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It surprises me.

“What makes you think you know my brother?” She shifts from one foot to another. “What do you want with him? And me?”

“Half-brother.” I hate myself. Hate the images I planted in my own damn head. He didn’t touch her. Didn’t abuse her.

I would’ve seen the bruises. Someone would’ve.

“Tell me what he did.” Quinlan aims for anger. She’s on the verge of tears instead. Her need to relieve herself grows stronger by the second. “Tell me already.”

“I remember I asked you to repeat a certain sentence first.”

And no, I’ll never tell you about Rex. How useless I’d been when he hurt my foster-siblings. How he damaged me for good.

A second slap jolts me awake.

Same cheek.

I growl.

“So that’s how you want it to be?” I push her into the bathroom. Pin her up against the wall by holding her by the throat. “Want me to hurt you? Want me to play the bad guy?”

“You already are.”

With my free hand, I undo the button of her slacks. Yank them and her panties down her legs.

My palm covers her mouth. “Spit on my fingers.”

Her nostrils flare, her expression horrified. “Fuck no.”

“This isn’t wise of you, darling.” I push two fingers past her lips. Her resistance doesn’t bother me. Quinlan is ours. I’ll do with her as I fucking please. “You just admitted I’m the bad guy.”

I draw my fingers back, add a third and shove them back in. She gags, coughs.

“You poked the bear, darling. This is all on you.”

Quinlan bites me. Gags on me. Her choking and fight speak right to my cock.

“Maybe poking the bear is your idea of foreplay.” Spit stretches between her mouth and my fingers when I remove them. “Maybe you’ve been fantasizing about being a dirty little girl, to have someone spank you. Touch you everywhere.”

I find her swollen clit, pressing my wet fingers to it. Quinlan whimpers, wiggling in my hold.

There’s nowhere to run, and it infuriates her, how much she enjoys this. She gets off when I’m being an asshole, and it humiliates her. When she needs to go, no less.

“It made you come so hard, didn’t it? Fantasizing about a man being rough with you.” I rub her in slow circles. “Yes, it did. You’re such a filthy one. I can tell.”

“Please, stop.” But her hand is on my neck, going higher. Tugging at my short hair. Pulling me to her mouth. “Please.”

“Say it.” The day has been a long one. My desires have gotten more depraved the longer she’s kept me waiting. “Say you want my cock.”

“Damien.”

My hand slides lower. Her inner thighs are wet. I gather Quinlan’s arousal before I begin stroking her clit again.

“I-I have to pee.” Her plea is a prayer. A desperate one. “Fuck, okay. I want your cock. I want your thick, fat cock inside me. Tear me in fucking half, okay? Please, just let me pee.”

“That’s a good girl.” I pinch her clit, smiling at her scream. “We’re finally getting somewhere.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

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