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“He did something, didn’t he?” Quinlan purses her lips, unfazed. Determined. “Something terrible. Did he touch you?”

Pity. The emotion I’ve been hoping to avoid. Fucking great.

“I wasn’t molested or sodomized. Rex and Harlow weren’t into that.”

“Okay.” The relief on her face is miniscule. Her pout doesn’t let up. Curiosity remains firm in her gray eyes. “Still. You’re being cruel to me to get back at Rex. What did he do? How bad was it? You have to tell me. You have to trust me. I hate it. I hate all of it.”

“Me?” I raise my eyebrows, feigning shock. “Cruel to you?”

Storm clouds gather behind her gaze. Crimson red taints her cheeks.

“Are you being serious right now?” Quinlan tugs on her restraints for emphasis. “And you’re evading. I’m tied up. I have nowhere to run. I won’t go to him, not for anything. Why won’t you tell me?”

“Giving you what you want isn’t being cruel.” I keep deflecting, rolling my hips, pushing my hardness into her softest, warmest place.

Quinlan groans. I smirk.

“See?”

“I see that I’m a captive. That you’re not being honest.”

“Here’s what I see.” She lets out another groan when I pull back, and I chuckle.

I shake my head, my disapproving glare pinning Quinlan back in place. I didn’t stay here to fuck her by myself. I’m here to soak her up. To shed some of the guilt. To be there for her.

Have those late-night talks I’ve been dreaming of. Her nearness that I’ve been craving.

Being together, like this, is a million times better than the lousy photos our investigators have forwarded us. There’s no comparing Quinlan’s scent to the live feed of her showering at home.

When she was far from me.

So far.

“Damien?”

“Well...” Her curiosity has my smirk stretching. “I see you. A woman who had three men take her virginity last night. A woman who loved it.”

Red. She’s beet red everywhere my eyes land on. Her cheeks. The curve of her neck. Her collarbone. The sweet shade reaches as far as up her arms.

“They fucked her hard. Hurt her. Took turns making her feel good.” I lower my face so our foreheads touch. “This woman was stretched. She moaned and sobbed. Orgasmed so beautifully on their fingers. On their cocks.”

It hurts, how hard I am. I’m turned on all fucking over. Wanting Quinlan is a part of my DNA. My heart beats for her. Every muscle, tendon, and cell in my body is hers.

I should be harsher. Colder. Either eat her out or fuck her to lower the intensity of these damn feelings.

I should leave after that, come back colder and more collected tomorrow. Otherwise, I’ll talk.

And that pity. I can’t have that.

She needs to know the real me first. The man I’ve become. She’ll never pity him.

“I…” She sucks in a breath, flustered at my crude words.

“She had the warmest, tightest cunt.” I nuzzle my nose to hers. “Sucked every drop of their cum in. Let them fill her with it. Maybe, maybe she has babies inside her. And she was beautiful and brave while she took them. While she cried for them. While she accepted them. You’re one of a kind. That’s what I see, darling.”

She blinks, her eyelashes fluttering. Her throat bobs. Her pupils are giant.

The pleasure of making her as hungry as I am is indescribable.

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