Page 199 of Quinlan

“I do?” she asks, her feet pinned to Damien’s ass.

I watch her kiss him while I jerk off to the two of them fucking on the counter. He’s being cruel, biting on her bottom lip as mercilessly as he does.

“Well.” His thumb slides to her clit and rubs while Liam tucks himself in, perching his hip on the counter. “I haven’t tasted your tightest hole. Yet.”

“Damien.” It’s a moan and a gasp and fuck, that’s hot.

“Quiet.” He yanks on her hair, lowering her to the counter. Flattening her back on it. Towering over her. Slamming into her. “I’ll do whatever I want. Take whatever I want from you. If I want to circle your rim with my tongue until you scream and cry and beg to be pounded there, guess what, darling?”

Her eyes look at him as if he hung the moon. “You’ll do it.”

“I will.” Damien doesn’t look anywhere except Quinlan’s face when he’s grasping for the knife.

Liam shoves the handle into his palm, and Damien puts the tip of the blade to her stomach. He slows his thrusts, carving and identical, parallel line to Liam’s.

The knife slices through her soft belly, and she’s being so sweet about it. Slapping her hands to the counter, she mumbles “yes” over and over again.

“I’ll always be here.” Damien puts his lips to the tip of the knife, sucking on her blood.

When it’s clean, he throws it to the side, pressing his finger to her open wound.

At that, she screams.

At that he smirks at her, sucking on his bloodied finger. “Always. Say it.”

“You’ll always be here.” Quinlan covers his hands that are on her hips now.

Her fingernails grasp on to him, but it doesn’t help to keep her body from swaying on the counter. Not when Damien’s driving into her as hard as he does.

His name on her lips is the start of her second orgasm. Her eyes shut as her teeth grind, and she whimpers, “It hurts. It hurts to come again.”

“Eyes on me,” he grits out. I can barely hear him with my cock begging to be inside her and my hand pumping myself. “Eyes on me when you come, Quinlan. When I’m putting babies inside you.”

She’s being good again. God, is she good, doing what he says, pinning her feet to his ass when she comes. Never taking her gaze off him. She comes harder when a string of curses comes from him, when he jerks his hips and spills himself inside her.

He picks Quinlan up, presses their foreheads together. His fingers thread into her hair and he breathes slowly, his expression serious. “I love you. I. Love. You.”

“I love you too, Damien.”

I’m patient until I’m not. My grip on her neck and thighs is a punishing, bruising one. I take her, or it’s Damien handing her over to me. Anyway, she’s mine now. I push two fingers into herpussy andfuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She’s wet, her arousal mixed with Damien’s and Liam’s cum.

“You’re sucking me in.” I’m impatient. I’m ruthless. I’m on a goddamn mission to split Quinlan in half. “You have all this cum in you, but your pussy is still begging for more. Haven’t they hurt you enough, sweetheart?”

“No. Rome, I need you.” Quinlan offers herself to me and I bend for her. I’ll fucking bend for her for the rest of my life. “I need you too.”

I nip and suck and lick one nipple, moving to the other one once I’m satisfied I’ve administered enough pain. That I’ve turned her swollen breast red around Damien’s bite marks.

“You’re going to give me another orgasm, Quinlan.” She’s back there, splayed out on the counter. The knife is in my hand, I don’t know who put it there. Don’t care.

What I care about are her spread legs. Her swollen pussy.

One thrust and—fuck me. Fuck. It feels like home, being inside her. Wet and hot andyes.

“I can’t.” The terror in her voice is real and sexy as fuck.

“I’m not finishing unless you do.” I pin her to the counter with a hand on her pussy, my thumb rubbing circles on her soaking clit. “I’ll fuck you for hours. Screw my revenge plan. Screw everything. I’m not coming without you.”

Quinlan shakes her head, her thighs trembling. Her body will give me what I want, even if she thinks it’s impossible. Nothing’s impossible when we’re the ones demanding it from her. Our little captive will give us everything.

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