Page 133 of Quinlan

The guilt that’s too big for my chest, that’ll definitely ruin everything.

Tying her up isn’t why my throat closes up. Why my lust and playfulness have simmered.

It’s her. It’s Rex. It’s the report from our investigators and how I got it all wrong. He doesn’t love her. He used her.

And I let it go on for as long as it did. I saw what I wanted to see, mistaken his overprotectiveness for something else.

In doing so, I failed. Failed to look closer. Failed to protect her.

The guilt has been eating at me for hours. I couldn’t face her by myself. Had to calm the fuck down in my room. Then Rome brought her to me.

But now that my dick isn’t hard and I can think, I feel it again, the weight of it crushing my chest.

“Damien,” she mumbles, sinking further into the sheets.

Liam will be here soon. He hasn’t played with her tonight. It’s only fair that he’ll have her for himself. We’re not taking turns or keeping tabs, that’s not the issue. This is about her. Quinlan should get to know the three of us.

Fall for the three of us.

We’re going to make it work, have this fucked-up-ever-after. The three of us. And that can’t happen if she has a favorite.

Yeah, she can pretend to hate Rome and me all she likes. Quinlan had fun today. We’ll be her favorites if we’re not careful.

I should leave her.

“She’s falling asleep,” Rome states, his wet fingers smearing our girl’s saliva on her lips.

Neither of us moves to get up.

“Damien.” A warning from Rome.

“Hmmm,” reaches my ears. Quinlan.

My eyes focus and I notice her brow is scrunched. She’s in pain. My fingers slid low while I was deep in thought, denting the soft skin of her cheek.

I’m directing my frustration at the wrong person.

“Sorry.” I flex my fingers and angle Quinlan’s head to me. “Rome’s right. You are sleepy.”

“Untie me.” She’s angry. She’s also seeking my touch.

“Request denied.” One corner of my mouth ticks up. “Liam will be here later. That’s for him to decide.”

“Asshole.”

“You don’t sound too convincing when you’re smiling, darling.”

“Am not.” Her attempt at a frown is adorable.

I am so fucked.

This goes beyond obsession.

This woman in our home isn’t just beautiful. I don’t love her like I used to love the kid she was, that’s for damn sure.

Quinlan’s not a pawn, either.

Her holes are hot, and I could fill them every waking moment for the rest of my life. I want to stay in her heart most of all.

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