Page 114 of Quinlan

Once again, the idea of being pregnant by either one of them doesn’t register.

It’s impossible to focus on anything other than Rome. Impossible to refuse him. The man who unlocks another orgasm, setting me free from my body for the millionth time today.

I have to breathe through this climax if I want to survive this. If I want to survive him.

“Oh,” I yell through clenched teeth.

Rome loosens his grip on my throat, and with the fresh wave of air, my orgasm intensifies. It becomes a force as demanding and as ruthless as Rome is. I need air.

And I open my mouth. Damien’s fingers are there before I can snap it shut. I taste my arousal on my tongue. Taste Damien’s salty cum.

My mortification dissipates the longer Damien finger-fucks my mouth. The longer Rome’s adoring gaze stays on my lips.

“That’s it,” he praises. Then to Damien, “On her lips. Whatever’s left, paint her lips red.”

I get so hot when they talk about me like I’m not there. I’m sick to love it. Sick to have been craving the attention of these bad, terrible people.

Except they’re not the villains. Not really.

They’re insane. They’re violent.

I want them to keep me.

I don’t know what it makes of me.

Oh, but I do.

It makes me just as insane as they are.

“What do you think, Rome?” Damien looks down at me. Treats me as he would treat a piece of furniture. Maybe one of his suits. “Red enough for you?”

Rome thickens inside me, and I spread my legs wider. Not like it helps. He’s huge. He’d never fit. “Fucking perfect.”

“Eyes on him.” Damien nudges my cheek so I’m only looking at Rome.

“Fuck.” He fills me up, the second man to ever release his orgasm inside me. I’m sore and swollen and crying again, and I never want it to end. “Fuck, Quinlan. You have such a perfect cunt. Ours.”

A shadow comes over us. Liam. He’s completely naked. Every inch of him is hard. His cock. His long legs are toned and lean. His stomach and chest look like they’ve been carved out of marble. And his eyes. Two embers. Intense. Hungry.

Having another one of these men inside me could tear me in half. I reach my hand out for him, anyway. I need him. “Please.”

Rome’s smirk widens. He lowers his mouth to mine for a rough, short kiss and leaves me.

“Would you look at that.” Liam crawls up my body. He flips me on my stomach, sits up on his knees and pulls me to his chest. “I ended up getting your consent.”

“You left me no choice,” I say, though it’s a lie. A breathless lie no one in this room believes. Least of all me.

“You’re such a brat, little flame.” He positions the crown of his dick to my soaked opening. Damien’s there. Rome’s there. I’m there. Liam’s next. “Let’s see how you take it when I fuck you like one.”

Rome’s tucked himself in and put his shirt on. He and Damien are perched against the desk, both men watching us.

A week ago, I would’ve been embarrassed from being like this. On display. Shared. I would’ve run out of here. Hidden in a faraway place.

“We’re way past that, Quinlan. Past being self-conscious.” Liam shifts my hair back, his hot mouth on my neck. I shiver in his hold. “You came so pretty on my friends’ cocks. I could practically taste your screams. No need to play coy. Now…”

Liam’s hand covers my sensitive, abused breast. He uses it to lift me higher. Uses his other hand to grip his cock and shove an inch inside me.

“Would you like to be fucked”—he emphasizes the word that turns dirtier when it’s spoken from his mouth—“like brats deserve to be fucked?”

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