Page 186 of Quinlan

The head of Damien’s cock is on my lips. There’s not a part of me that isn’t burning for him. For them.

He smears his arousal on my lips. On the skin around my mouth.

Liam is being ruthless when he moves his hands to my hips, fucking me harder. I hear Rome spitting, and since it doesn’t land on me, I assume it’s his palm. I’m so hot. Inferno levels hot.

My lips part, and I’m groaning with relief when Damien shoves himself into my mouth. My tongue swirls around the tip, claiming the salty taste of him for myself. It can’t be helped more than I can’t stop breathing.

“You’re beautiful when you’re desperate.” Damien pulls out, flicking his gaze behind me. “Want me to tell you what Rome’s doing?”

“Please.”

Liam’s cock pounds deep into me. His thrusts are slow, but that doesn’t make him any less aggressive. He fucks me like he hates me. That’s how much he loves me.

“Tell me.”

“He’s stroking his cock.” The bright sapphire in Damien’s eyes darkens. “Getting it wet for you. Wasted effort.”

Rome makes a choked sound that I’m too high to understand. He nudges himself to me and Liam stops moving us, his hands firm on my shaking body.

Damien’s attention is back on my face. “They’re going to rip you in half, wet or not.”

Rome groans, louder now. Pushes an inch of himself into me.

“That’s a good girl.” Liam helps him, moving me on top of him. Changing the angle so another inch of Rome slips in.

“No, no. I didn’t mean it before. I get it now.” My speech is frantic, my eyes darting low, searching for Liam. Damien won’t save me from this pain. From this intense pleasure that reaches behind my eyes. “You’re huge. Both of you. Please. More lube. Or another—” My lungs empty when Rome sinks farther inside. “Another day.”

Damien tips my head up. “No can do.”

“You’re having us.” Rome runs a hand over the curve of my ass. While he does, he pulls out, only a little. Tricking me into believing he’s about to offer me relief.

He doesn’t. He rolls his hips, sliding deeper into her. “Fuck. I don’t think I can stop.”

“He won’t.” Liam starts rocking me on him, treating me like a doll. A really, truly loved doll. “Neither of us will.”

“Don’t worry, darling.” Damien’s wink is no less wicked than his smirk. “They’ll make it fit.”

“Relax for me.” Rome’s not asking. He’s ordering. “Liam and I are going to fuck you together. It’s happening. Oh,fuck, you feel good. Our good girl.” He’s so big that I’m not sure how much more of him I can take. “Let me in. Let me use your sweet little cunt, Quinlan.”

“Deep breath.” Damien’s watching Rome. “He’s done waiting.”

Rome slams all the way inside me. No amount of breathing could’ve prepared me for this. My vision blurs at the edges as my body tries to accommodate him and Liam.

They aren’t giving me time to adjust to their girths, though. As soon as Rome is balls deep inside me, both of them start pounding into me.

They groan together, moving me and themselves in a rhythm that shouldn’t make sense, except it does. They know my body better than I do. Know my heart better than I do.

And in their merciless, agonizing thrusts, they hit every pleasure spot. The sparks of pain become a relief, and then yes, yes, yes, it’s pleasure.

Their strokes are brutal as they stretch me, and I’m grateful. So fucking grateful to be theirs.

They take and take, and I’m being used. I love being used.

By them.

“My turn.” Damien’s fingers pry my mouth open wider. He’s glaring at me, and I see it. That loss of control. A surge of pride lights me from the inside out. I made him this way. He’s mine. “You’re going to be a good little slut for me. A hole to use. You’ll let me fuck your mouth however I want.”

My consent isn’t needed. He himself said he’s not a nice guy.

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