Page 20 of Quinlan

“Fuck,” she sighs, her head bowing.

Her hair hides her face. Which is fine. I have every inch of her face ingrained into my mind.

And I get to hear her. Her moans. Her hushed curses.

She’s a virgin, our Quinlan. Doesn’t mean she’s innocent. She knows what she wants. The way she rubs herself, the way she gets off. I make it just in time to come with her, to groan inside my car and shoot my load in my palm.

When I have her, it won’t be fast. I’ll stretch it for minutes that’ll feel like hours. Deny her orgasms, if I’m in the mood. Make her come so hard she cries for me.

If she’ll allow Liam and Rome to take her, they’ll do the same.

Because that’s the fucking point, right? The new one.

Take her. Fuck with her. Make her addicted to us despite herself.

I’m not sure why there’s so much torture set in my plans for her. She’s my savior.

I just fucked my hand in my car because of how much I need her. Came so hard I saw stars.

She’s the only thingheloves.

Rex will be in agony, imagining all the ways my friends and I are violating his dearest half-sister.

I should be satisfied with that. I’m not.

All of her. That’s what I want. That’s what I’ll have.

The revenge on its own isn’t cutting it anymore.

I grab a tissue from the glove compartment, wipe my hand clean, and start the car. The wheels screech when I press on the gas and peel out to the road. I blend into traffic. Get lost between other cars and drive straight ahead.

I’m heading home.

Or… No.

There’s one stop before I go home. Maeve’s. Where I’ll be reminded exactly why I can’t kidnap Quinlan this fucking minute. Why I’ll never deviate from our plan.

The bastard’s in there. Rex moves around the café, cleaning the place up, helping Wayne, the brown-haired server.

Yeah, I know their names. Our private detectives were ordered to deliver us every single detail about our targets. Our job was to memorize them.

Rex shouts at the poor guy. I can’t hear him, but his face contorts, triggering the worst memories of my life.

The scars on my abdomen come to life.

Strengthening my resolve.

We’ll have our revenge. Then we’ll have the girl.

We’ll make her love us. I wasn’t sure before. I am now.

She’s a fiery little thing. A toy I already enjoyed playing with. A woman I’ll gladly defile.

She’ll fight us on it.

She might not approve of our revenge plan.

She won’t have a choice in the matter.

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