Page 218 of Quinlan

“Rome, no, I—”

“Little flame.” I’m on my knees beside her. My hand clamps on the back of her neck, shoving her head to the pillow. “Haven’t we been clear?”

Her eyes widen in terror. She makes it look so real. “About what?”

Damien finally strips on the other side of Quinlan, where she can’t see him. He’s back on the bed, naked, running his fingeralong the curve of her spine. Evoking tremors as Rome slaps and slaps and slaps her ass.

“The wordnoisn’t a part of your vocabulary anymore.” Damien leans in to bite on her shoulder while Rome spreads her butt cheeks. “The wordfirewill stop this, though. In case it gets too much.”

For me. He does that for me.

“Fire?” She gapes at me.

“Yes,” Damien says.

Rome yanks her hips up, fingering her pussy. She moans and groans into my palm, gasping when he pulls them out of her.

She screams when he shoves two soaked fingers into her tighter hole. Groans and grips the pillow as he stretches her. Breathes harder when he spits on her crack, rubbing his saliva into her.

“That’s enough lube for you, sweetheart?” He’s being cruel. It turns her on, her hips pushing back on him.

“Answer him,” I growl.

“No,” she whispers, licking her lips. Defiant little thing.

My head shakes. “That word again.”

“And after all this time, you still lie to us. Begging us to punish you.” Damien adds a finger to Rome’s two, spitting on them, lubing her some more. Stretching her to accommodate them. “Such a slut for pain.”

“I’m not lying.” She’s panting. Her eyes dark. She’s definitely lying.

I get the bottle of lube at the bedside table, throwing it on the bed. That’s for later. Now, I press a finger between her thighs.

Goddamn it.

“Dripping. Our lying fuck doll is soaked.”

“Oh, God.” Eyes rolling, she finally relents. Finally admitting to how much she needs this.

“Playtime is over.” Rome rolls over on his back, dragging her on top of him.

Her back presses to his chest, and I’m quick to turn her face to me and away from Damien. She won’t be able to see him, not when it’s this dark. I do it anyway.

Rome pops the top on the lube bottle, squirting a healthy dose on his cock, stroking it. He holds the base, his other arm looped around Quinlan’s waist.

“I want that pretty ass riding me,” he murmurs into her ear. “Or there will be consequences.”

“You’re so big,” she squirms when the head of his cock slides into her. “It hurts. Please, Rome.”

“That’s the whole point.” He pulls on her hair, his palm on her stomach pushing her lower. “You need it rough. Need the pain. I need it.”

“You only have yourself to blame.” Damien positions himself between her spread legs, spitting on her clit. Rubbing her. Pinching her. “Since you’re the one who chose to lie to us.”

Her screams and gasps for air would never get old. I’ll never get used to this.

“I can still see Rome’s dick, Quinlan.” My palm rests on her stomach, in the space above Rome’s hand. “You’re being a brat. It’s going to cost you.”

“He’s too big,” she repeats, her small fingers clawing at my chest. At my arm.

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