Page 184 of Quinlan

Someone comes at my back, his hand lacing around the front of my neck.

“That’s our good girl.” Liam kisses the same place he had a minute ago and goes back to join the others.

Another man arrives. His hands are on my cheeks, his grip firm. It hurts, his possessiveness.

It also gives me the biggest clue to who he is.

I keep my guess to myself, though. Don’t make a peep or tell them I know it’s Rome. My orgasm coils in my belly, and my lips tingle with anticipation.

He takes me, and I let him. I’m putty in his hands, quiet and submissive. I’m his, and I want it. All of him.

He’s hard, his tip is wet as he swipes it across my lips.

Fuck, he tastes good.

Then he fucks my face and I’m reduced to pure need. To aching desire. To a moaning, needy woman.

I’m nothing but theirs.

He groans, and it’s beautiful. Visceral. Part man, part animal.

Mine.

“Rome,” I breathe out. “You’re Rome.”

“Very good.” He bends toward me, his hands on either side of my neck. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, sweetheart. It was me the first time too.”

I gasp, narrowing my eyes, glowering at the darkness. “You tricked me. Again.”

“Tricked you?” He rips the blindfold off, his dark blue eyes the color of a storm. “I don’t remember anyone of us saying anything about you getting a different man each time. I could’ve been here, fucking your face, again and again and again. I could’ve had a lot of fun, messing with your head like that. I even considered it.” “Why?” I ask, though the answer is clear.

“Why?” I ask, though the answer is clear.

“Wanted you to recognize me.” He’s naked, moving to lie on the floor while pulling me on top of him. He’s teasing my clit. Pinching my nipple. His lips are on my shoulder. “Neededyou to recognize me.”

My ass burns, but I ignore the pain. I welcome it, leaning deeper into Rome and spreading my legs to straddle him. “Why did we stop? Damien?”

He and Liam walk up to us until they come into view. Liam’s cock is in his hand, and he’s stroking himself.

Damien’s still fully clothed. “You think you’re getting a pass from sucking me off, darling?”

“Maybe,” I poke the psycho bear.

Rome lines his cock to my pussy, shoving himself inside me. All the way in.

My pussy squeezes around Rome as he thrusts into me, as he reaches for my other nipple. Pinches and tortures me. I can hardly breathe. I still have to ask, “Did I do something wrong?”

Liam’s glaring at us, his gaze heated, hands curled into fists.

But it’s Rome who speaks. “Told you she’d love the belt.”

“I loved…” I suck in a breath. I’m spread open, pounded and used. I’m not vulnerable anymore. This is home. These men are home. “I loved having you in my mouth. And yes. The punishments.”

Liam, all hard planes and a heavy cock between his legs, lowers himself to the floor. He lies down next to us, his eyes moving between me to Rome. They’re having a private conversation while he fucks me.

Rome nods. Liam’s scar glistens, as do his eyes. He looks evil, as if he’s about to do something really bad. To cause damage.

“The belt on your ass will feel like nothing.” One hand on my hips, and he rips me away from Rome, hugging me to his chest.

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