Page 141 of Quinlan

Before I climb on the bed, my eyes sweep across the room.

Nothing seems out of place. Other than the bashed television, everything’s exactly where it should be. Her laptop’s on the desk. Her clothes aren’t scattered on the floor. No plates or glasses are smashed on the floor, walls or windows.

There aren’t any clawing marks on the walls.

Of course she hasn’t. She wouldn’t need to. She’s not locked inside her room. She could walk around the house at any moment.

Quinlan hasn’t tried to escape. She liked what we did to her yesterday.

She likes it here.

I. Haven’t. Locked. Her. In. Here.

The reassurance is a balm to my nerves.

Quinlan’s been comfortable here. Sort of. And this is just the beginning.

My lungs expand. Relief washes over me.

A momentary relief.

Lust is quick to drown out every other emotion. My head pounds. My cock thickens.

I hover at the edge of the bed where Damien and Rome were a little over an hour ago. I’m ensnared by Quinlan’s calm expression. Every feature on her beautiful face.

Her parted lips are an invitation. I imagine stretching them with my cock, but don’t touch her. Not yet.

I observe. Eyes on the curve of her neck. The mounds of her breasts and the valley leading to her navel. Hidden or not, she’s gorgeous.

Her taste on my tongue. I can’t get it out of my head. Memories of her sweetness return to me as if I have my mouth on hers right this fucking minute. As if I’ve never stopped kissing her.

I’m going to. I’m going to kiss her mouth, her collarbone.

Her clit.

Snapandthe Zippo goes to her bedside table. The room bathes in darkness.

It has no place here. I don’t need it to ease away the panic. To bury the memories in the back of my head. Quinlan silences my demons.

My eyes adjust to the soft light coming from the moon.

Our woman.

She tugs at my heartstrings, my little flame. The only fire I allow anywhere near me, anywhere close enough to graze my skin.

Jacket, shoes, and socks, they all go to a heap on the floor.

I’ll kiss Quinlan between her legs. Lick her until she admits there’ll be no one else. No other man. Not in her dreams and not in her waking hours. I’ll force her to promise anything and everything with my fingers deep in her pussy, curled to strokethatspot.

Demand she give in to us.

It would make me so pleased, I’ll tell her.So fucking pleased to have you. To own you.

The sleeves of my shirt. They’ll make it hard to move around and touch Quinlan the way I need. I roll them up my forearms, up to my elbows. Run my hand through my hair. Of course it bounces back down my forehead. Of course.

The slightest smile curves my lips up. Quinlan likes it. She likes all of us.

She can fight us day and night. Doesn’t matter. She’s ours.

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