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His attention moves from my face down my wax covered body. Red. The color of blood. The color of war.

The color of love.

“Still so tight.” Liam’s thick cock stretches me, his fingers digging into my ass and holding it up. His cock thrusts ruthlessly into me while Rome keeps fucking my mouth with his fingers. “After all this time. Little flame. Look at you. Tight and soaked like your cunt forgot that I own her. I own every hole in your body. And when I come inside you? I’ll fuck babies in there. You’ll be swollen with them. Always.”

His gruff voice and barely contained pleasure have my stomach coiling. Another orgasm builds inside me. This one will be a strong one. Painful.

His.

Theirs.

Liam drops to all fours and Rome releases my mouth. One hand on my cheek, the other supporting his weight. He’s being brutal, the way he’s fucking me. Intense with how he’s looking at me.

He isn’t taking me missionary style. He’s choking me with one hand now, finding new angles to ram into me, sinking deeper and harder and—Jesus, that’s so good.

While he looks me in the eye and fucks me like he hates me, the other men touch me. They twist my nipples. Fist my hair at the top of my head and pull.

They’re savages. Relentless.

They’re making me come.

The darkness of the room turns into a bright light. White explodes behind my eyes. Tremors wrack my body and I’m gasping for air, gasping forsomething.

Which is already there. Liam kisses me first as he spills his seed inside of me with a growl.

“You did so well.” He breaks the kiss to sit on his knees, to keep rocking into me as more of his cum fills me.

“Our woman.” Damien’s handsome, smiling face hovers over me. He bends to kiss me, with Liam still inside me, soft and sweet. Of course, he has to end it with a bite.

My bottom lip stings when it’s Rome’s turn.

“We’re yours.” His brow furrows, as though it’s a struggle to say it, to know he’s owned by another person. But then he kisses me, and he’s so gentle and affectionate, I have no doubt he wants this. “We’ll always be yours. Always.”

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

Quinlan

Liam’s barely pulled outof me before a warm throw blanket covers my shivering body. Hands and arms and lips are everywhere, as comforting and as swathing as the blanket itself.

“We have something to show you.” I don’t know how I ended up here, in Damien’s lap on the sofa. My arms go around his neck. His voice is warm in my ear. “We didn’t want to let you see Rex unraveling, but I don’t think I’m doing you any favors by hiding it. He suffers. I need him to suffer. I owe it to Jagger and Laurel. Except…”

“Show me.”

“I don’t want you to.” A few strands of hair have stuck to my cheeks, and Rome, who sits at our side, brushes it behind my back. “I promised I’ll never let anything hurt you again, and fuck, watching it hurtsmewatching the videos from our investigators.”

Liam, who apparently left, returns to the living room, his cellphone in hand, a wet cloth in the other.

I frown at the three of them.

“There’re videos of him.” Liam sits on my other side, lifting the blanket to clean me up.

He’s so caring, so methodical. My head would fall on Damien’s shoulder, that’s how good it feels. On any other day. Today I’m on high alert. This information is too important for me to doze off.

“He shows his true face. Doesn’t hold back, the motherfucker. He talks about you…” The three of them growl, three beasts eager to murder him, right here, right now. “He mentions you there, being the bastard he is.”

“I should’ve enjoyed those.” Damien’s lips and teeth graze my neck and I shiver, pressing myself deeper into his embrace. “I did enjoy the parts where he curses life in general, when he’s being a miserable fuck. It doesn’t end there, though. I fucking hate that. I’m letting this shit go on because this revenge isn’t just for me. Otherwise…”

“You’d have killed him, yes. I’m glad you haven’t.” I am. They deserve Rex to suffer. Damien deserves it. “That’s why you’ve been keeping me here.”

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