Page 75 of Quinlan

This is obviously hard for her. Begging. It’s beautiful.

His nostrils flare. “There where? Say it.”

Fire. It crackles behind her eyes. And she’s trembling. A ball of need and desire so repressed, detonating inside her.

If we’re not quick about whatever it is we want to do to her, we’d be swallowed up in the explosion. We’ll fuck her here for hours. Security can barge in. The police. Fire department.

We’ll be here anyway. Fucking her brains out until we’re spent and then some.

I should do something about it. Give her an unsatisfying orgasm. Anything to get her off and leave her a mess for her brother to see. Just until we have her for ourselves.

I could never.

“Use your words.” Since he’s kept the skirt of her dress bunched up this entire time, I can see his fingers trailing along the side of her panties. Never really touching where she needs him.

“Please.” She grips his cheek. “Touch my pussy. Make me feel good.”

“Say you’re our little whore and I will.”

“Damien.” Her last resort. The one she thinks is…what? Sweeter? More easy-going? No. She doesn’t believe that. The tremor in her chin is a dead giveaway that she sees through him. “I need… I need it so bad. Please.”

“Ours,” he hisses, then does what I wanted to. Steals her from Rome and me and into his arms. “You’re ours.”

“You’re manipulating me.” A crystal drop slides down Quinlan’s flushed cheek.

“We are.” That, and so much more. Damien manhandles her so she’s facing away from us. Presses her cheek to the wall. “Stay there. Be our good little girl and don’t move.”

“Whatever you do, don’t scream.” I toss the skirt of her dress up her waist.

Rome and Damien each have a hand on her hips, yanking on them until the upper part of her body is parallel to the floor. Shoving her panties down to her knees.

“Why would I sc—”

As soon as her panties are out of the way, Damien’s palm cracks on her ass. Then she does exactly what I told her not to.

She screams.

“What’s this?” My hand is on her cheek, gripping her. “I said be quiet.”

“It hurts.” Watery eyes slip from me to the men behind her. I follow her gaze.

Rome raises his hand. I’m quick to look at her face, to not miss a second of her pain.

One, two, three times, his hand lands on her ass.

Her forehead scrunches. Her body squirms beneath our hold. “Stop. Stop.”

He adds another three. Four.

“Stop making you feel good?” Five.

“Oh my God, no.”

Damien pushes her legs to the sides, spreading her for him. Baring her pussy to him.

“Darling, lying again?” By the glint in his sapphire eyes, she’s even wetter than before.

“No.” She wiggles, trying to get out of my hold. “I’m not lying.”

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