Page 185 of Quinlan

Our eyes connect, and oh, how I love him. He also scares me to death. That doesn’t stop me from stroking his scar. From putting my lips to it. Licking it. I kiss every inch of Liam’s mangled skin. This isn’t me, trying to show him that he doesn’t disgust me.

I’m sucking on him because I can’t stop. Because it’s a beautiful part of him.

And I love him.

The man who holds me like he wants to hurt me lets out rough, manly moans. His cock jerks between us, and he puts a hand to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. My tongue explores more of him, and I’m moaning with him. The feel of him is addictive.

I’m obsessed.

He breathes hard, lowering us to the floor, positioning me on top of him.

Rome is behind me again, rubbing my ass, my hips, my waist.

Liam yanks me by the hair, forcing me up to look at him. “What we’re going to do will hurt that much more than the belt.”

I blink. Clench my ass. That’s where it hurts the most, right? I’m not used to their size in my pussy, and it’s that much more painful when they take my ass. Especially since there’s no lube in sight.

“Relax.” Rome runs his thumb on my tight hole. “I won’t touch your precious ass tonight.”

Damien, who’s been relatively quiet, descends to the floor. I gaze up at his sapphire eyes, at his mussed brown hair. Then he takes himself out and his cock is in my face, hard and veiny and perfect. I open my mouth, begging for him. He’s that beautiful. That hot.

“They’re taking your cunt.” He denies me of himself, shoving three fingers into my gaped mouth instead. His smirk is the cruelest it’s ever been. “Both of them.” In and out his fingers go, silencing my chokednos.“They’ll stretch you so pretty. Make your pussy weep. Put babies inside you.”

Damien isn’t jealous. He’s possessive and territorial even when they share me.

A sharp pain cuts through my lust haze. Liam’s teeth are on my breast, nipping, biting. His hands are on my hips, lowering me over his hard cock. Impaling me on his length.

“Ah, fuck, you have such a hot cunt, baby.” He drags me over his length. Taking my breath away. “So tight. We’ll have so much fun hurting you. Make you take us like that”—thrust—“like you’re a fuck doll. Like you’re ours.”

“You’re getting my cock last, darling.” Damien’s gaze flickers from me to Rome. “I love your teeth on me. But you might bite my dick off when Rome goes all the way in. When he and Liam stretch you so wide, you can’t see straight. And I can’t have that. See, I’m very much addicted to fucking you with it.”

Rome chooses that moment to add two fingers inside my pussy. Liam groans, the sound low, like he’s trying to hide it. His hands on my hips push me harder on him, rubbing my clit on his abdomen.

I tear myself from Damien, watching Liam gritting his teeth.

“It’s okay to like that,” I whisper between moans. “Having Rome’s fingers on you.”

Honestly, I wouldn’t mind if they loved each other that way. There’s nothing more natural than that. Than love. Rome doesn’t take out his fingers. He probably doesn’t care, either. That’s how much he loves friend.

“Of course it’s okay.” Liam’s face remains stony. Everything about him is, except his eyes. Except his fingers on my face. “But it’s not like that. I—fuck, the pressure. Can’t you feel it?”

When Rome pulls out, I gasp. The sting from having him there has turned into pleasure, and now I miss him there. So bad.

“I did. When he was there.”

Slap.

“Brat.” Rome’s palm lands on me a second time, connecting to the wounded parts of me. Where I’m sore from the belt. “Did we say you’re allowed to complain?”

On the third time, I howl in pain. “No, I—”

“I nothing.” Damien’s there to tug on my hair. “You’ll behave, Quinlan. Because you know us. You. Know. Us. We’re notnice. We’re not gentle. But we will be there for you. Every”—Liam punctuates each of Damien’s words by thrusting up, going deeper—“single”—Rome spanks me with the back of his hand, his rough knuckles scraping my wounded skin—“time.”

I cry out. I scream. I’m wet and close. I’m being held down by three men who own me. Who are willing to give me everything.

They’re insane. They’re exactly what I’ve needed all these years.

When the pain Rome administered subsides and his hand is stroking instead of destroying me, my vision clears.

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