Page 17 of Quinlan

No more driving up to her house. No more stalking her where she went. My feelings shifted as soon as she turned eighteen. I wanted to touch her. To have her.

I would’ve, and it was a risk.

It was too early for her to meet me. For me to kidnap her.

The three of us needed more money, more influence. More time to execute our revenge plan.

We have it now.

And I. Had. Her. Her pulse raged beneath my fingertips. Her back arched to me when I locked her between the wall and my body.

These few stolen minutes with her were all it took for me to lose it.

Images of her on her knees. Her nails digging into my thighs. Lips wrapped around my cock. Her throat gagging around me.

Quinlan would definitely use those fists on me then.

She’d punch me and take it. She could even punch me when I made her come. When I’d bury myself in her pussy. I’d welcome it.

I’d keep fucking her still.

Her self-defense classes would amount to nothing against me. Against us.

A smirk curves my lips up. This isn’t a part of the plan, fucking her.

The plan has been to mess with her head. The three of us were supposed to bump into her. Make her question her sanity before her meeting at BLF. Before we took her.

Rex would freak out. Stealing her from him would be even worse. It’d destroy him.

Then we’d rub it in his ugly face. Pretend like we’re violating her.

Quinlan passed between us would be the last thing he’d see before I put an end to his miserable existence.

I’ve wanted to have her. Fuck yes, I have. Nights of jacking off to the feed from her shower are proof of that.

But up until now, I haven’t thought about doing it without caring whether she consented or not.

And I’m not the only one. I’ve noticed the way Liam and Rome stroke her pictures. How they look at her with as much emotion as I do.

Twisted emotion, sure. Emotion nonetheless.

We weren’t supposed to fall for her. I highly doubt she’ll fall for us after everything.

Oh, who cares. I’ll worry about that later.

I’m too worked up to think of anything other than her body wrapped around me.

She yelled at me. Raged when I didn’t give her my name.

She wanted me. Even if it was for a moment.

My smirk grows wider the closer I get to where I parked my SUV. The right thing to do would be to drive straight home. Get back to the unanswered calls and texts that must be blowing up my phone.

I won’t go home. I will, however, check my phone.

Of course. Two missed calls from Liam, three from Rome.

There are two texts in the group chat, too.

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