23. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Quinlan

A mouse in a deadly trap. A spy found by her enemies.

Caught up in a storm of dark blue eyes and locked by a set of rough hands.

That’s me.

Sad thing is, I haven’t found anything that would be worth my predicament. This being captured, cornered, again , by the three of them.

Nothing at all. Their rooms are identical. White walls and a dark accent one like mine. One large painting is hung on it. Walk-in closets that are stacked with clothes. Adjoining bathrooms.

Password protected laptops and one sleeping Liam.

Who isn’t asleep at all.

Here, the only worthwhile thing I found was the picture of them and the little girl Rome was holding.

I’ve come up with nothing, and I’m being punished for it anyway.

“Did it turn you on?” Rome puts his face to mine while another pair of large, familiar hands grip my hips from behind. Damien. “Spying on us? Looking into things you shouldn’t?”

“Being bad?” Damien’s hands skim higher up my body. Under my tank top. He trails them over my skin in such a skilled way that I can’t catch my breath. “Yeah, it did. I can tell. You’re hot for this. For being punished.”

My eyes dance between Rome’s blue ones. They skate to the doorway, to Liam who’s watching us, a stony expression on his face.

Damien demands my attention. He hauls me to his front. Even through his jeans, I feel how hard he is. How big.

I haven’t given my pulse permission to skyrocket. Haven’t allowed my blood to boil. My skin breaks into goosebumps.

My body doesn’t care for my consent. No one can help me, least of all me.

“I’m not turned on,” I lie. Lying gets harder when Rome leans in, brushes his lips against mine, then tortures me by pulling back.

“Liars”—Damien sinks his teeth into my shoulder, forcing a cry out of me—“get punished. You just keep begging for those, don’t you?”

“No.”

“Another one.” His tongue flicks on the area he wounded. “Are you going to tell us you’re not wet, too?”

“I’m not wet.”

His hand slides to my front, his middle finger slipping under my shorts. Under my panties.

“Stop.” Please, don’t.

“No.” He finds my wetness and dips two fingers into my core, then drags them up to my clit.

Despite my clenched teeth, a moan escapes. A storm flashes across Rome’s features. Damien chuckles, his breath hot on the skin where he bit me.

“I was upset when you didn’t show up for dinner. I’m not anymore.” Rome’s hand is so strong. He’s collaring me. Shackling me to him while Damien makes me squirm and roll my hips.

I don’t want it. I do.

I don’t.

None of us says a word. Damien pinches my clit. Licks and bites the crook of my neck. Rome squeezes my neck.

It’s impossible to stop this orgasm. As shameful as it is, I’m riding his hand. Grasping his forearm. Coming harder at every “Good girl ” he whispers in my ear.

Until I’m spent. Until Rome threatens to stop air from coming in my throat.

“Can’t say that I hate it.”

I’m confused. My brain isn’t working the way it should. “Hate what?”

“You.” Rome’s lips are hot on mine. He kisses me, his tongue running along the seam of my lips. Pushing into my mouth before the sadistic monster breaks our kiss. “Being a brat. Refusing us. Calling us names. Barricading yourself. Breaking things.”

He levels me with a menacing glare. I can’t breathe.

“Snooping on us.”

“Our dirty little whore,” Damien teases, his fingers never leaving my clit. “Doesn’t know how to ask for the pain she’s so desperate for.”

A mask of indifference lowers on my face. I hope. I pray it hides my frustration when Rome puts some distance between us. I wasn’t ready for him to leave me. For him to feel this far even with his hand choking me.

I wasn’t ready to be this upset over this.

When I stepped out of my room earlier, I had it all figured out. Proof of what Rex had done to Damien first. Only then would I let them touch me.

My body had other plans.

Still does.

I’m starving for them after the orgasm Damien gave me. The fire that stokes inside me whenever these men are near hasn’t quelled.

The flames rise higher.

Rome chokes me but won’t let me have his mouth.

This has to be the punishment they promised. Why Liam won’t leave his spot at the doorway. They’re going to tease me with their bodies, then take it away.

“You have no right,” I grit out. Getting a grip on my reactions becomes harder by the second. I steel myself in place as best I can. Hold back instead of launching forward for his lips. “No right to stop kissing me.”

“I say we do.” The pressure of Damien’s fingers on my clit is gone, proving a point. Bastard. “You’re our captive. We have every right to use you. Punish you. Abuse you.”

I scowl. “Deny me.”

“That too.”

“Tell me, sweetheart, what were you hoping to find here?” Rome cuts off more air. “Don’t try to lie to us again. We’ll get creative with our punishments. Tease you for hours. Days. Weeks. I’ll spank and belt you until you make a mess of your panties. Your virgin pussy will be soaked. You’ll cry and beg me for release. We won’t let you have it. Lock your pretty pussy in a chastity belt. We’ll deny you orgasms until you start learning some manners.”

Jesus fuck. I’m clenching my thighs, my nipples taut. Fuck him for making his threats so hot. Rome’s cruel words and harsh glare shouldn’t end with me choking down a whimper.

Blood rushes between my ears. It’s loud, but it doesn’t dull out Damien’s voice.

“But first.” He lowers the zipper of his jeans. Fabric moves over skin and I can tell without seeing him that he’s taking himself out. “The real punishment we came here for.”

He hasn’t forced himself on me the other two times. Wanted to, but didn’t.

He’s done waiting.

His hands return to my body. His fingers hook on the waistline of my shorts, taking my panties down with them.

One swift move, and I’m naked from the waist down.

I’m shackled by Rome, in no position to fight back. I wouldn’t even if I could. Not a single part of me objects to what they’re doing.

“Look at you.” Damien’s hand cracks on my ass. Lightning flashes behind Rome’s eyes at the sound. “You said you’d never be our whore. Now this. Pushing your ass back to me. So needy.” He leans forward, arm around my front, taking me from Rome. Flipping me and pressing my pussy to the edge of the desk while kicking my legs open. “The things we’re going to do to you.”

Damien’s cock is bigger than it felt through his jeans. Terrifyingly big when pinned to my bare behind. We’re skin to skin. His teeth are at my shoulder, scraping, exploring.

Biting.

Another humiliating moan brushes past my lips. Rome twists my head, catching the sound with his mouth and just as fast, he pulls back.

“Fuck you.”

“Tell us.” Rome’s serious. Studying me. “What were you searching for?”

It’s on the tip of my tongue, telling them that I believe Rex did horrible things to Damien. That the picture they have here broke my heart.

Made everything more real.

They were kids.

But I won’t admit to it. Not yet. Not while I need information from them in return. Not while they can take everything from me.

“I told you. I needed to learn why you kidnapped me.” I’m honest. Sort of.

I’m being rewarded for it.

“That’s progress.” Damien bends me over the desk, his hand between my shoulder blades. “I hope you don’t think it means I’ll go any easier on you. Your tight little cunt will be sore after we’re done with you.”

Liam’s silence is as chilling as Damien’s cock lining my pussy.

I’m a virgin. Needing him to take me as brutally as he said is fucked up.

Yet I do. I so do.

“You won’t find the answers anywhere in this penthouse.” Rome’s gaze hardens above me. Eyes stormy. “Only we have them.”

“When you’re good, you’ll learn why.” Damien’s hand travels lower, pushing the hem of my top up my back.

His touch is electrifying, and I shiver, grinding into the desk, as humiliating as it is.

“Yes, darling.” He leans into my shoulder. This bite hurts worse. This bite breaks skin. I scream, yet my body is craving for more of it. “That’s what being a good girl means. Fucking the desk. Pushing back on my cock. Fuck, I’m barely an inch inside and you’re already sucking me in.”

Flick. Snap. Flick. Snap.

“Liam,” Rome says, still staring at me. “How did you like it? Catching our little captive snooping in your room?”

“It took a lot.” He prowls toward us; I can hear his feet on the floor. “To keep up the pretense. You were such an adorable little flame. Trying to hack into my laptop. I could’ve had you like that too. Bent over my desk. So close to fucking you. But watching you was just as good. I was so fucking hard for you.”

Fire. Blazing through me. Burning me to the ground.

He deceived me.

I can’t slap him. Can’t curl into a tiny ball and disappear, either. Damien’s pinning me to the desk. He makes sure I don’t move while Rome steps aside and Liam takes his place.

In a white crewneck T-shirt and dark jeans, the gold Zippo in his hand, Liam is beautiful. Wrapped in loud silence. Watching me clutching my fingers on the edge of the desk.

Being taken by Damien.

“Just the tip,” he says. “A warning before I tear into you.”

I’m going to die. I don’t even have it in me to speak.

“Are you disappointed?” Damien taunts, squeezing one of my butt cheeks in his hand. “That Liam didn’t go through with it? That I’m the one taking you first?”

He isn’t being insecure. I’ve been around him long enough to realize it’s a rhetorical question. He’s playing with me.

“I’m not disappointed.” Two can play this game. He teases me into delirium, parting my lips, soaking himself with my arousal. I still have it in me to fight back. “I don’t want you inside of me, period.”

“Liar.” His hand is hot on my ass, spanking me three times. He pushes into my untouched hole, just a little deeper. Not enough to tear through my barrier. Enough that the invasion feels good. “Look at you. You’re such a slut for my cock.”

“She is.” Liam brushes a lock of hair from my face.

“You’re not denying it.” Another hand locks around the back of my neck. I can’t see Rome, but I know it’s him. “That’s better. You’re getting used to us. To being ours.”

“Never.” But I am. It’s not my body seeking them. It’s me. All me.

“You have exactly one second, little flame.” Liam bends at the waist, his lips crushing my mashed ones.

This isn’t like Rome or Damien kissing me. Liam’s tongue explores my mouth. His lips demand that I open up, that I surrender and hand him over control. Every bit of it.

“One second for what?” I’m floating by the time Liam’s lips are gone.

His kiss has done that to me. Rome’s harshness. Damien’s subtle, torturous rocking in and out of me.

“One second to give Damien your consent.” Liam’s voice is low. Dangerous. “He’ll take you either way. He’ll fuck your virgin pussy. Willing or not.”

Breathe. That’s all I can do. Breathe and want them. Words are too much. Words—my consent—will lead them to believe they have the upper hand.

And why not? Why the fuck not?

I’ve always resented Rex for bossing me around. This… I like this.

These men see right through me. See what I’ve needed for years. I’ve been self-sufficient. Independent. I’ve been responsible for the two people who were supposed to take care of me.

I’ve been longing for this relief. I had no idea—had no one to offer this to me.

They give it to me. A present wrapped in an unhinged, big bow. They’re what I’ve been missing my entire life.

When I don’t give them the consent they’re looking for, Damien pulls my hips back, sinking in another inch. Cold air caresses my wet pussy from the front, and Liam cups me. His big middle finger slides past my lips. Pushes inside, sliding past Damien’s cock and goes deeper.

“You want it. You want his fat cock inside you so fucking bad, little flame.”

My eyes widen as Liam removes his finger, sucking it into his mouth.

A hum of approval sounds at the back of his throat. A flame flickering behind his amber eyes.

“I can taste it.” His attention was on my eyes before. It’s turned on my tattoo. “Still, I’d rather hear you say it.”

“I’m your captive.”

This is it. This is the last of my resistance leaving my body. It’s impossible to hold on with Damien trailing his hand up my body and pinches my clit.

But damn it, I need answers. I need clarity.

I could never hate you. Damien’s words.

It doesn’t feel like he does, even when he forces himself on me. He doesn’t feel like the bad guy in this story. He feels like mine.

“You are our captive, true.” He strokes the curve of my ass. “So?”

Rome yanks on my hair with his other hand, and I yell at the strain on the roots. Liam watches, one eyebrow cocked.

“You don’t have to ask for my permission,” I tell Liam. To Damien. To Rome.

To all of them.

“You could kill me,” I whisper.

I’m reaching. Searching for clues. Anything. Hurting Rex through me could mean leaving my dead body at his doorstep.

That’ll fuck him up.

“What makes you think we’d do that, sweetheart?” Rome growls. “That we’d ever risk losing you?”

He’s right. I don’t believe that. I believe something’s happened to them. That they’re too proud to open up to me. Either that, or they don’t trust me.

And I’m so hot. My grasp on reality is slowly slipping away.

“She’s testing us.” Liam shoves his fingers into my mouth. Pulls them out with a pop. “She knows we’ll never kill her. That she’s never getting away from us.”

“And I won’t tear into you before you come a second time.” Damien grabs my hips, holding me steady. Holding himself.

Liam bends closer, leaning into me. Our faces are inches apart.

“No consent it is,” he whispers. “I’ll rub your pretty pussy until you change your mind.”

My lips part as my breath hitches. Liam’s wet fingers at my core are too much. His expert touch. His ruthless stroking. Pinching. Tapping on my sensitive clit.

My nerves hum, they sing for him. While Rome tugs softly on my hair. While Damien slides another inch in, then drags his cock out.

“Liam.”

“We’re here.” His voice is sharp. Low. Reaching into my soul. His scar shines in a brilliant shade of pink. “You’re going to come on my fingers. You’re going to beg for it. When you’re soaked and ready, Dame will fuck you. We’re all taking turns after him. It’s been so long, little flame. So long that we’ve needed you.”

They could be obsessed psychos. Stalkers. Kidnappers.

They could’ve been hurt in the past.

And they care about me. No one’s ever cared for me like this. I can put my doubts away for tonight.

I will.

“Damien,” I beg. I pray for him. “Please.”

“Such a good girl.” He sounds strained. His fingers leave dents on my hips.

“Good girl?” The reprieve I get when Rome lifts his hand from my hair is temporary. Three cracks on my ass. “What did she do?”

I’d answer, except Liam’s lips are on my neck. He sucks so hard that I sob.

“She’s only allowed to pray to us.” The head of Damien’s cock throbs at my entrance. “We’re her gods now.”

“Oh, are we?” Five painful, delicious strokes land on my upper thighs. Rome presses my face harder to the countertop of the desk. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” I scream. A part of me even believes it. I’m so close. This orgasm builds up fast. I can already tell it’s going to be unlike any other. “Yes. Oh, please. Please.”

“That’s right, little one.” Liam’s groan reverberates on my skin. He smells so good. Clean and soapy. “This particular God will be really pissed if you don’t come on His fingers. Might even punish you worse than these two ever will. Take your ass. Then you’ll learn what it is to be a good girl.”

His words. Their hands. Damien’s teasing cock. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.

I can. Fuck.

Fuck .

I’m a gasping, crying, squirming mess. I orgasm so hard I’m blabbering. Or maybe I don’t say anything at all.

Liam’s amber eyes get further away from me. Rome’s teeth are on my earlobe.

Most of all, it’s Damien’s voice that reverberates through me.

“Oh, fuck, Quinlan.” I’m the one who’s been subjected to pain, but it’s Damien who sounds like he’s tortured. “Fuck, she’s sucking me in. I can’t stop. Can’t wait.”

He sinks his cock inside of me. Tearing through the barrier that’s been there for the past twenty-three years. Every thick inch of him stretches me. His hips press into my ass and his fingers scratch and claw at my flesh.

My skin breaks. My heart expands.

I’m still coming. Still shaking. Hanging between heaven and hell.

His cock makes it better.

His cock makes me cry harder.

“Such a good girl.” That’s Rome. He’s every bit of a thunder he’s always been. He’s also smoothing my hair away from my face.

“Taking Damien’s cock so well.” Liam licks my tears. Runs his tongue along my lips. Continues to rub my clit even though there’s no way I’ll come again.

Because—“It hurts. Damien, it hurts.”

“You’ll get used to me.” He’s not letting up, slamming harder into me. Liam’s hand and my pussy bang against the desk, and Damien doesn’t care about that, either. “You’ll get used to us , darling. We’re not going anywhere. This sweet, tight— fuck —this hot little pussy. It’s ours.”

Every word is a stroke. A stretch. A torture.

Pleasure. So much of it that I come and come and come. I don’t think I’ll ever stop.

“I’m close.” It’s been minutes. So many minutes that Damien’s been fucking me. He bats Liam’s hand away from my clit. His fingers are on me. The fingers that know my pussy so well. “Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this. Have been waiting for you. Give me that third time. Be a good girl for me, darling. Come on my cock again.”

Rome appears next to Liam, glaring at me while I’m being railed by their friend. Both men are terrifying.

“You’re taking me next.” His pupils are black, huge, pushing out his dark blues out. He whips his T-shirt over his head, shoving his hand inside his pants and pulls out his cock. “I’ll make your pussy weep for me. Just like your eyes do.”

“What a beautiful, sobbing mess you are.” Liam pushes his zipper down. Takes himself out. A salty drop beads at the tip. His dick is just as big as Rome’s. As big as Damien’s feels. He slaps my lips with it, wetting them with his precum. “Come, Quinlan.”

My orgasm is a searing pain. It’s a blinding pleasure.

My nails scratch the surface of the desk, no doubt leaving marks.

“Yes.” Damien’s thrusts faster. Deeper. The stretch is impossible, and I take it. For him. For myself. “Fuck yes, darling. You’re so tight. So perfect. I— fuck —”

Liam moves back when Damien groans. When he loses control and buries himself into me, chasing his release with harsh pumps. Heat spreads throughout me from the inside. There’s so much of it that Damien’s cum spills down my inner thigh.

“Good girl.” When he’s done emptying himself, he pulls out. Pushes his fingers and cum in me. “Every drop, darling. Take all of it.”

“Yes.” I’m floating, high on multiple orgasms. I conveniently ignore the fact that I’m not on birth control. “Everything.”

Damien moves only when another set of hands holds me. Rome’s hands. I’m a rag doll in his strong, capable grip. I’m breathless, letting him pick me up in the air.

“You’re mine.” He splays me on my back on top of the gray rug. “Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Your captive.” I’m the farthest thing from it. He smirks when he locks my wrists over my head with one hand. “I’m your captive.”

“Such a glutton for punishment.” His voice is as wicked as his smirk.

He pushes into me, and it’s the sweetest agony. The cruelest, most delicious stretch.

“Don’t worry,” he grunts, thrusting into me. “I’m a patient man. Persistent. I’ll fuck the attitude out of you. I’ll fuck you however many times you need. Until you learn. You’ll give in.”

Rome shows me how serious he is by fucking me into the floor. His lean muscles bulge, his body forcing me to open for him. Wrap around his girth. Accept him.

He dips his head low, kissing me as hard as he pummels into me. His skilled tongue pushes inside me, fighting with mine. His teeth sink into my lip, and he bites me there. Drawing blood.

A crazy, scary thought comes to mind. He’s harsh and brutal. My wrists hurt, my legs part to accommodate this beast of a man. And something’s missing. He’s holding back. Like he could do so much worse, and he’s sparing me.

A crazier thought ensues.

It’s wrong that he has to restrain himself. I gave myself to him. To the intense man I met on the street.

This toned-down version of him won’t do.

“More,” I moan against his lips. “Please. Don’t hold back. You won’t break me.”

His gaze skims my face. My neck. My breasts. His thumb strokes my wrists, once, twice.

The calm before the storm.

Rome rises while he keeps rutting into me. His vicious gaze cuts to the side.

“Damien, come here.” Only when Rome calls him do I realize that Damien’s been here, on his knees. He’s tucked himself in. “Quinlan’s asking for more.”

Mortification is too gentle of a word for what I’m experiencing as I watch the blood of my hymen on Damien’s fingers. He’s amused, the corner of his mouth hiking up.

Liam’s on the office chair, watching the whole thing.

“Stop,” I plead with Rome. “Please. I didn’t mean my blood.”

“Shut up.” Rome’s fingers curl around Damien’s wrist. He drags the evidence that Damien took my virginity to my face. “I fucking love that. Your blood. How you’ve been saving your pretty virgin pussy for us. We all do.”

My mouth parts in shock. Damien takes advantage of my frazzled state. Rome releases his friend’s wrist, and he shoves his fingers in my mouth.

Tries to, at least.

What Rome said didn’t comfort me. Didn’t make me any less embarrassed about bleeding on Damien’s cock.

I clamp my mouth shut, my eyes next. Shielding myself against the humiliating scene.

“Eyes on Rome, darling.” Damien bites my forearm. “Mouth open wide. You need to taste yourself. Taste us.”

“You asked for all of me?” Rome seethes, driving himself harder into me. Bottoming out every single time. “This. Is. It.”

Rome’s cock grazes that spot that sends electricity racing down to my toes. And he doesn’t stop there. His hand is around my throat. His chest muscles pump with the effort.

He’s finally letting go, and I get to watch him do just that.

“You have me.” He chokes me. Grinds his groin on my clit. “You have me. Every cruel, merciless, violent part of me is yours. Including sucking on Damien’s fingers while I’m balls deep inside you. Wiping him clean of your blood. Of the evidence that you’ve always belonged to us.”

Less and less air filters through my nostrils. My eyes bulge as they dance between Rome, my bloodied fingers, and Liam who jerks off on the chair. Patient. So patient.

“Open.” Rome’s voice rises. His thrusts go deeper and deeper. Like he means to grind my body into the rug. “Fucking open up, sweetheart. You’ll look so perfect with Dame’s fingers in your mouth. With your lips painted red. Let me see your hymen there while I’m fucking babies into you.”

Once again, the idea of being pregnant by either one of them doesn’t register.

It’s impossible to focus on anything other than Rome. Impossible to refuse him. The man who unlocks another orgasm, setting me free from my body for the millionth time today.

I have to breathe through this climax if I want to survive this. If I want to survive him.

“Oh,” I yell through clenched teeth.

Rome loosens his grip on my throat, and with the fresh wave of air, my orgasm intensifies. It becomes a force as demanding and as ruthless as Rome is. I need air.

And I open my mouth. Damien’s fingers are there before I can snap it shut. I taste my arousal on my tongue. Taste Damien’s salty cum.

My mortification dissipates the longer Damien finger-fucks my mouth. The longer Rome’s adoring gaze stays on my lips.

“That’s it,” he praises. Then to Damien, “On her lips. Whatever’s left, paint her lips red.”

I get so hot when they talk about me like I’m not there. I’m sick to love it. Sick to have been craving the attention of these bad, terrible people.

Except they’re not the villains. Not really.

They’re insane. They’re violent.

I want them to keep me.

I don’t know what it makes of me.

Oh, but I do.

It makes me just as insane as they are.

“What do you think, Rome?” Damien looks down at me. Treats me as he would treat a piece of furniture. Maybe one of his suits. “Red enough for you?”

Rome thickens inside me, and I spread my legs wider. Not like it helps. He’s huge. He’d never fit. “Fucking perfect.”

“Eyes on him.” Damien nudges my cheek so I’m only looking at Rome.

“Fuck.” He fills me up, the second man to ever release his orgasm inside me. I’m sore and swollen and crying again, and I never want it to end. “Fuck, Quinlan. You have such a perfect cunt. Ours.”

A shadow comes over us. Liam. He’s completely naked. Every inch of him is hard. His cock. His long legs are toned and lean. His stomach and chest look like they’ve been carved out of marble. And his eyes. Two embers. Intense. Hungry.

Having another one of these men inside me could tear me in half. I reach my hand out for him, anyway. I need him. “Please.”

Rome’s smirk widens. He lowers his mouth to mine for a rough, short kiss and leaves me.

“Would you look at that.” Liam crawls up my body. He flips me on my stomach, sits up on his knees and pulls me to his chest. “I ended up getting your consent.”

“You left me no choice,” I say, though it’s a lie. A breathless lie no one in this room believes. Least of all me.

“You’re such a brat, little flame.” He positions the crown of his dick to my soaked opening. Damien’s there. Rome’s there. I’m there. Liam’s next. “Let’s see how you take it when I fuck you like one.”

Rome’s tucked himself in and put his shirt on. He and Damien are perched against the desk, both men watching us.

A week ago, I would’ve been embarrassed from being like this. On display. Shared. I would’ve run out of here. Hidden in a faraway place.

“We’re way past that, Quinlan. Past being self-conscious.” Liam shifts my hair back, his hot mouth on my neck. I shiver in his hold. “You came so pretty on my friends’ cocks. I could practically taste your screams. No need to play coy. Now…”

Liam’s hand covers my sensitive, abused breast. He uses it to lift me higher. Uses his other hand to grip his cock and shove an inch inside me.

“Would you like to be fucked”—he emphasizes the word that turns dirtier when it’s spoken from his mouth—“like brats deserve to be fucked?”

“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.