Page 111 of Quinlan

“You are our captive, true.” He strokes the curve of my ass. “So?”

Rome yanks on my hair with his other hand, and I yell at the strain on the roots. Liam watches, one eyebrow cocked.

“You don’t have to ask for my permission,” I tell Liam. To Damien. To Rome.

To all of them.

“You could kill me,” I whisper.

I’m reaching. Searching for clues. Anything. Hurting Rex through me could mean leaving my dead body at his doorstep.

That’ll fuck him up.

“What makes you think we’d do that, sweetheart?” Rome growls. “That we’d ever risk losing you?”

He’s right. I don’t believe that. I believe something’s happened to them. That they’re too proud to open up to me. Either that, or they don’t trust me.

And I’m so hot. My grasp on reality is slowly slipping away.

“She’s testing us.” Liam shoves his fingers into my mouth. Pulls them out with a pop. “She knows we’ll never kill her. That she’s never getting away from us.”

“And I won’t tear into you before you come a second time.” Damien grabs my hips, holding me steady. Holding himself.

Liam bends closer, leaning into me. Our faces are inches apart.

“No consent it is,” he whispers. “I’ll rub your pretty pussy until you change your mind.”

My lips part as my breath hitches. Liam’s wet fingers at my core are too much. His expert touch. His ruthless stroking. Pinching. Tapping on my sensitive clit.

My nerves hum, they sing for him. While Rome tugs softly on my hair. While Damien slides another inch in, then drags his cock out.

“Liam.”

“We’re here.” His voice is sharp. Low. Reaching into my soul. His scar shines in a brilliant shade of pink. “You’re going to come on my fingers. You’re going to beg for it. When you’re soaked and ready, Dame will fuck you. We’re all taking turns after him. It’s been so long, little flame. So long that we’ve needed you.”

They could be obsessed psychos. Stalkers. Kidnappers.

They could’ve been hurt in the past.

And they care about me. No one’s ever cared for me like this. I can put my doubts away for tonight.

I will.

“Damien,” I beg. I pray for him. “Please.”

“Such a good girl.” He sounds strained. His fingers leave dents on my hips.

“Good girl?” The reprieve I get when Rome lifts his hand from my hair is temporary. Three cracks on my ass. “What did she do?”

I’d answer, except Liam’s lips are on my neck. He sucks so hard that I sob.

“She’s only allowed to pray to us.” The head of Damien’s cock throbs at my entrance. “We’re her gods now.”

“Oh, are we?” Five painful, delicious strokes land on my upper thighs. Rome presses my face harder to the countertop of the desk. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” I scream. A part of me even believes it. I’m so close. This orgasm builds up fast. I can already tell it’s going to be unlike any other. “Yes. Oh, please. Please.”

“That’s right, little one.” Liam’s groan reverberates on my skin. He smells so good. Clean and soapy. “This particular God will be really pissed if you don’t come on His fingers. Might even punish you worse than these two ever will. Take your ass. Then you’ll learn what it is to be a good girl.”

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