Page 172 of Quinlan

We can’t allow her to go see them with him out there.

With him knowing I’m the one who has her.

He’d kill her. Or hurt her. Unacceptable.

The scars on my abdomen send a sharp pain through the rest of my body.

She has to stay in our penthouse. Nowhere else is safe for her.

“Okay, that was an easy fix.” Quinlan leans back in her chair, and I forget all about that bastard.

She’s braless, and when she’s sitting like that, it shows.

She fought us on that, even more so than she had about her parents.

“What if one of my clients wants a virtual conference?” Her hands were on her hips, her gaze accusing. “Could you at least let me put on a sweater?”

Quinlan knew we were watching her laptop. She’s aware of the consequences of disobeying us.

“You’ve been such a good girl.” Rome was at her front. His palm cupped her cheek, gripping her. Warning her. “But if you miss your punishments, we’re not opposed to the idea of making it happen. We’ll take great fucking pleasure from it, sweetheart.”

Gray eyes bounced across the room. Quinlan wasn’t pleading for help from any one of us. She was assessing if Liam and I were game too.

Our gazes and my sly smirk were her answer. We would, in fact, punish her. Gladly.

“It’s my job.”

“No virtual conferences today.” I moved to her side, my hand reaching to pull on her hair. Because I could. Because after years of feeling like my heart would never be whole again, I had her.

“But my business.” Such a sweet plea.

“Your business will be fine.” Liam tugged on the collar of her tank top, releasing one, heavy breasts. Her nipple peaked.

Mouthwatering.

“What will it be?” Liam held her breast in his palm, his thumb brushing her nipple. “Are you going to be good?”

“Please.” She inhaled deeply, goosebumps prickling her beautiful flesh.

“You can wear one tomorrow.”

Hesitation. Then this adorable frown curved her lips down again. “Why are you being assholes? I thought we were over this.”

“We’re only giving you what you want.” I burrowed my lips to the curve of her neck, kissing first, biting. Sucking on her throat until she screamed. “Or are you going to stand there and lie to us? It’s turning you on, being told what to do. What to wear.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Liar.” I moved out of the way in time to watch Rome’s fingers denting her cheek, rougher than before. He twisted her head to him, his lips and hers colliding.

Her screams turned into moans. It was beautiful.Shewas beautiful.

“Here’s an order for you. Tell me what happened to you. Both of you.” Her words were a breathless plea when Liam hauled her into his arms, folding her in a hug. A bone crushing one. He enjoyed the feel of her squirming.

Join the club.

“We’re together.” Her voice was a low growl. “You owe me an explanation. Many of them. You’re making me feel left out.”

“In two days, you’ll find out yourself,” Liam whispered, his mouth pressed to the top of her head. “Maybe Rome will have it in him tonight. Be patient.”

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