Page 73 of Quinlan

I let her.

And fuck me, it doesn’t hurt. Doesn’t bring back memories. No flashbacks follow the whisper of her fingertips on my cheek.

None of it.

“Please.” Louder. She’s louder, goddamn it. I can’t think straight.

“Let’s try the truth this time. Were you wet for me?” Rome releases her face, bunching her dress up her hips. “When I took your mouth in the middle of the street? When your soft, fuckable body was in my arms?”

“I—” she starts. I tear myself from her, shoving her face so she’s facing Damien. He kisses her, his hand sinking in her hair.

“You lied to me,” she murmurs between kissing Damien and gasping for air. “You’re a bastard. All of you are.”

“Pretty little thing.” Rome’s hand disappears beneath the thick fabric of Quinlan’s dress. I pull her leg to the side, giving him access to her sweet, perfect pussy. “You know what I think?”

“Don’t care.” We can barely hear her.

Kind of hard to speak when Damien lowers his mouth to her nipple. It closes over the fabric, biting. Rome pumps his fingers in and out of her virgin pussy. Which she is. A virgin, that is. Her medical records say that.

There’s so much I want to do to her. Tease, seduce. Carry a flame to her face like last night.

The restroom isn’t the place for this.

When I use my Zippo on her, she’ll be awake for it. It’ll be special.

“I think you were wet then.” Rome removes his fingers, holding it between them. “Same as you are now.”

His fingers glisten. Slick with her arousal.

“Proud of yourself?” Regardless of how breathless she is, Quinlan manages to quirk an eyebrow at Rome. Manages to spit fire at him. At the three of us. “My body reacted. I didn’t want it. I don’t.”

I’m going to fuck the sass out of her mouth. I’m going to—

“One day, I’ll have my cock so deep down your throat…” Rome doesn’t hear me, yet here he is, finishing my sentence. “So deep, you’ll gag. And guess what? That’ll make you wet, too.”

“Never.” Watching her flush darken sends me over the edge. My restraint snaps.

Just like fucking that.

“Sweet little virgin.” My fingers curl around her wrist, yanking her palm to my throbbing cock. “Keep talking back. If that’s what you’re after”—I squeeze her palm over me—“you got it.”

Her eyebrows shoot down. “How do you know I’m a virgin?”

“Educated guess.” With my free hand, I twist her face to Rome. “Look at him. Sucking on his fingers. On you.”

She sucks in a breath. Loses all ability to talk. She doesn’t need to. We’re here to do everything for her.

Rome pulls his fingers out with a pop, smearing his spit and her arousal on her left cheek, then the right.

“I bet you’re wondering…”

Her hand, not her, starts stroking me while I talk.

Quinlan herself, she might not want it.

Her body does.

It takes every ounce of self-control not to tear her from my friends’ grip, bend her over and fuck her against the wall. Take her pussy. Her ass. Own her.

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