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I palm both her breasts, taking pleasure in my handiwork. At the wax covering her skin. At Quinlan’syes, please, more. Just like Rome ordered her.

“Our sweet, dirty girl.” I get on top of her, straddling her face. “You’re going to give Rome his fantasy.” I shove her bottom lip down, tap the damp head of my dick to her lips. “Suck, little flame.”

Her tongue peeks out for me, and I jerk my hips forward. In one shove, I’m all the way in, groaning at the resistance from the back of her throat. I wish I could let go completely. Be harsh and unrelenting. But it’ll hurt Rome.

So I’m restraining myself. Barely. I flatten a hand on the headboard, placing another one behind her head. I feel Rome, and it doesn’t bother me. All I care about is their pleasure. My friends’ and hers.

Mine.

It’s an indescribable kind of pleasure too, to thrust into her like this. To have her lips wrapped around my cock, feel her moans vibrating on my hard length. Tears run down her temples and she gags so beautifully for me.

This is love. This is everything. This is—

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming.” The pressure in my balls is overwhelming. My stomach coils, my muscles straining.

“She’s coming with you,” Damien says, and she does moan louder. Her lips do close on me, squeezing me.

I’m too far gone to turn around and watch him pleasuring her.

Too far gone to look anywhere else but her face. I see her wide pupils and the need that burns like a red, vibrant flame on her features.

The sounds she makes are more like screams as her orgasm ripples through her. That’s when I lose it and finish inside her mouth. Spilling myself down her throat. Releasing more when she gags on me.

“That’s it.” I pull out, my eyes glued to her throat as she swallows. “Every drop. Such a good fuck doll. Such a good girl.”

I move off her, kissing her as my friends groan and use her. Pleasure her. They grunt their orgasms and empty themselves in her pretty little cunt. In her sweet little ass.

I’m so turned on that I could start all over again. Except I care for her. I love her. She’s our priority, and she needs the rest.

We carry her to the bath. We look after her. We hug her until she falls asleep.

We. Love. Her.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Quinlan

“Hey, stalkers.” I waveat my camera on my laptop, my smile wide. “I’m heading downstairs for lunch. No need to have a coronary.”

I wish I was exaggerating.

Ilovethat I’m not exaggerating.

Two days ago, it just about happened. They almost had a heart attack for real. That’s how mad they were about my disappearance.

We’d had the best week up to that point. A full week after we’d killed Rome’s parents.

Seven days of training with Rome in the gym. Damien and I had spent hours teasing each other and cuddling. He’d bite and torture me while I told him about my day. My feelings. Liam, man, he’d been so sweet and affectionate then would wake me up in the middle of the night. His cock would be shoved down my throat, his watchful eyes gouging for my reaction. For my terror.

The rest always joined him. Always.

So who could blame me for thinking I was no longer their captive?

No one.

No one but them.

One trip to the living room and all hell broke loose. Apparently, they didn’t like me out of sight for too long. I wanted to watch the city and imagine what they might look like at that moment, in their office.

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