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“Yes.” My head falls back on his shoulder, eyes staring straight ahead at the other two men. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” The torment of not having Liam almost inside me turns and shifts. Becomes unbearable. “Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me like the brat I am.”

No praise. No warning.

I get nothing before Liam impales me down his length.

“Yes. Oh,yes, beautiful.” His hand clamps on my breast in a bruising grip.

He inhales, and that’s all the time he gives me to adjust to him. He keeps me upright while he’s driving into me.

“You’re so wet. So tight.” This angle is different. He sinks deeper inside me. “Your virgin pussy is too fucking sweet. You should be worshipped. Should be loved. I wish I could give you that. I will give you that. Another day.”

My vision blurs around the edges. The pain and harsh, brutal thrusts hurt worse than I’ve imagined they would. I squirm. I try to escape the searing pain inside me.

“Too much,” I cry out. “It’s too much. Stop, please.”

The expressions on Damien’s and Rome’s faces are blank. Impassive. They don’t care that Liam’s stretching me beyond what I can take. They love it.

“I told you I won’t stop.” His mouth parts on my shoulder. He sucks on my flesh. Hard enough to bruise. Hard enough for me to scream. “Don’t worry, though, little flame. We know what you need. We told you that. You need it rough. You need the tears. You need catharsis. We’ll always be here to give it to you.”

Always. He suggests that I never leave here.

I’m scared.

Of his threat. Of him. There’s no escaping the pain Liam administers.

His silence is misleading. A ruse. He has a lot to say. When he’s fucking me.

His body is a machine. His cock is a weapon. One he drives into me again and again.

“Ride Liam’s cock,” Damien demands, his sapphire eyes twinkling. “You take it so well. Such a pretty little whore. Our beautiful girl.”

“Fuck, I wish you could see yourself,” Rome adds, his hand rubbing his scruff. “You’re black and blue all over. Your pussy is red and so goddamn pretty. It has to hurt. But Liam’s there. Liam’s there and you’re going to be a good girl and orgasm on his dick.”

I do. Except Liam doesn’t just bring me over the edge. Doesn’t just coax an orgasm out of me. There’s nothing subtle about this climax. Nothing sweet or gentle or calm. It hurts so much more than being fucked by him. Coming for him slices right through the middle of my body, tearing me in half.

I fall back on him and cry harder. Liam sees it as his sign to give me everything he’s got. His thrusts are vicious. His arms, hands, and fingers pinch and knit and grip onto me. Wherever they can reach, that’s where he’s tormenting me.

“You’re ours.” He pulls my head to the side, kissing me. Soothing me. Coming inside me so hard I feel it in my womb. “You’re ours.”

The two others walk toward us when Liam lifts me. They take me to someone’s bathroom. Help me shower. Brush my hair. Dry me up.

My three captors tuck me into my bed, taking turns kissing me one by one.

They say things. They sound sweet.

Too bad I’m past hearing any of it.

The exhaustion is overwhelming. Seconds after my head hits the pillow, I pass out.

Blissfully so.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Quinlan

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