Page 267 of Quinlan

“Together.”

Christ, finally.

“Darling.” I drop the knife to the floor.

I’ll pick it up after I kiss her.

Rex wouldn’t have to worry about an infection. Ha-ha. Very funny.

I’ll have time to joke about it later.

The knife clatters on the floor, the sound dulled by my growl into Quinlan’s mouth. By her moan. I’m a slave to her mouth. The master of her tongue. I’m owned, and I own her and,fuck, her skin beneath my fingers is like a hit of goddamn crack. That’s how addictive it is, touching her. Burying my fingers in her soft hair.

Fuck.

“Go. I’ll be right there, brother,” she says a second before Rome steals her, right before his lips devour hers.

Her voice is innocent. Adorable.

Totally inappropriate. She shouldn’t have smiled like that, with the stench of Aria’s rotting corpse and Rex’s sounds of protest. She does anyway.

While Rome kisses her as violently as only he knows, I pick up the knife off the floor. A dark laugh escapes me as I slowly turn to face my nemesis.

I won’t be alone. Not for long.

Together.

“Rex, buddy.” I’m not gentle as I tear the duct tape off his mouth. “Missed me?”

He groans. Curses. His brown eyes are wide. Mad. “You have no right to kill me.”

“You’re really going for Aria’s line of defense?” I bark a laugh, swirling the knife in my hand. “Didn’t work out so well for her.”

“Fuck her.” He wets his lips, and I swallow back the need to gag. His tongue is repulsive. He’s repulsive. “I don’t deserve this. Me.”

A pause is followed by more growling sounds. Liam’s kissing her.

“Okay, whatever. Say I’m in a playful mood. Say I care for your opinion.” I run the tip of the knife along his bare collarbone. When he flinches, I tsk at him. Mocking him. “Let’s hear it. What makes you think I should spare you?”

“Well…”

The footsteps behind me indicate my short time alone with Rex is done.

He doesn’t answer, and, oh no, my patience has run out.

The knife dives into his left leg, right over his knee.

“Jesus fuck,” Rex screams.

I pretend not to hear him, sliding it up his thigh. The sharp knife and my resolve make it so I slice through flesh. Through muscle. I go deeper, down to his femur.

Quinlan giggles when she reaches me. Her hand rests possessively on my arm. She bends next to me, her hair tickling my cheek.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” she growls at Rex, sounding a lot like someone I know. Like me.

Good girl.

“Whore.”

---