Page 113 of Quinlan

“Your captive.” I’m the farthest thing from it. He smirks when he locks my wrists over my head with one hand. “I’m your captive.”

“Such a glutton for punishment.” His voice is as wicked as his smirk.

He pushes into me, and it’s the sweetest agony. The cruelest, most delicious stretch.

“Don’t worry,” he grunts, thrusting into me. “I’m a patient man. Persistent. I’ll fuck the attitude out of you. I’ll fuck you however many times you need. Until you learn. You’ll give in.”

Rome shows me how serious he is by fucking me into the floor. His lean muscles bulge, his body forcing me to open for him. Wrap around his girth. Accept him.

He dips his head low, kissing me as hard as he pummels into me. His skilled tongue pushes inside me, fighting with mine. His teeth sink into my lip, and he bites me there. Drawing blood.

A crazy, scary thought comes to mind. He’s harsh and brutal. My wrists hurt, my legs part to accommodate this beast of a man. And something’s missing. He’s holding back. Like he could do so much worse, and he’s sparing me.

A crazier thought ensues.

It’s wrong that he has to restrain himself. I gave myself to him. To the intense man I met on the street.

This toned-down version of him won’t do.

“More,” I moan against his lips. “Please. Don’t hold back. You won’t break me.”

His gaze skims my face. My neck. My breasts. His thumb strokes my wrists, once, twice.

The calm before the storm.

Rome rises while he keeps rutting into me. His vicious gaze cuts to the side.

“Damien, come here.” Only when Rome calls him do I realize that Damien’s been here, on his knees. He’s tucked himself in. “Quinlan’s asking for more.”

Mortification is too gentle of a word for what I’m experiencing as I watch the blood of my hymen on Damien’s fingers. He’s amused, the corner of his mouth hiking up.

Liam’s on the office chair, watching the whole thing.

“Stop,” I plead with Rome. “Please. I didn’t mean my blood.”

“Shut up.” Rome’s fingers curl around Damien’s wrist. He drags the evidence that Damien took my virginity to my face. “I fucking love that. Your blood. How you’ve been saving your pretty virgin pussy for us. We all do.”

My mouth parts in shock. Damien takes advantage of my frazzled state. Rome releases his friend’s wrist, and he shoves his fingers in my mouth.

Tries to, at least.

What Rome said didn’t comfort me. Didn’t make me any less embarrassed about bleeding on Damien’s cock.

I clamp my mouth shut, my eyes next. Shielding myself against the humiliating scene.

“Eyes on Rome, darling.” Damien bites my forearm. “Mouth open wide. You need to taste yourself. Taste us.”

“You asked for all of me?” Rome seethes, driving himself harder into me. Bottoming out every single time. “This. Is. It.”

Rome’s cock grazes that spot that sends electricity racing down to my toes. And he doesn’t stop there. His hand is around my throat. His chest muscles pump with the effort.

He’s finally letting go, and I get to watch him do just that.

“You have me.” He chokes me. Grinds his groin on my clit. “You have me. Every cruel, merciless, violent part of me is yours. Including sucking on Damien’s fingers while I’m balls deep inside you. Wiping him clean of your blood. Of the evidence that you’ve always belonged to us.”

Less and less air filters through my nostrils. My eyes bulge as they dance between Rome, my bloodied fingers, and Liam who jerks off on the chair. Patient. So patient.

“Open.” Rome’s voice rises. His thrusts go deeper and deeper. Like he means to grind my body into the rug. “Fucking open up, sweetheart. You’ll look so perfect with Dame’s fingers in your mouth. With your lips painted red. Let me see your hymen there while I’m fucking babies into you.”

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