Page 98 of Quinlan

And the needy, brainless woman is attracted to this monster.

“Only us.”

His teeth sink into my breast, and I scream. The shock. The white-hot pain. The desire. Everything hits me all at once, and I cry out his name, pant and sob.

Damien turns me into something I’m not. Into this girl who lifts her foot off the floor and pins it to his ass. With my body, Iplead with this evil man to take more from me. Bite me harder. Suck on my flesh until I have no more tears to cry.

He’ll leave bruises. I’ll bear Damien’s mark on me.

“Please.” So many tears roll down my cheeks. “More. Please.”

“Please, what? What’s my name, darling?”

He’s in my face. Forehead pressed to mine. Our noses touching. He said I’m desperate for him.

He looks just as unhinged. Just as lost. As needy.

“Please, Damien.”

“Fuck, yes. My name on your lips. Feels so fucking good. Say it again.”

“Damien.”

Emotion flashes behind his eyes. He assaults me with his mouth. Swallows my moan in his kiss. He’s violent, taking everything from me. With his teeth. With his tongue. With his skilled fingers on my pussy, coaxing an orgasm out of me.

I call out his name when I come. I whisper it over and over when he lifts me in his arms and lowers me into the bath. When he starts the hot water.

“Was that so hard?” He’s at my side once I’m settled inside, crouched, stroking my damp hair from my face. “Giving me what I want?”

He’s beautiful. My body is still reeling from the orgasm, but it’s not just a physical need anymore. I…

My hand lifts without my permission, stroking his cheek. He opened up to me and I didn’t hate it. I liked it.

I want more of it.

“Thought you said you’d never beg for my cock?”

“Not your cock.” But also yes, definitely his cock. I need him inside me on a visceral level. I haven’t had anyone else there. All I know is that I need him. “Come in.”

“Once you stop being a brat, you’ll get it.”

“Why?”

He twists his head. His lips are warm on my palm for a second before he takes my wrist and places my hand back under the hot water.

My bottom lip juts out. “You hate me. Because of Rex. This was all a game.”

“No.” Soap is being lathered on my body. He’s soaping me. I didn’t even notice he spurted it on his hand. “I could never hate you. I like torturing you. There’s a difference.”

I’m smiling, and he smirks. After my body is covered in soap, he rises and walks behind me. I groan when he starts massaging shampoo into my scalp.

Minutes pass in silence. Hours even. Who knows?

Certainly not me.

My arms are limp inside the bath. I’m up to my neck in the hot water and bubbles. A hot, unhinged man is washing my hair from behind.

My kidnapper. One out of three.

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