Page 123 of Quinlan

We’re taking her.

My mouth is on her again, my fingers relentless inside her cunt. I lick and suck, her juices coating my lips. My chin. I look up at her, watching Damien tearing her shirt down the middle.

She tries to stop him like she tries to stop her orgasm, but fails both. After the first tear in the collar of her shirt, Damien pins her wrists over her head and rips the rest in half.

One of her nipples is in his mouth. Between the two of us, Quinlan loses the fight. She cries out the moment her orgasm barrels into her, cursing. Resenting us for giving her pleasure. Demanding more of it. Her legs fly open, back arching.

“Sweet Quinlan.” Damien waits for me to lick her off, for her body to settle.

“Don’t patronize me,” she groans, her voice hoarse. Her throat must be sore from my abuse. From screaming.

“Patronizing you is the last thing on my mind.” He loops his arms around her, picking her up off the kitchen island. He slides his hands under her ass to support her. To cradle her in the air.

The orgasm has her pliable. Angry and limp in his arms. Soft. Beautiful. She gives him permission to carry her. Doesn’t kick him.

She’s hardly scowling at me as I stalk them into the living room.

She’s sated. I’m anything but. The pressure in my pants and the need to hurt her won’t go away. The underlying violence is just as persistent as the dreams I’ve had of her.

Her womb filled with our cum. Her belly swollen. Our babies growing inside her.

Fuck.

Damien isn’t planning to go easy on her. He makes it clear by releasing her—no, tossing her—on the sofa.

“Asshole.” Quinlan, naked and gorgeous, struggles to sit up. To stand.

“That’s right, I am.” Damien has his hands on her shoulders. Shoving her back down. “Not a condescending one.”

She sits on the sofa, bare and beautiful. Her juices drip down her crack to the cushion, and my cock jerks. Black and blue bruises decorate her tits. Hair wild.

Hair that’s mine to torture. I wind it in my fist, my eyes boring into hers.

I tug on it, marveling at her glossy eyes. “I don’t have a girlfriend, or a wife, or a motherfucking mistress. No one.”For so many years, no one’s existed but you.“Do you understand?”

“Don’t give a fuck.” Her nose scrunches at that. Her lips purse. “Screw around all you want.”

“She really is jealous.” Damien slides his hand to her chin, his thumb stroking along her cheek. “Looks so good on you, darling. We should’ve kidnapped you much sooner. Should’ve had you here long before now. I can’t believe we’ve missed out on this.”

Quinlan’s eyelashes flutter, lips parting. His possessiveness does that to her.

But the arousal on her expression doesn’t last. “I’m not jealous.”

Her denial is equally adorable. I could drag it out, sure. I can lie, say I did have someone. That my friends fucked around too.

It’d be a pleasure, lying to her. If this is the reward we get for our efforts.

And cruel. Unnecessarily cruel. She was damn near devastated back then, on the stairs. I won’t do that to her anymore. I’ll hurt her body. Bruise her. Belt her. I’ll never damage her soul.

“Listen to me.” I cup her cheek, haul her closer by her hair. “No one. There hasn’t been anyone for a long while. For the three of us.”

“You…” she whispers, hope bursting from her eyes. “You’re not lying, are you?”

I could die. Right here in our living room. No one’s ever tugged on my heartstrings like Quinlan does. No one. No one’s ever needed as intensely and desperately as she does.

I’d been there to protect Anne over the years. An unrelenting force, no matter how starved I’d been myself. I’d stayed there with her, since no judge would sign her over to me without proof of neglect. I was forced to throw up, too. Hadn’t eaten for days, sneaking the last granola bars in my stash and giving them to her.

My friends had never needed me once we were out of high school. We were a team. A strong one. Liam found small companies we could start with. Damien convinced the owners to sell their shares to us when we were basically kids. My grandparents broke my trust fund to help us build BLF. My punches and threats did the rest. But Liam and Damien could’ve done it without me.

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