move, and I’m naked from the waist down.

I’m shackled by Rome, in no position to fight back. I wouldn’t even if I could. Not a single part of me objects to what they’re doing.

“Look at you.” Damien’s hand cracks on my ass. Lightning flashes behind Rome’s eyes at the sound. “You said you’d never be our whore. Now this. Pushing your ass back to me. So needy.” He leans forward, arm around my front, taking me from Rome. Flipping me and pressing my pussy to the edge of the desk while kicking my legs open. “The things we’re going to do to you.”

Damien’s cock is bigger than it felt through his jeans. Terrifyingly big when pinned to my bare behind. We’re skin to skin. His teeth are at my shoulder, scraping, exploring.

Biting.

Another humiliating moan brushes past my lips. Rome twists my head, catching the sound with his mouth and just as fast, he pulls back.

“Fuck you.”

“Tell us.” Rome’s serious. Studying me. “What were you searching for?”

It’s on the tip of my tongue, telling them that I believe Rex did horrible things to Damien. That the picture they have here broke my heart.

Made everything more real.

They were kids.

But I won’t admit to it. Not yet. Not while I need information from them in return. Not while they can take everything from me.

“I told you. I needed to learn why you kidnapped me.” I’m honest. Sort of.

I’m being rewarded for it.

“That’s progress.” Damien bends me over the desk, his hand between my shoulder blades. “I hope you don’t think it means I’ll go any easier on you. Your tight little cunt will be sore after we’re done with you.”

Liam’s silence is as chilling as Damien’s cock lining my pussy.

I’m a virgin. Needing him to take me as brutally as he said is fucked up.

Yet I do. Isodo.

“You won’t find the answers anywhere in this penthouse.” Rome’s gaze hardens above me. Eyes stormy. “Only we have them.”

“When you’re good, you’ll learn why.” Damien’s hand travels lower, pushing the hem of my top up my back.

His touch is electrifying, and I shiver, grinding into the desk, as humiliating as it is.

“Yes, darling.” He leans into my shoulder. This bite hurts worse. This bite breaks skin. I scream, yet my body is craving for more of it. “That’s what being a good girl means. Fucking the desk. Pushing back on my cock. Fuck, I’m barely an inch inside and you’re already sucking me in.”

Flick. Snap. Flick. Snap.

“Liam,” Rome says, still staring at me. “How did you like it? Catching our little captive snooping in your room?”

“It took a lot.” He prowls toward us; I can hear his feet on the floor. “To keep up the pretense. You were such an adorable little flame. Trying to hack into my laptop. I could’ve had you like that too. Bent over my desk. So close to fucking you. But watching you was just as good. I was so fucking hard for you.”

Fire. Blazing through me. Burning me to the ground.

He deceived me.

I can’t slap him. Can’t curl into a tiny ball and disappear, either. Damien’s pinning me to the desk. He makes sure I don’t move while Rome steps aside and Liam takes his place.

In a white crewneck T-shirt and dark jeans, the gold Zippo in his hand, Liam is beautiful. Wrapped in loud silence. Watching me clutching my fingers on the edge of the desk.

Being taken by Damien.

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