Page 216 of Quinlan

“You’ve been such a good girl today.” Rome’s chin is on her shoulder, his thumb on the button of her jeans. He could snap it open. Shove Quinlan’s jeans to the floor.

He won’t.

“Helping me out.” Quinlan’s wise to stay very still when he tugs on her jeans, separating them from her belly. “Showing me you paid attention in our session yesterday.”

“I did.”

She pretends to be wary of Rome and us. A pretense is all this is. Her head falls back to his shoulder. Her hands careful as she places them on his forearms.

“Such a good girl.” Damien advances on them.

His deviant gaze evokes whimpers from her. I think she might actually be scared of the creepy smirk stretching his lips. It turns him right the fuck on. He stops in front of her, towering over her on purpose.

He likes her scared. He likes the knife Rome’s holding close to her jeans.

“The way Joseph’s blood sprayed on your face.” He strokes her cheek, a light touch before he grips her by the jaw. “Got me so fucking hard, darling. I would’ve fucked you then and there. Any hole you’d have offered. I’d fucking take it.”

Her face has been cleaned since. We all went in for a quick shower in Rome’s old bedroom and changed into an identical set of clothes we walked in with. Clean ones. Our men brought a bag over so we wouldn’t raise suspicions once we left the building. They swiped the bathroom clean after we left, too.

But much like Damien, I haven’t forgotten how she hit Joseph. How hard the blow was. How blood splatters painted her cheeks like a vicious queen. The Red Queen.

“I was so close to having you there.” A couple of sawing into the jeans, and Rome slices through the waistband. “Fuck, sweetheart. If Anne wouldn’t have been there…” He pauses, rolling his hips. Smirking as the knife teases Quinlan’s panties. “I’d have fucked you on top of their corpses. Move them next to each other, made a makeshift bed out of these fuckers. Would’ve spread your legs and desecrated their bodies by sucking on your clit until you wept.”

He keeps slicing her jeans until his hand can’t reach any lower.

Watching my friends scare and defile Quinlan gets me so fucking hard. Makes me fucking throb. I stroke myself, keeping my distance. For now.

At her crotch, Rome hands the knife over to Damien.

I’m harder in an instant as soon as Damien kneels before her. When he looks like he’s about to go down on our girl. Except heisn’t there to eat her out. He’s on his knees to gain access to the leg of her jeans.

He’s careful as he cuts along her inner thigh, tearing the fabric. He pushes the ripped pieces down to her calf, her ankle.

“What else would you have done to her?” There’s a single drop of blood just above her knee. I groan at the sight of Damien licking it off her. At the sound of her moaning for him. “You would’ve shared her, wouldn’t you?”

Her thighs clench, breath hitching. The subtle gestures could’ve gone unnoticed by another man. Someone who didn’t care about her. A man who hasn’t fantasized about her day and night for years.

By a fool.

The tick in Rome’s jaw says he’s noticed, same as I have. Damien’s grip on her naked thigh is his dead giveaway. And while I can’t see myself, I have no fucking doubt it shows on my face. Fire flicks behind my eyes. In my chest.

“No.” Rome stares at me. “I would’ve called Liam to brutalize your pretty mouth with his cock.”

Damien gets up, his hand on Quinlan’s cheek. She parts her lips for him. I keep stroking myself, not minding one fucking bit that I’m being watched by them too.

“Would’ve flipped you on your side.” Rome continues, his hand trailing along her belly. “You would’ve been so wet. I’d drag your arousal to your ass. Stretched you with two fingers before I spread you wider with my cock.”

Quinlan’s eyes land on my hand. On the slow movements and the erection straining my jeans. She might be expecting me to take my Zippo out. Or my cock.

I won’t.

Today is all about Rome.

“Liam.” Her hesitation—her fear—are such a fucking turn-on. This won’t be the last time she’ll sound like this tonight. “You’re too far.”

“What’s this? You? Ordering me?” I fake indifference.

It works. She winces. Winces harder when Rome slides his hand around her neck and squeezes.

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