Page 110 of Quinlan

“Just the tip,” he says. “A warning before I tear into you.”

I’m going to die. I don’t even have it in me to speak.

“Are you disappointed?” Damien taunts, squeezing one of my butt cheeks in his hand. “That Liam didn’t go through with it? That I’m the one taking you first?”

He isn’t being insecure. I’ve been around him long enough to realize it’s a rhetorical question. He’s playing with me.

“I’m not disappointed.” Two can play this game. He teases me into delirium, parting my lips, soaking himself with my arousal. I still have it in me to fight back. “I don’t want you inside of me, period.”

“Liar.” His hand is hot on my ass, spanking me three times. He pushes into my untouched hole, just a little deeper. Not enough to tear through my barrier. Enough that the invasion feels good. “Look at you. You’re such a slut for my cock.”

“She is.” Liam brushes a lock of hair from my face.

“You’re not denying it.” Another hand locks around the back of my neck. I can’t see Rome, but I know it’s him. “That’s better. You’re getting used to us. To being ours.”

“Never.” But I am. It’s not my body seeking them. It’s me. All me.

“You have exactly one second, little flame.” Liam bends at the waist, his lips crushing my mashed ones.

This isn’t like Rome or Damien kissing me. Liam’s tongue explores my mouth. His lips demand that I open up, that I surrender and hand him over control. Every bit of it.

“One second for what?” I’m floating by the time Liam’s lips are gone.

His kiss has done that to me. Rome’s harshness. Damien’s subtle, torturous rocking in and out of me.

“One second to give Damien your consent.” Liam’s voice is low. Dangerous. “He’ll take you either way. He’ll fuck your virgin pussy. Willing or not.”

Breathe. That’s all I can do. Breathe and want them. Words are too much. Words—my consent—will lead them to believe they have the upper hand.

And why not? Why the fuck not?

I’ve always resented Rex for bossing me around. This… I like this.

These men see right through me. See what I’ve needed for years. I’ve been self-sufficient. Independent. I’ve been responsible for the two people who were supposed to take care of me.

I’ve been longing for this relief. I had no idea—had no one to offer this to me.

They give it to me. A present wrapped in an unhinged, big bow. They’re what I’ve been missing my entire life.

When I don’t give them the consent they’re looking for, Damien pulls my hips back, sinking in another inch. Cold aircaresses my wet pussy from the front, and Liam cups me. His big middle finger slides past my lips. Pushes inside, sliding past Damien’s cock and goes deeper.

“You want it. You want his fat cock inside you so fucking bad, little flame.”

My eyes widen as Liam removes his finger, sucking it into his mouth.

A hum of approval sounds at the back of his throat. A flame flickering behind his amber eyes.

“I can taste it.” His attention was on my eyes before. It’s turned on my tattoo. “Still, I’d rather hear you say it.”

“I’m your captive.”

This is it. This is the last of my resistance leaving my body. It’s impossible to hold on with Damien trailing his hand up my body and pinches my clit.

But damn it, I need answers. I need clarity.

I could never hate you.Damien’s words.

It doesn’t feel like he does, even when he forces himself on me. He doesn’t feel like the bad guy in this story. He feels like mine.

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