Page 121 of Quinlan

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Rome

The day the threeof us agreed that Quinlan Palmer had to be taken, my mind began working overtime. Plenty of scenarios came to mind.

In most of them, she’d fight us.

Granted, I never wanted her to. I’ve been obsessed with her for years.

But I was under no illusions that she’d give in easily.

Having not one but three men forcing her to live in their apartment. Ripping her away from her life. Blackmailing her into this situation.

Of course she’d fight us.

This particular scenario, however, never played in my head.

She’s jealous after less than two days here with us.

And I’m not the only one taken aback by it. She looks shocked.

I guess yesterday meant as much to her as it did to us.

Fuck, I love that.

“No,” she mumbles on my fingers. “Not. Wrong.”

“My, my.” I don’t tell her she’s wrong again. That Anne is my sister.

This warmth in my heart. I’m holding on to it. So I fuck her mouth slowly. Drag my fingers on her tongue, in and out.

“Jealous little thing. Are you the possessive type, Quinlan? You’ll do anything to have us all to yourself?”

Her eyes flare. She tries to shake me off, hands clawing at my wrist.

I’m hard as a fucking rock. I can barely think. Barely breathe. My sanity is hanging by a thread. And I’m a sick bastard. I need to hurt her. Need her soaking my fingers. My cock.

In the middle of the kitchen.

Anywhere.

Liam’s out, stalking Harmony, the woman who will help me get my revenge, then he has Ray to check up on. He wanted to personally make sure neither one of them is blabbering about us or Quinlan.

Damien is upstairs. He must’ve already heard everything.

He could decide to walk in on us any minute now. A smirk graces my face. The more, the merrier.

“Ah, I see.” My thumb goes under her chin, locking her in place. She’s so sweet, the way she chokes on me. The way she fights. “Thatwasjealousy.”

She growls.

“Territorial.” I hook my fingers under the waistband of her thin cotton panties. They tear without resistance. We bought this brand for a reason. “Is it just for me, or do you feel the same for Liam and Damien?”

“Fuck you.”

I bury my fingers deeper down her throat. The fingers I have on her clit slide lower, parting her lips for me. I push into her heat without a warning. Groan when she clenches around me.

“Soaked.” When I start finger fucking her pussy and mouth, Quinlan softens for me. Just a little. “You’re enjoying this.”

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