Page 97 of Quinlan

Damien gets up, towering over me. “Nicely.”

“Why did you kidnap me?”

He leads me to the bathtub with two hands on my hips. My ass hits the ledge. I hide the fact that it’s cold. Don’t flinch or cry out.

“You owe me an answer.”

“Nonsense.” He drops to his knees. “Best I can do is offer you a game.”

So elegant, this man. Every muscle in his body knows its function. Including the smirk curving on his lips. It’s there to fuck with my head.

It’s working. “What game?”

My traitorous fingers should pluck his eyes out. They do the opposite, stroking his temples, the roots of his hair.

“For every second you make me wait… Every second you stop me, darling.” I didn’t think his eyes could get any darker. I was wrong. So wrong. “I hurt you.”

“Wait for what?”

“Anything.” The word is spoken against my pussy. One hot breath, and I moan for him. Fuck. “Anything at all.”

“When are we going to play?”

“Forever. Starting this moment.”

“What if I say no?”

Damien’s hands are aggressive as he presses his fingers to my thighs.

“You lost your right to say no a long time ago.” He pins me harder to the tub until the ledge is digging into my ass. “Fuck, that sweet cunt.” His eyes bore into me. “Already so wet. It’ll be an absolute fucking pleasure to make a mess out of you.”

His teeth clamp on my thigh. They’re sharp. He’s relentless, insatiable, as he bites and sucks on my flesh. He’s getting off on my pain. On my screams. On how violently I grasp his hair.

He’s going to bite a piece of my thigh off, I’m sure of it. The pain is awful, shooting up and down my body. The excruciating burn reaches to my toes. My eyes burn.

“Stop,” I beg. Tears of pure agony cascade down my cheeks. But pleasure is there too. So much of it that I cry harder.

My tears land on the floor. On Damien’s face.

“Please.” I’m no longer crying. I’m sobbing. This pain won’t ever go away. Even after Damien’s mouth isn’t on me anymore. And I don’t want it to go away. “Please, Damien.”

He doesn’t listen to me. He bites me while he brushes his thumb on my clit. Again. And again. And again.

The pain he’s administering with his teeth feels deliriously better. I’m out of my mind. Moaning and groaning, thrusting my hips toward him.

I don’t care. More than anything, I don’t care about anything.

“I can’t.” I stare at him. I’m babbling, and I don’t know if I can stop. “I can’t. Oh my God. Oh myGod.”

“Not God, darling.” Damien releases my thigh, and it hurts how much I miss him. He massages the sore area, though it isn’t the same as the sweetness of his teeth. Nothing like it. “Not Him. Your pussy is soaked because ofme. I’m the one who sees through you. Who knows what my pretty little whore wants deep down. I see your heart beating behind your ribs, and it’s beating for me. Because you love the pain. You love whatIgive you.”

He stands, and before I can stumble, he has an arm around my back. My entire body aches for him. Every part of me brims with the most painful desire I’ve ever experienced.

“When you beg.” Damien’s mouth closes on my nipple. He talks between bites. Between lashing his tongue on my sensitive skin. “You don’t beg for God. You beg for Rome. For Liam. Forme. No one else is here to save you. No one else is here to pleasure you. No one’s taken care of you in a while. But we are. We will. Beg for me.”

“Yes.” I’m so fucked. “Fine, fuck. Yes. Please, please, touch me.”

His breath is hot on my breast. His tongue swiping along my nipple is a lie. A pretense. Damien Black isn’t a nice man.

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