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But he’s asking for it anyway. In a fucked-up, Damien fashion.

I wouldn’t have him any other way.

I’m shaking and moaning and Rome’s rubbing my clit so good that I almost black out. I’m still coherent, just the right amount to blink and breathe out a “yes” for Damien.

I barely get the word out and he’s in. Damien’s hand wraps around the back of my head and he jerks his hips forward. Hits the back of my throat. Groans in pleasure while I choke on his length.

“Oh, fuck yes.” He holds me there, as much as the other men allow. Dragging his cock in and out of me. His pace is quick and punishing. There’s no reprieve in it. I don’t need a reprieve. Not from them.

“Look at those pretty lips wrapped around my dick. Suck me, Quinlan. Make it good. Yeah, just like that. With your tongue. Oh, Christ. Oh, fuck. Keep going. You’re doing so well.”

“Make her come.” I hear Liam, his voice strong. Possessive. Only it’s not me he’s talking to. It’s Rome who has his fingers on my clit. Who rubs me, forcing pleasure into me. “Need this perfect cunt to milk me. Need you tight and begging. I’ll fill you up when you come, Quinlan. Going to fuck babies into you.”

Liam’s dirty talk. The impossible stretch of my pussy. Damien debasing and owning my mouth.

My body can’t take another second of it. I lose control, a bright light bursting inside me. The entire room is being lit by it. The entire world. The universe.

I’m loud and breathless as I come. I’m shaking, floating, and I’ve never been more grounded.

“Such a good girl, little flame,” Liam groans, shoving me onto him as he spills inside me.

“Fuuuck.” Rome keeps thrusting into me as he shoots his load inside me, and there’s so much of both of him and Liam that they’re dripping out of me and down my thighs. “Take it, sweetheart. God. Fuck. Take every drop.”

“Eyes closed,” Damien grits out, tugging on my hair. “I’m going to finish on your pretty eyes. Claim every inch of your beautiful face. Make a mess of it. Be a good girl. Close. Your. Eyes.”

Damien’s not messing around. He doesn’t deliver idle threats, either. I’m aware of that by now. So I do what he says. I close my eyes.

“Dirty girl.” Damien’s hiss comes out while he’s spraying his hot cum on my eyes, my cheeks, my mouth.

While Rome is shoving his and Liam’s semen deep into my pussy. While Liam rises to suck and nip on my nipples, his mouth prolonging my orgasm.

“Our dirty girl.” Damien’s lips are on me, and he’s kissing me with his cum on my mouth. “I fucking love you.”

“So much,” Liam says, helping me to my back.

“And now you’re never going to forget it.” Rome presses a kiss to my clit that makes me gasp.

One of them is carrying me to bed. A minute or an hour later—I’m so high time doesn’t mean anything, not really—someone wipes a warm washcloth to clean my face. Another one cleans my thighs, my pussy, down my ass.

I open my eyes when they’re done, gazing at the three men in my bed.

“I love you.” I had to say it. Couldn’t allow myself to drift off without it.

I love them. I do.

Even more so, I’m theirs. I’m this woman who accepts love and relents control. A woman who would tear down the world for the men who captured her. Who are turning her into a butterfly.

Whoever hurt them better watch out.

These men aren’t alone anymore.

They have me. And I’ll help.

There’s nothing I won’t do for them. Nothing at all.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Quinlan

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