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This claim on her, it’s fucking intoxicating.

And I’m done being selfish. I move to the side, hand her over to my two friends. They don’t move in right away, and I get high on looking at them there. Jerking off, their eyes hungry as they stare at Quinlan.

They’re hot for her. For our woman.

For years, I haven’t felt this whole as I do now.

Liam moves first. He angles his body until he’s towering over her. He doesn’t have his cock in his hand anymore. His Zippo is in his free hand, the one he’s not leaning on.

He flicks it open, casting a warm glow on Quinlan’s beautiful face. Casting ember light on the tattoo on her cheek.

After we break her, we’ll fix this part of her. We’ll heal all her broken pieces.

Including the ones we smashed.

This is the closest Liam’s face has been to a flame ever since the day he got his scar. Normally, he holds it at a distance.

That’s her. All her. She’s asleep and she’s already changing him. Turning him even braver than before.

He recognizes it, too. A faint smile crosses his lips. He brushes his mouth to hers, offers her a soft kiss. He hardly ever touches her.

When he straightens, I see it. His heated expression tells a million stories. Creases cross his smooth forehead. Eyebrows low.

He’s affected, regardless of how tender he’s been with her. Maybe because of it. The stolen moment. That first forbidden taste.

She has the power to drive any man or woman insane.

Too bad for everyone else who’ll never get to have her. She belongs to us. Her consent isn’t necessary for it to be true. She’s been our most precious acquisition since we started BLF Capital.

We’re not turning her over for profit. For any fucking thing.

He pockets his Zippo into his jacket pocket, and he’s back to joining Rome and me in beating off to her. Nothing else. It’s as if the feel of Quinlan’s mouth is the only thing he’s ever dared to wish for.

Only he hasn’t, has he?

Neither of us has. Minutes pass, and then—

“Oh, fuck,” Liam hisses, his voice barely audible.

He’s going to come on her. I have to see that. And I do, catching the moment his hips jerk forward and white cum shoots from his cock. It lands on Quinlan’s nipple, on the top of one of her breasts. That’s his mark on her.

Fuck, that’s hot.

Her chest heaves, her breaths laden. She’s sleeping. She’s also wet, I realize, when I tug her leg to me. Just a little. Just to see what I need. Her inner thighs are as damp as her lips, as her untouched cunt.

Her subconscious is tuned in to our presence. She’s wet and needy for it. For us.

Movement in the room tears my attention from her pussy. It’s Liam, tucking himself in. He shifts to give Rome the space next to her face.

Rome bends at the waist for a quick kiss to her lips, then he’s up again. Bites his bottom lip while his hand moves faster on his cock.

“Sweetheart,” Rome grits behind clenched teeth. It costs him—whispering instead of fucking her. It’s obvious because he’s coming in the next second.

He aims his dick to Quinlan’s bare stomach, releasing his orgasm on the slope of her belly. His climax fills up her navel, yet he’s far from being finished with her. He gathers his orgasm on his finger, painting Quinlan’s lips.

The depravity of it all pushes me that much closer to the edge.

Closer to losing my mind.

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