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“Stop it.” He swipes my tears with his thumbs. He’s so serious, almost sounding as grave as Rome is.

“I’m sorry, Liam.”

One of them hauls me out of Damien’s lap. I collide into a wall made of hard ridges and it knocks the air out of me.

My eyes collide with dark, stormy ones. “I’m sorry, Rome. So sorry. Please don’t kill my parents. I’m so sorry.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Quinlan

“I won’t. Fuck.” Romeglowers. Runs a hand over his face. “But this has to stop. Hands and knees, Liam.”

Liam doesn’t question him, manhandling me. Holding me in place with a hand on my back and another around my neck, making sure I stay in place.

“My fault,” I whisper in-between tears.

“I thought I was clear, little flame.” Liam pushes my hair out of my eyes, brushing it to the side before curling his hand around my neck again. “I told you to shut up about that, and I meant it.”

“So did we.” Damien stands on Rome’s side. Both of them lose their clothes until they’re naked, other than Damien, who keeps his T-shirt on.

They’re hard everywhere without their clothes. Hard and gorgeous and how is it that they don’t hate me?

I don’t get to ask.

Rome’s up on the bed behind me, his hot length pressed to my ass. His hand cracks on my ass, and it’s torture to be on thereceiving end of his fury. Spank after spank, he brands my ass. Behind my thighs.

A fresh wave of pain arrives along with it. Teeth clamping on my shoulder. Damien bites me, sucking my wounded skin. Biting again.

“I…” No words come out of my mouth.

Rome doesn’t care to hear the rest of the sentence either. He moves the three of us on the bed so he’s lying on his back. His hands are on my hips, pulling me flush on top of him.

Damien’s there too, positioning himself on top of me. His shirt is soft on my back. His dick pokes my tight hole.

The need to fight either of them off is nonexistent.

This moment is bigger than anything I’ve ever experienced.

I’m shedding the guilt and self-loathing. I’msharingthem. I want to share my body with them. I want to give them everything.

“Next step is…” Damien’s hot breath on my shoulder only serves to intensify the pain there. As if he’s stoking the fire on my bite mark. “Hating us less.”

“I don’t hate you at all.” He knows that. Has to. “You kidnapped me. What did you expect? That I just roll over and be okay with it?”

“Don’t care anymore. This is now. And we’re taking care of you.” Rome’s voice is authoritative. Comforting. “We’re going to defile all of your holes. We’ll fuck the guilt out of you. Show you what a good girl you are. Have always been.”

“The unwarranted guilt.” Cold liquid hits the small of my back. I didn’t even see or hear Damien reaching for a lube, that’s how lost I am. “We’ll hurt you, Quinlan.” He massages my rim, teasing my hole. “We’ll hurt you so bad. You’ll never forget we’re more powerful than anything else in your life. That we’ll always be here to mend the broken pieces.”

We’re shifting on the bed, and I’m still on top of Rome, just facing the edge of the bed. I look up at the naked Liam. His abs have been carved in stone, and at the bottom, a light smattering of hair trails down to the length of him. To the throbbing cock he fists.

He winds his fingers in my hair, yanking on it while Damien probes into my ass. As Rome moves me up and down his body.

My eyes land on Liam’s face. On the vast scar that tells a story of a survivor. On his blazing eyes. A fighter’s eyes. A protector’s eyes.

“Weare going to be the only thing in your life,” he says at the same time Damien pushes a finger into me. I moan when he shoves it up to the last knuckle. “Starting today, little flame, the rest of the world is background noise.”

I could get used to this. Could get addicted to this. No.

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