Page 160 of Quinlan

“Good girl.” Damien strokes my ass.

“Got any fight left in you?” The corner of Liam’s lips tips up. “Thinking about that white picket fence? About us telling you that you’re free to leave ever?”

“No.” My hair clings to my face. Liam brushes it behind my ear. “You took everything. You gave me everything back. I don’t want you to give me the option to go away. I’m so happy.”

The emotional pain that’s filled up this room before they fucked me isn’t gone. It’s here, still bleeding from our hearts. Clinging to the walls. Soaking the bed sheets. But it’s not suffocating me. Either of us.

Rome releases my throat, helps me off his cock and hugs me into him. “We only took what you were willing to give.”

“Please.” I’m confused. Who knows what I’m begging for?

Liam. He knows. He lifts me from my armpits, helps me to my back on the bed.

Damien’s standing next to me, tucked in and dressed. I’m naked with his cum and Rome’s leaking from me. He smirks. A picture of cocky confidence and warmth.

My heart beats twice as fast for him. For them.

“Whatever you want. Whatever you need. Other than leaving.” His knuckles trace the dried tear streaks on my cheeks. “You’re not going anywhere.”

I’m all talked out. I need him, though, so I outstretch my hand for Damien to hold. His much larger one clasps around mine. His fingers close on my shaking palm, squeezing. Comforting.

Rome’s lips and scruff graze my cheek when he kisses me, and then he’s up and out of the bed. The bed dips a moment later, and a warm cloth is pressed to my thighs. Wiping both my holes clean.

But it’s not Rome who’s next to me.

“There you go, little flame.” Liam’s gentle when he cleans me. The change in him makes me sigh. Makes me turn my head to him. Brush his hair off his forehead, and giggle when it bounces back.

“It won’t be tamed.”

He gives me a meaningful look, his lips twitching. “Reminds me of someone.”

“Maybe.”

I close my eyes for a second. I can swear it’s only a second. Except when I open them, the three men stand next to each other and the covers are pulled over me.

My lungs constrict. I can’t be here by myself. I don’t know how I know it, I just can’t. “You’re leaving?”

“What’s this?” Liam tilts his head. “You’re asking us to stay?”

I nod.

“Hmm.” Damien gazes at me as if he’s trying to decide whether I deserve it. “Beg for it.”

Neither Liam nor Rome tells him he’s being cruel. They’re equally resolute.

Exactly what I’ve been craving for years. The meanest men out there to chase away my demons. Men who’d eventually need me as much as I need them. If they don’t already.

“Please, stay.” My plea is the sincerest thing to ever leave my lips. “Please, come to bed. I just…please.”

They exchange looks—the assholes. But only for a second.

Without another word, they shrug off their clothes down to their boxers. Well, Liam and Rome do. Damien crawls under the covers of the bed first with his clothes on.

Soon enough, the two others join us.

Tomorrow, I might regret breaking down. Giving them all of me. Taking so much that I feel like I can’t sleep by myself.

Tomorrow, I might want it even more.

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