Page 112 of Quinlan

His words. Their hands. Damien’s teasing cock. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.

I can. Fuck.

Fuck.

I’m a gasping, crying, squirming mess. I orgasm so hard I’m blabbering. Or maybe I don’t say anything at all.

Liam’s amber eyes get further away from me. Rome’s teeth are on my earlobe.

Most of all, it’s Damien’s voice that reverberates through me.

“Oh, fuck, Quinlan.” I’m the one who’s been subjected to pain, but it’s Damien who sounds like he’s tortured. “Fuck, she’s sucking me in. I can’t stop. Can’t wait.”

He sinks his cock inside of me. Tearing through the barrier that’s been there for the past twenty-three years. Every thickinch of him stretches me. His hips press into my ass and his fingers scratch and claw at my flesh.

My skin breaks. My heart expands.

I’m still coming. Still shaking. Hanging between heaven and hell.

His cock makes it better.

His cock makes me cry harder.

“Such a good girl.” That’s Rome. He’s every bit of a thunder he’s always been. He’s also smoothing my hair away from my face.

“Taking Damien’s cock so well.” Liam licks my tears. Runs his tongue along my lips. Continues to rub my clit even though there’s no way I’ll come again.

Because—“It hurts. Damien, it hurts.”

“You’ll get used to me.” He’s not letting up, slamming harder into me. Liam’s hand and my pussy bang against the desk, and Damien doesn’t care about that, either. “You’ll get used tous, darling. We’re not going anywhere. This sweet, tight—fuck—this hot little pussy. It’s ours.”

Every word is a stroke. A stretch. A torture.

Pleasure. So much of it that I come and come and come. I don’t think I’ll ever stop.

“I’m close.” It’s been minutes. So many minutes that Damien’s been fucking me. He bats Liam’s hand away from my clit. His fingers are on me. The fingers that know my pussy so well. “Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this. Have been waiting for you. Give me that third time. Be a good girl for me, darling. Come on my cock again.”

Rome appears next to Liam, glaring at me while I’m being railed by their friend. Both men are terrifying.

“You’re taking me next.” His pupils are black, huge, pushing out his dark blues out. He whips his T-shirt over his head,shoving his hand inside his pants and pulls out his cock. “I’ll make your pussy weep for me. Just like your eyes do.”

“What a beautiful, sobbing mess you are.” Liam pushes his zipper down. Takes himself out. A salty drop beads at the tip. His dick is just as big as Rome’s. As big as Damien’s feels. He slaps my lips with it, wetting them with his precum. “Come, Quinlan.”

My orgasm is a searing pain. It’s a blinding pleasure.

My nails scratch the surface of the desk, no doubt leaving marks.

“Yes.” Damien’s thrusts faster. Deeper. The stretch is impossible, and I take it. For him. For myself. “Fuck yes, darling. You’re so tight. So perfect. I—fuck—”

Liam moves back when Damien groans. When he loses control and buries himself into me, chasing his release with harsh pumps. Heat spreads throughout me from the inside. There’s so much of it that Damien’s cum spills down my inner thigh.

“Good girl.” When he’s done emptying himself, he pulls out. Pushes his fingers and cum in me. “Every drop, darling. Take all of it.”

“Yes.” I’m floating, high on multiple orgasms. I conveniently ignore the fact that I’m not on birth control. “Everything.”

Damien moves only when another set of hands holds me. Rome’s hands. I’m a rag doll in his strong, capable grip. I’m breathless, letting him pick me up in the air.

“You’re mine.” He splays me on my back on top of the gray rug. “Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

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