Page 183 of Quinlan

“Making us wait will land you five strokes,” Damien teases. I bet he’s smirking. “Please give me an excuse to have fun with the belt.”

Neither of them sounds breathless, like he’s been forcing himself into my mouth. That only leaves… “Liam.”

The first blow to my ass hurts the most. It’s the surprise, the shock. I stumble forward, and before I collapse to the floor, there’s a hand on the side of my neck.

“Wouldn’t want to get your beautiful nose broken,” Liam whispers. “Even though I really feel like hurting you right now. Mistaking me for someone else…” He tsks. “We’ll have to amend that. I’ll be fucking your mouth a lot more in the future, little flame.”

His voice is warm and smooth. His grip on me is brutal.

The things his voice does to me soften the worst of the pain.

If only for a second.

“Two, three.” Damien’s the one administering the blows. “Four…” He pauses, torturing me. Then he continues. Ten blows in total.

I promised myself I wouldn’t cry anymore tonight. Could swear I was done with the tears.

Laughable. I’m fucking laughable.

Hot, salty rivers pour from my eyes and down my cheeks. I’m soaking the tie, and it clings to my face. The pain in my ass is horrible. The humiliation stings just as badly. The way I crave it stings even worse. This is the worst.

This is the absolute best I’ve ever felt.

“Such a good girl,” Liam praises. It doesn’t change things. Doesn’t lessen the pain and embarrassment. His tongue on my tears does nothing to lessen it. I keep hurting. Keep crying.“Concentrate harder, little flame. You know us. You know you do.”

My chin wobbles. “Who was it?”

It’s Rome’s turn to laugh. A clipped, wicked laugh. “No.”

“Please,” I say to Liam. To the next man to yank at my hair. “Please.”

Please, I’ll do better. Please, I’ll call next time.

Please, don’t stop.

The man who takes my mouth next is gentler than the one before him. Barely. His grunts are louder, more feral. His precum leaks into my mouth, straight down my throat and I swallow it hungrily.

My lust and need and love are fierce. Except this isn’t the time to just be used. They’re doing this for a reason.

I’m reminded of Liam’s words.Concentrate harder, little flame.

I try. I do.

Yes, here it is. These groans. These sounds that are only his. The texture of his cock and the shape.

I recognize him.

Thisis Liam. It couldn’t be anyone else.

He pulls out, presses his lips to my tattoo, and walks back to the other two.

“Liam,” I blurt out.

“You sure about that?” Rome taunts.

One of the other men slaps the belt to his palm, or another part of their bodies. A warning.

“Yes.” I’m not deterred. That was Liam.

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