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“You can scream, little flame. Would you like that?” She hears the smile in my voice. And what’s that I see? A smile in return? A small one, but it’s there. A smile around Rome’s fingers. “Hate us, that’s okay too. We’ll have you either way. We’ll take care of you, always. There will be no other man after us. There will be noafter us, period.”

Quinlan bobs her head, her eyes droopy.

I mean to say a lot more.

We’ll cherish you until there’s no more air in our lungs. Worship you until our hearts stop beating.

We will spend forever loving you.

Rome saves me from turning into an emotional mess.

They’re coddling her enough for a woman who’s been punished.

She’ll thank us by the time we’re done. When there are no more secrets between us.

He pulls out his fingers. My dick strains in my pants at the sight of the thin strip of saliva stretching from his fingertips to her lips.

I’ll taste it soon. Real fucking soon.

“Darling.” Damien’s voice is strained. “Be a good girl and tell Liam goodnight. Then we’ll let you sleep.”

She hums. “Good night, Liam.”

She means it. Fuck, she does. We made her better.

My scar burns, but this isn’t pain I’m feeling. It’s the ghost of her touch. Her searching fingers on my mangled skin.

“Good night, little flame.”

I’m too raw, too emotional to stay on the line a second longer.

I end the call, start the car and head watch over Rex until he closes. Then I’ll head home. I’ll go to her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Damien

Calling it a night.That’s what’s expected of me. By Rome. By Quinlan.

We fucked her. Made her come. Bound her.

We added just enough humiliation to the mix that she blushed for us. Cursed us, then sought our affection.

Quinlan’s cheek is warm beneath my touch. Her eyes are hooded. Lips beautifully swollen. Those between her legs, hidden by the covers, are equally swollen.

She’ll stay here by herself, waiting for Liam. He’ll be here later, after she’s had time to think about the comment she made. About us. About the finality of her situation.

She wants answers. Wants to know what happened to me. What will happen to her once we’re done with Rex.

Telling us there’ll be another man wasn’t meant to be a threat. She didn’t say it to get under our skin. She was fishing. Testing us. Seeing whether we could be trusted.

We’re the most trustworthy motherfuckers she’s ever met.

Every punishment, every smack to her sweet, round ass and every bite mark. Nothing screams ownership more than that. She doesn’t see it yet. She will.

Liam was right. She needs to rest. To recover.

So why am I still here? It defeats that purpose, to have me by her side, trailing my thumb along her cheek.

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