Page 217 of Quinlan

“I thought—”

“You thought nothing.” Damien pulls on her panties, slicing them right down the middle.

The flimsy material almost makes it to the floor when Damien snatches it. Sniffs it.

Shoves it into her mouth. She’s so beautiful, cheeks full and lips pressed together around her torn panties.

“Killing people together, it’s even more serious than making a vow,” he hisses, his fingers pinching her lips even tighter. “And we did it with you today. You’re going to keep being a good girl, darling. Trust that we’re never leaving.”

“That if we go, it’s so we could get you everything you want.” Rome’s rough, yanking the cups of Quinlan’s bra down, exposing her breasts to us. “What you need.”

He’s not wrong. And she’s gorgeous. Her nipples pink and hard and, God, fuck, I can’t stop obsessing over them. On whether I can make her come by sucking and flicking my tongue on them.

Damien’s less patient than Rome and I are, using the knife to tear her bra off. Pink and so delicious, I nearly abandon my mission.

“You might scream.” Damien twists his head to me, smirking, before he’s back to staring at her. “You might cry. You’ll definitely have marks on your skin for hours. More than these.” He traces a knuckle of her bandaged stomach, the gesture reverent. “Then again, isn’t that what you’re desperate for? Being our whore?”

She moans around her gag. She loves degradation, has learned to embrace just how much she gets off on it.

Damien throws the knife away from them. Together, he and Rome lead her to the bed.

“But first, I’ll make you feel good.” While Rome removes his T-shirt, Damien’s already on top of her, his hand on her clit. “So good. We need you wet. Need to make you come.”

He pins her arms over her head, with one hand on her wrists, the other between her spread legs. Stroking her pussy. Drawing moan after moan out of her. He’s worshipping her, pressing his body to her naked one. Licking her lips. Her cheeks are puffy with her panties stuffed in there.

“Such a pretty fuck doll.” I’m done being an observer. I move in next to a naked Rome. My hand cups her cheek, forcing her to look at me. “You can’t fight this anymore than you could fight the murderous little devil inside you.”

Her cheeks flush. Breath picking up. She’s close.

“Fuck doll,” Rome muses while his fingers twist and tug on one of her nipples, then the other. “I like the sound of that. Fitting. Such a perfect little fuck doll.”

While he might sound gentle, there’s no mistaking the edge in his voice.

“You know what I think?” My face is turned to him, my thumb stroking and digging into Quinlan’s cheek.

“What?” Damien asks, though I can’t be sure how much he cares for my answer.

His mouth is on the nipple that Rome doesn’t pinch and torture. By the sound of Quinlan’s scream, he’s biting her.

“Well?” Quinlan’s coming, and Rome’s talking to me like nothing’s happened. Almost.

He does that for her. She gets off on the humiliation. And she can see the outline of his hard cock in his jeans, just in case shehas any doubt about how much he loves her. How much he’s desperate to fuck her through her orgasm.

“I think she’s soaked,” I say.

Damien makes a low voice in the back of his throat as he sucks on her neck, agreeing with me as his fingers keep fucking her.

“You could act out on your fantasy, Rome.” Our eyes do that silent communication we’ve done for years. “Minus the dead parents part.”

“Deadmonsters,” he corrects, ridding himself of his jeans and briefs. “What do you say, Damien?”

Quinlan moans and wriggles in our hold. I remove the gag and press a finger to her swollen lips, silencing her. Her whimper against my skin is sweet. She’s fighting me just enough to prove to us that she’s trying to escape.

Damien pulls his fingers out of her, sucking on them while looking at us. “She could use the extra lube.”

“More lube?” Rome jerks his chin, a sign for Damien to move out of the way. Which he does. Rome gets on the bed, flipping her on her belly and moving her to the center. His open palm lands on her ass. On the backs of her thighs. “I’ll give you more lube.”

While he turns her ass red, I lose my clothes. Adjust the switch of the lamp at my bedside to the lowest light possible, for Damien. He should be able to be naked around her too.

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