Page 157 of Quinlan

“No.”

“Yes.” Damien pulls out his finger. Comes back with two. He and Rome grab my hips, derailing my escape. “You’ve taken over our lives, darling.” He fucks my ass with his fingers, adding a third. “Taken over our every thought. Every breath. You’re the best part of our plan even though you shouldn’t have been. You are.”

Rome curls one strong hand to my throat, talking to me while Liam forces my eyes on him. “All we’re doing is taking over yours.”

Taking. Not asking or even demanding.

Taking.

This is addictive. This is soothing and liberating and everything I’ve ever wanted. It’s sick to like it. It’s more stupid of me to stop fighting.

These thoughts barrage into my head when Liam’s grip on my hair becomes excruciatingly painful. He forces my lips to his cock. Slaps my lips with the throbbing head.

I can’t say no to him. I don’t ever want to.

“Fuck,” he curses the moment my lips wrap around him. Curses some more when I gag and cough around the length he shoves into my mouth. “I didn’t mean to do this tonight.” Regret doesn’t stop him. If anything, he pushes his hips forward until I’m choking. “But then you cried so pretty for Rome. And now you’re begging for it. It’s so sweet, Quinlan.” He starts fucking my mouth, and Rome doesn’t let up on my throat. “You needing my cock in your mouth. I could never say no to you.”

Liam pulls out, the move abrupt. I don’t understand why he’s doing it. He’s silent, his eyes sliding to Rome. He’s telling him something I can’t hear. I can feel it, though.

Rome doesn’t just grip me anymore. With Damien’s help, the two men lift me up, then impale me on Rome’s dick. Filling me to the hilt.

The size of him knocks the air out of me.

“Goddamnit, you’re soaked,” Rome groans. Liam releases my hair only by a fraction. Only enough for Rome to bring my face to his for a brutal kiss. “You’re making a mess of my cock, sweetheart.” He starts pumping in and out of me, sinking Damien’s fingers deeper into me. “I fucking love it. You’re such a dirty slut. A perfect little thing. Tell me you know you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“But—”

Liam pulls on my hair. Threatening me.

Demanding that I see the truth. That I couldn’t save Blake even if I would’ve been able to get out and swim toward him. That I might’ve taken swimming lessons with Dad, but I was no lifeguard. I wasn’t strong enough to do anything else other than drown myself.

One coherent thought after the other barrel into me. That’s what the pain does to me. It clears my head. It makes seeing the truth as it is that much easier.

“I couldn’t do anything.”

“That’s a good girl.” The pressure on the roots of my hair loosens.

Rome grabs me, his kiss brutal. “You trust us.”

“All of us.” Damien’s fingers rub inside me with each roll of Rome’s hips. He’s smiling. I hear it. Then he bends to my ass and bites me. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl. Soours. You’re never leaving.”

The words send a thrill up my spine. They’re also a red flag.

I can’t be their captive for the rest of my life. They have to give me a way out, even if I’ll never, ever take it. They have to—

“Too quiet.” Liam yanks me up to look at him. “What’s that face for? Still having doubts?”

“I can’t be your captive forever.”

“The fuck you can.” Another bite from Damien.

Liam’s expression is severe. Every muscle in his face is pulled tight. “We’re not fucking around. You won’t be alone anymore. You’re not allowed to even think about it. Just like you won’t take the blame for something you didn’t do. Let me show you, good girl. Keep that mouth open for me. That’s it. That’s fucking it.”

Two fingers force themselves into my mouth, hooking behind the bottom row of my teeth. He forces me to open for him while he’s pulling on my hair.

My lips have no choice other than to part for him. They stay open when he releases my lip and holds his cock, shoving it into my mouth. I take him, every inch of him, down my throat. A salty bit has leaked on my tongue, and he’s delicious. The way he’s stretching my lips and his cock choking me is what I’ve needed and more. So much more.

“Ah, better.” He matches his thrusts to Rome’s rhythm. To Damien’s as his fingers fuck my ass. All three of them moveinside me as one. “Good girl. Take it. Yes, you’re so good, aren’t you, little flame? So fucking perfect.”

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