Page 239 of Quinlan

“Oh, fuck. You’re soaked.” Damien lets out a virile, desperate moan. His jaw locks, his hands finding my hips, and then I’m all the way down. Impaled on his cock, struggling to catch my breath, I feeleverything. “You’re so good. Except it’s not enough to make it up to us.”

“Hold her in place,” Liam orders while I’m still thinking about how to answer Damien. “Steady.”

Damien and Rome listen. I’m there, pinned to Damien’s body, held down by Rome’s hands.

“Good.” Liam’s shadow disappears. He isn’t leaving, though—oh, no. He walks to my side, his fingertips lighting up the nerve endings on my back. “You’ve taken wax to your beautiful skin before.”

“Yes.” It hurt, that day. It created a stronger bond between us.

His fingers go lower, tapping the top of my butt. “Flip her on her back.”

This single command has the men spinning me. My back is to the floor and Damien’s a beast on top of me. Rome gets on his knees near my face, his blue eyes watching me as he pushes his pants down, as he relieves his cock from his boxer briefs. He’s throbbing, big, and a drop of precum wets the tip.

But he won’t fuck my face. He’ll wait. Liam is on his knees at my side, and his candle is going to mark me.

“Don’t hold back on your screams, darling.” Rome strokes himself, his hand gliding over the ridges of his length.

“I’d take that any day over your silence.” Damien rubs my clit, being soft. Purposefully so, to torture me.

“Please.” I sink my heels to the floor, attempting to rock myself against him. Encouraging him to shove himself into me. For any of them to do it.

“Not yet.” With a hand on my navel, he pushes me down.

“Please, fuck me.” My eyes fly between the three of them. “You’re torturing me. It’s not fair. It’s the worst. Please.”

Liam proves me wrong. Shows me it can in fact get worse when a drop of red wax lands between my breasts. Pain slices through me, and while I won’t die from it, it hurts. It’s so good.

“Pain can come in different ways.” Liam’s thumb rubs the wax into my skin when the second drop splashes on the spot right above it.

“Liam,” I grit out, staying in the moment. Staying with the pain.

“Good girl.” Rome slides a hand to cup the back of my neck, lifting my head up to smear his precum on my lips.

My attention splits between him and the wax on me. I’m being stretched and ripped and it’s wonderful. My tongue darts out to taste him on my lips, on his cock.

Right when Liam tortures me with another stroke of wax on one of my breasts. A bigger drop, by the feel of it. The first tears leak out of the corners of my eyes, sliding down my temples and to the floor.

“You’re beautiful like this.” Damien rocks into me, just a little.

“That’s it.” I tilt my head to Liam. His lips quirk to the side in an evil smirk that reaches his eyes. He’s been waiting for this, for the perfect moment. “That’s better. You’re being such a good girl, little flame. Taking it like the good fuck doll you are.”

“This is the only pain you’re allowed to feel. We’ll take care of the rest for you, darling.” Damien draws back, rocks his hips and isn’t anywhere near enough. It’ll only be enough when he splits me in half. “You’ll have everything. There’s no need to be sad. We’ve got you.”

He’s talking about how impatient I’ve been. How I do my best to carry the pain by myself. How I’m failing.

And how they understand.

“I get it.” My hips lift. Damien’s hand pushes me back down, his palm flat on my scars. “I get it.”

“I believe you.” Rome still holds my head up, his thumb caressing my cheek. “I’m not sure Liam does.”

“I’m not sold, no.” My other breast heats up as the wax makes contact again. And the other one, back and forth. On my navel. “Convince me, Quinlan.”

I can’t. My screams are being ripped from my chest.

Rome silences me, teasing my lips with his cock. Damien rocks in and out of me with more force. Liam’s painting me in wax.One drop after the other, he goes lower down my body. Each one of them is a show of love. Of possession.

They’re vicious. Focused. Gorgeous.

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