Page 58 of Quinlan

Look at me while you’re being my filthy whore, darling. Whenever you’re down there, on your knees, sucking me, you aren’t allowed to close them. Ever.

She’ll be such a good girl. We, unlike Rex, deserve her obedience. We can be cruel and cold. We could use her for our plan. But we made sure her room would be impeccable. That her life with us will be comfortable. Her bank account padded. She’ll never want for anything.

She’ll get used to our brand of crazy.

She’ll love it.

My free hand begs to wrap around Quinlan’s thick, long locks. Like I would if she’d be kneeling for me. She’ll be wet for me, would moan as I fucked her throat.

Her gaze will be locked on mine. On the scars slashed across my abs. If I’ll be reckless enough to lose my shirt before her.

She’ll know. Then and there, she’ll know it was Rex. She’ll see through me. Will realize in a heartbeat how well and truly deranged her smirking stranger is.

She’ll understand this one undeniable truth. No one endures abuse like I have and comes out unscathed. In his body. In his mind.

She’ll see, and I’ll let her.

In due time.

Fuck, I want her. I rub faster. Squeeze myself harder. More precum dampens my thumb at the thought of choking her. Of punishing her for all the years I couldn’t have her.

“Oh, fuck,” I hiss, placing a hand on the pillow beside Quinlan’s head.

My friends take themselves out. I’m beyond noticing it.

It’s only her lips. Only those pouty, pink pillows and Quinlan’s soft breaths.

One, long and fucking agonizing second passes when my mouth is above hers. Another torturous one follows when I settle my mouth on hers. It’s there, barely pressed to hers.

Sweet. Painfully sweet. And perfect. I feel like I could be here, like this, throughout the whole night. For the rest of my life. Inhaling her scent, our lips touching.

Until the inevitable happens.

Out of all the things I’ve dreamed of doing to Quinlan, being gentle has never been one.

The agony of not doing more than pressing my lips to hers hurts. I’m struggling. I do it anyway. Pump my fist faster while the rest of my body is frozen by the strength of my muscles. By sheer will.

We have so much planned for her. We won’t wake her up. Won’t snatch her in the middle of the night.

The plan.

The fun part of watching the fear on her face when she realizes she has no choice. When she understands that this is it; she’s coming to live with us.

Kinky and wrong, that’s what it is. Looking forward to having her cornered and at our mercy. Willing to do anything for us. It’s cruel, even for me.

I. Need. That.

Rome’s hushed growl reminds me that I’m not alone. That I had my kiss and Liam hasn’t. I can still hear them fucking their hands. Skin on skin. Labored breaths.

Liam won’t come before he kisses her. I won’t allow it.

Except that when I rise, leaning on one hand, I’m disappointed. Quinlan’s lips don’t glisten. She doesn’t have a piece of me on her. I can do better.

“I’m not done with you,” I whisper, collecting saliva in my mouth and spitting.

There it is. My mark on her lips. It’s not cum, not yet. Close enough, though. My twisted brand of lip gloss is nearly perfect.

I grit my teeth, cursing under my breath. My cock jumps in my hand when I swipe my saliva on Quinlan’s lips with my tongue. I’m being gentle, contrary to every instinct in my body.

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