Page 219 of Quinlan

A pause. I give her these seconds to sayfire.

Her lips twitch, offering me the tiniest smirk for a moment.

“You can take it.” I shove her down on his length. He rocks his hips, and I keep helping her down, telling her what a good girl she is, such a perfect fuck doll, how beautiful she is taking his cock in her ass.

As soon as he’s fully seated inside her, Damien slams into her pussy.

“Fuck,” she screams, her nails tearing at the skin of my arm.

“That’s right.” Damien’s hands are on her thighs, rocking into her in a punishing rhythm. Just like Rome does beneath them. All the time, I force her to look at me. Only me. “We’re fucking you, darling. You’re taking us so well.”

My erection is painful. I’m hard and throbbing. Aching for Quinlan from head to motherfucking toes.

I want to play out Rome’s fantasy. And mine.

“Don’t move.” She nods at my order. “Keep your beautiful face right where it is.”

“Yes.”

She’ll keep her word; I know she will. That’s what makes it easy for me to turn and stalk to my closet. Come back with my Zippo and the candles I bought just for her.

When I return, I have to subdue the urge to stay in place and watch the two of them fucking her. How they pin her between them. How she stares directly at me like I ordered.

Not today. Probably not ever again.

“I’m going to mark you, little flame.” The weight of my Zippo is familiar in my palm. The added candle…less so. “Your breasts… Black and blue and red from Damien’s teeth and Rome’s fingers. All that’s missing there is me.”

“Liam.” She’s terrified, desperate for this, and I haven’t even touched her. “Yes. No. Please.”

“Yes, sweetheart.” Rome looks over her head at what I’m doing while he thrusts into her ass. “The answer is yes. More.”

They’re all watching me now.

Flick. A flame comes to life. The wick of the red wax play candle catches fire and I fling the Zippo to somewhere behind me. I aim the candle to one of Quinlan’s breasts, the one closest to me.

“Ready?”

“I don’t know.” Her words are chopped, the sounds of bodies slapping together filling the room.

“Doesn’t matter.”

My gaze flickers between our girl’s pouty, parted lips, the melting wax, and—

“Oh, fuck.” Her back arches, though there’s nowhere for her to go. Nowhere with Rome and Damien holding her between them. Fucking her. Owning her. And now me. “Oh,fuck, Liam, it hurts so bad.”

“Give it a second.”

Teary, accusing eyes stare at me. “How would you know?”

“I jacked off to your photos, little flame.” I reach with the candle for her other breast. The second drop of wax to land on her, making her gasp. Making her scream. “I tested this brand on myself while I did. Came the hardest I’ve ever come in my life. Until I fucked you.”

My lips press and I blow out the candle. Throw it to the floor. I’ll clean it up later.

She groans behind clenched teeth, but her nipples are just as hard. And yes—that’s what I wanted. She’s coming. Crying and begging, her body shaking in my friends’ hold.

“Fuck, yes.” Rome’s hands grip Quinlan’s hips, shoving her deeper onto him. “That’s a good girl.”

“That’s a fucking good girl,” Damien adds, his thumb stroking her clit, stretching out her orgasm.

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