25. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Rome
The day the three of us agreed that Quinlan Palmer had to be taken, my mind began working overtime. Plenty of scenarios came to mind.
In most of them, she’d fight us.
Granted, I never wanted her to. I’ve been obsessed with her for years.
But I was under no illusions that she’d give in easily.
Having not one but three men forcing her to live in their apartment. Ripping her away from her life. Blackmailing her into this situation.
Of course she’d fight us.
This particular scenario, however, never played in my head.
She’s jealous after less than two days here with us.
And I’m not the only one taken aback by it. She looks shocked.
I guess yesterday meant as much to her as it did to us.
Fuck, I love that.
“No,” she mumbles on my fingers. “Not. Wrong.”
“My, my.” I don’t tell her she’s wrong again. That Anne is my sister.
This warmth in my heart. I’m holding on to it. So I fuck her mouth slowly. Drag my fingers on her tongue, in and out.
“Jealous little thing. Are you the possessive type, Quinlan? You’ll do anything to have us all to yourself?”
Her eyes flare. She tries to shake me off, hands clawing at my wrist.
I’m hard as a fucking rock. I can barely think. Barely breathe. My sanity is hanging by a thread. And I’m a sick bastard. I need to hurt her. Need her soaking my fingers. My cock.
In the middle of the kitchen.
Anywhere.
Liam’s out, stalking Harmony, the woman who will help me get my revenge, then he has Ray to check up on. He wanted to personally make sure neither one of them is blabbering about us or Quinlan.
Damien is upstairs. He must’ve already heard everything.
He could decide to walk in on us any minute now. A smirk graces my face. The more, the merrier.
“Ah, I see.” My thumb goes under her chin, locking her in place. She’s so sweet, the way she chokes on me. The way she fights. “That was jealousy.”
She growls.
“Territorial.” I hook my fingers under the waistband of her thin cotton panties. They tear without resistance. We bought this brand for a reason. “Is it just for me, or do you feel the same for Liam and Damien?”
“Fuck you.”
I bury my fingers deeper down her throat. The fingers I have on her clit slide lower, parting her lips for me. I push into her heat without a warning. Groan when she clenches around me.
“Soaked.” When I start finger fucking her pussy and mouth, Quinlan softens for me. Just a little. “You’re enjoying this.”
Her anger remains. It’s a beautiful thing.
But she can’t resist me.
I can’t resist her either. Can’t do a damn thing about this obsession. The pounding in my chest. The overwhelming desire.
“So tight.” She clamps around me at that, groaning. Frustrated. Mesmerizing. “You took three cocks last night in this tight little pussy. Does it hurt? Having my fingers inside you?”
Her cheeks flush, her teeth clamp on my fingers.
“Poor Quinlan, you must be sore.”
She whimpers, gripping me tighter for leverage so she can tilt her hips up.
“You want more.” I shove her on her back. With my fingers still deep in her mouth, I wrangle her jeans off her legs. Drive two fingers into her cunt and curl them inside her, stroking her walls. “Are you a whore for pain, Quinlan?”
“I hate you,” she murmurs, kicking me in the stomach.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” My palm is flat on her belly, pinning her to the hard surface. Fucking her with the fingers of my other hand. “You’re gorgeous when you’re mad.”
“Mad about what? Or who?” Damien strolls into the kitchen, casual in a pair of gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt. A smirk on his face. “Is there any chance it’s me? Sure fucking hope so.”
Quinlan turns her head to Damien. After my so-called betrayal, she frowns at him. Probably for helping me hide my other lover .
Another “Fuck you” leaves her lips.
“Fuck me?” Damien’s smooth, prowling toward us. He comes to our side of the counter, grabs Quinlan’s arm, and together, we shift her so she lies parallel to the edge.
“Yes,” she breathes easier without my fingers in her mouth.
“That’s not a nice thing to say.” He doesn’t miss a beat, pulling on her bottom lip and spits into her mouth. Slams her lips shut. “Not nice at all.”
Her eyes are wide, her body thrashing. She screams into his hand.
“Especially since you’ve been bad tonight.” My mouth is on her pussy, ignoring her small kicks, her useless struggle. I look up, her arousal damping my lips. “Sneaking around. Eavesdropping.”
“Snooping? Again?” I hear the smirk in Damien’s voice rather than see it.
“Wasn’t”— moan —“snooping.”
I’m busy kissing Quinlan’s pretty pussy in this new angle. Rubbing her G-spot over and over, my fingers up to the second knuckle. I suck on her clit, and Quinlan’s scream reaches all the way to my balls.
She makes me painfully hard. My cock strains against my sleep pants. I need to be inside her. I need to keep playing this game just as much.
“So, what was it you heard, darling?” Damien kisses up her jaw. Shoves her face to the side, licking her tattoo. Sucking on it.
My fucking God. I raise my mouth, saying, “She thinks I’m married. Or have a girlfriend.”
“Is that so?” The teasing in his voice almost lands him a punch in the face.
He catches her fist, unclenches her fingers and sucks on her middle finger.
“Anne,” she whispers. I bet it drives her crazy, this jealousy. This possessiveness.
Join the club. We’ve had years of that. Of watching, waiting. Needing her so bad it became hard to breathe some days. At work, the three of us talked about it briefly.
She was so beautiful in her photos. Mesmerizing. We’ve been jealous of her fucking mailman.
We’ve wanted her.
We’re taking her.
My mouth is on her again, my fingers relentless inside her cunt. I lick and suck, her juices coating my lips. My chin. I look up at her, watching Damien tearing her shirt down the middle.
She tries to stop him like she tries to stop her orgasm, but fails both. After the first tear in the collar of her shirt, Damien pins her wrists over her head and rips the rest in half.
One of her nipples is in his mouth. Between the two of us, Quinlan loses the fight. She cries out the moment her orgasm barrels into her, cursing. Resenting us for giving her pleasure. Demanding more of it. Her legs fly open, back arching.
“Sweet Quinlan.” Damien waits for me to lick her off, for her body to settle.
“Don’t patronize me,” she groans, her voice hoarse. Her throat must be sore from my abuse. From screaming.
“Patronizing you is the last thing on my mind.” He loops his arms around her, picking her up off the kitchen island. He slides his hands under her ass to support her. To cradle her in the air.
The orgasm has her pliable. Angry and limp in his arms. Soft. Beautiful. She gives him permission to carry her. Doesn’t kick him.
She’s hardly scowling at me as I stalk them into the living room.
She’s sated. I’m anything but. The pressure in my pants and the need to hurt her won’t go away. The underlying violence is just as persistent as the dreams I’ve had of her.
Her womb filled with our cum. Her belly swollen. Our babies growing inside her.
Fuck.
Damien isn’t planning to go easy on her. He makes it clear by releasing her—no, tossing her—on the sofa.
“Asshole.” Quinlan, naked and gorgeous, struggles to sit up. To stand.
“That’s right, I am.” Damien has his hands on her shoulders. Shoving her back down. “Not a condescending one.”
She sits on the sofa, bare and beautiful. Her juices drip down her crack to the cushion, and my cock jerks. Black and blue bruises decorate her tits. Hair wild.
Hair that’s mine to torture. I wind it in my fist, my eyes boring into hers.
I tug on it, marveling at her glossy eyes. “I don’t have a girlfriend, or a wife, or a motherfucking mistress. No one.” For so many years, no one’s existed but you. “Do you understand?”
“Don’t give a fuck.” Her nose scrunches at that. Her lips purse. “Screw around all you want.”
“She really is jealous.” Damien slides his hand to her chin, his thumb stroking along her cheek. “Looks so good on you, darling. We should’ve kidnapped you much sooner. Should’ve had you here long before now. I can’t believe we’ve missed out on this.”
Quinlan’s eyelashes flutter, lips parting. His possessiveness does that to her.
But the arousal on her expression doesn’t last. “I’m not jealous.”
Her denial is equally adorable. I could drag it out, sure. I can lie, say I did have someone. That my friends fucked around too.
It’d be a pleasure, lying to her. If this is the reward we get for our efforts.
And cruel. Unnecessarily cruel. She was damn near devastated back then, on the stairs. I won’t do that to her anymore. I’ll hurt her body. Bruise her. Belt her. I’ll never damage her soul.
“Listen to me.” I cup her cheek, haul her closer by her hair. “No one. There hasn’t been anyone for a long while. For the three of us.”
“You…” she whispers, hope bursting from her eyes. “You’re not lying, are you?”
I could die. Right here in our living room. No one’s ever tugged on my heartstrings like Quinlan does. No one. No one’s ever needed as intensely and desperately as she does.
I’d been there to protect Anne over the years. An unrelenting force, no matter how starved I’d been myself. I’d stayed there with her, since no judge would sign her over to me without proof of neglect. I was forced to throw up, too. Hadn’t eaten for days, sneaking the last granola bars in my stash and giving them to her.
My friends had never needed me once we were out of high school. We were a team. A strong one. Liam found small companies we could start with. Damien convinced the owners to sell their shares to us when we were basically kids. My grandparents broke my trust fund to help us build BLF. My punches and threats did the rest. But Liam and Damien could’ve done it without me.
Quinlan is something else. Her need is nothing like theirs. She needs me for me . She needs me to tell her we weren’t messing with her head yesterday. That we meant it. That I’m hers. That she’s ours, even if she hates it.
“I am. It was my sister on the line. Anne.” We work together, Damien and me. Bring Quinlan to the floor, on her hands and knees. “The one you saw in the picture yesterday.”
The papers and my laptop on the table are poisonous. Filth.
They don’t touch me. It stays far, far away when I have Quinlan on all fours and my hands cupping her cheeks.
The relief on her face is intoxicating. She’ll put up a fight once she’s not high on orgasms and desperate for more. I’m sure of that. For now, she’s relieved. For now, she relents.
“We belong to you. We have, for a long time.”
Gray eyes widen below me. Understanding dawns behind them. Understanding… and hesitation.
“You don’t trust us.” Damien drops to his knees, his hands on her ass. I lower to my knees, still holding her face in my palms. “We expected this.”
“You know everything about me,” she accuses him while staring into my eyes. “The three of you.”
This is wrong, confessing to what we’ve been up to without Liam here. He’ll be happy, though. He’ll have time to talk to her, too.
She’s never leaving.
“We’ve had private investigators following you,” I tell her this truth. My fingers sink into her cheeks, where she’s blushing. Damien runs his hand along the curve of her back. Of her ass. “Every move you’ve made since you turned eighteen. Every business meeting. Whenever you jog. Ate. Worked at home. We were so proud of you when you opened your own business.”
“Wha—”
Her question transforms into a moan, getting louder and more desperate the harder I kiss her. It’s turning into a gasp as one of my hands lowers to the side of her neck and cuts off some of her air supply.
“When you showered.” Damien’s voice cuts through the hungry sounds she and I are making. “Don’t forget about that, Rome.”
Her eyes snap open. Brow furrowed. “Your investigators watched me shower?”
I narrow my eyes at Damien, pretending I’m angry. I’m not. He’s the one who put this beautiful expression on her face. The fear and indignation, and fuck, it’s sweet. She has no problem with us watching her naked. Stalking her in the shower.
It’s the others she’s angry about.
“No one.” He’s naked from the waist down, his sweats and boxers shoved low on his hips. He’s tugging one of Quinlan’s butt cheeks to the side with one hand, stroking himself with the other.
I’m not attracted to him. The way he handles her, how he’s readying himself to sink into her pussy. That’s what gets me even harder. Feral. He’s so thick, I know it’s going to hurt her.
“Only us.” My mouth demands hers. My teeth need those plump lips to bite on. To devour her. I kiss her the way I’m craving. We’re lips, tongues, teeth. She fights me, this little one. This beating heart. “We had a camera there.”
“Why me?” she asks between kisses.
This isn’t the right moment. We’ve said too much already anyway. Who fucking knows if the next words either of us says will be the last straw?
She can’t run from us. She can’t.
I’m on my feet, casting my shadow over her. Darkness over light. Without another word, I push my pants and boxers to the floor. Tug on her bottom lip.
Dame and I communicate through our eyes.
“What did Rex—”
I push my hips forward. Damien thrusts his too. We’re inside her mouth. In her pussy. Filling her up.
Quinlan’s gagging. Choking. Gasping for air. But she gives in. She lets us move in and out of her, fuck her hot, wet holes.
“You feel so good, sweetheart,” I groan, fucking her mouth.
“God, too fucking good.”
The first crack of Damien’s palm on her ass makes my eyes roll back with pleasure. I force them back on her. She’s beautiful. I love seeing my hand wrapped in her hair while my hips fuck her mouth.
While her eyes tear up for me. While she hollows her cheeks for me.
“I want you, darling. Have wanted you for years.” It’s easier for him to confess like this. From behind her. Her eyes blink, a tear dropping from one of them. His words mean something to her. “Have loved you more than that. Fuck, I never said that. Never let myself think that. You’re my everything. You’ve been everywhere. Watching you shower has been fucking nothing, Quinlan, nothing compared to having you here. Finally. Goddamn finally.”
I’m not sure he realizes what he’s saying. His voice is strained, the words raw and real. I tear my gaze from Quinlan, looking at his lips pulled in a tight line, hands running reverently on her ass, her hips. Then—
Another crack . Quinlan jerks forward on me, her teeth grazing my length.
“Ah, yes, sweetheart.” I swipe a finger over her heart tattoo, pounding deeper down her throat. Wiping out the bad memories and replacing them with us. “You have such a perfect mouth. You take me so well. Teeth and all. Lick the bottom. Suck. Yes, just like that. Fuck, you’re good. Fuck, you’re ours.”
There are many words in the English language. None of them could explain the things that Quinlan does to my heart.
It’s in her obedience. It’s in the way her lips wrap around my cock and how she keeps taking it. Despite the tears in her eyes. Despite struggling with being a sex doll between Damien and me.
She has my heart in her goddamn hands. Just by existing.
A groan. A choked, furious sound. It comes from Damien whose eyes are so dark, they’re nearly black. Quinlan’s are just as dark, just as starving. His cock is wet with her arousal.
And I’m curious. So goddamn curious. “Is she dripping, Damien?”
“No.” My friend doesn’t meet my gaze. He’s fixated on her back. Her ass. His arm slides around her, his hand slipping between her thighs. “She’s soaked. And close. Aren’t you, darling?”
“Mmm,” is the only response Quinlan can offer us. The only one available to her, with my cock stuffing her mouth. Her moan vibrates on my dick.
Knowing she’s about to orgasm again makes the room hotter. Makes my throat lock up and the need to fill her mouth with my cum insufferable.
“You’re going to be a good girl, Quinlan.” She blinks for me. We’ve been stalking her, kidnapped her, and she still wants us. “Going to come with Damien tearing into your pussy. With your cock-sucking lips wrapped around me.”
She whimpers, pursing her lips and sucking.
“Jesus fuck.”
“Beautiful, beautiful Quinlan. I have so much cum for you. Going to give you babies.” Damien rubs her clit, his thrusts quickening. “Do what Rome says. Be a good girl. Be our good little girl and, oh, fuck , yes.”
I feel the moment Quinlan comes. Her throat constricts around the head of my cock. She cries and moans. Her mouth is full of me, but I hear her regardless.
More. Please. I’ve been needing this. Needing you.
“Look at you, being such a good girl,” I praise, my voice husky. I’m there, thickening in her mouth. Pounding harder. “I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming in your pretty mouth. Swallow it. Every drop, sweetheart. Everything.”
My climax is a freight train. It explodes in my chest, sending one shock after the other through my body.
In the background, I hear Damien’s groans and low curses as he orgasms. They’re muffled, though. The whole world is a blur out except for her face.
Those swollen, stretched lips. Those fiery gray eyes. That throat working to keep my cum in her mouth. To swallow.
“Good fucking girl.” I pull out when I’m done, as does Damien.
My pants are in place before I drop to the floor while he fingers her pussy, pushing his seed in. I want him to get her pregnant. I want all of us to get her pregnant.
“I swear.” Her cheeks are in my hands, my lips brushing hers. “There’s been no one but you for years, little captive.”
Damien gets up. Tucks himself in.
Hiding his scars with his clothes.
He comes around to her face, his fingers winding into Quinlan’s mess of a hair, tugging until she’s facing the ceiling. Looking directly at him.
He lowers himself to kiss her, his mouth slanting over hers. Coaxing her to open for him. To give in. To surrender.
Though I know he wishes she didn’t. Just so she would fight him.
For all the smiles he spreads, my best friend has a dark side lurking inside him.
“There won’t be anyone else.” There’s a finality in his voice.
It presses an invisible button inside Quinlan’s soul. One that switches on the tremors. The resilience.
Her eyes flash.
“When I leave…” she sighs, her eyes sad as she’s looking between us.
Not if. When . I pretend I don’t hear her saying that. No need to argue when she’s never leaving.
“There’ll be another man instead of you three.” This is her attempt to protect her heart against disappointment. I’m sure of it.
Damien told her all the right things. All the kind, loving words a woman like her deserves to hear.
He chooses a different approach to show her he cares, since the other one clearly didn’t work. His fist clenches in her hair, pulling harder.
“A man who’ll be kind and considerate to me. Who’ll—”
“Thank you, darling.” I see Damien hauling her off the floor before he even does that. She’s over his shoulder, and he slaps her ass while she shrieks. “You had me worried there for a moment. You were being too good. That wasn’t as fun for either of us, was it?”
“You psycho.” She punches his back. Kicks him. “Put me down! Rome!”
My lips remain pinched in a tight line.
Damien slaps her ass again.
“Assholes. Both of you.”
“There’ll be no other man. And compassion? Kindness? From us? Forget about that.” He climbs the stairs while he speaks. “You wouldn’t want us this way. You wouldn’t want anyone this way.”
I catch up to them. Damien takes her to her room, and I head over to his to get the red silk ropes he bought months ago. For her.
A wet cloth is the second item I bring with me.
“Someone else would treat me right,” she says. She lies .
“A pretty virgin like you.” My friend’s voice carries across the hall. “Getting off on filthy sex. Are you really going to sit there and tell me you’d prefer to be fucked sweetly? Cuddled later?”
I step through the doorway, smirking at the two of them. Damien stands near Quinlan’s bed, holding her over his shoulder. She kicks his stomach, kneeing him in the chest.
It’s a futile attempt to get out of his grip. It doesn’t matter to Quinlan. The feisty girl doesn’t give up.
There isn’t a single cell in my body that’s disappointed in her rebellion.
This is her. This is us. Everything is exactly as it should be.
“First of all, I’m not sitting,” Quinlan growls, then gasps the moment her ass lands on her bed.
“Fixed that problem for you.” Damien tilts his head.
“How could you possibly know what I really want?” More lies. She knows we do. Her wet cunt is proof that we do. That we’ve given it to her.
“Quinlan.” I shove the ropes into Damien’s hand.
She doesn’t notice it. All she sees is me moving on top of her. My hand flattens on her chest, slowly pushing her until she’s flat on the bed. My mouth is a mere inch from hers.
“This fight of yours. It’s sweet.” I trace my thumb along her swollen lips, distracting her while Damien grabs one of her wrists and moves her on the bed.
Where he takes her, that’s where I go. My lips tug at the corner when he binds her wrist to one pole of the bed.
“I can’t wait to break you.” Quinlan starts to thrash, and I pin her down harder. “It would be my fucking pleasure to put you back together.”
“No,” she mouths.
I kiss the defiance out of her, stroking her thighs and pussy with the wet cloth. Cleaning her.
“Truly break.” Damien moves to the other side. Quinlan’s eyes are wide open, tracking his movements while I rub my tongue against hers.
The gravity of her situation is sinking in. She finally notices the ropes.
Our little captive tugs on her restraints. Attempting to free herself.
She doesn’t want to be released. We’re giving Quinlan what she craves. We stared into her eyes, saw the darkness within.
The days of being what Rex is expecting her to be are over. We’re here for her. Here to help her tap into the abyss. To transform her into the woman she was always meant to be.
We’ll take care of the rest for her. Her parents, the medical bills, anything at all.
The fact that having her here is destroying Rex in the process is a bonus.
No. It’s equally as important. The three of us are after both.
Her heart.
His death.
“Break, as in, you’ll forget all about the suburbs.” Damien sounds angrier. “About a white picket fence.”
He’s almost done, then holds back. Doesn’t move. I rise, twisting her face to him.
“You can also forget about fucking missionaries. Least of all”—Damien lowers his mouth, kissing the top of her foot, realizing she didn’t deserve his fury—“you can forget about Rex. You don’t answer to him. Never again.”
One ankle is bound to the pole.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” she whispers. She knows he does. She’s seen it in his eyes. “I don’t answer to anyone.”
Oh, but Damien has a very good idea what he’s talking about.
“You had to stay home. Had to take care of your parents. By yourself.” Her second ankle is bound, and Damien kisses the top of that foot too. I stand at the edge of the bed, and he’s right there next to me. “You never had a social life. He’s a lazy bastard. And you’re such a good girl.”
“You don’t understand.” Quinlan blinks hard, her face flustered. “It’s my—it’s—never mind.”
“We understand.” Bright red surrounds the heart tattoo beneath her eye, and I stroke the soft area with my lacerated knuckles. She shivers, and it sends a bolt of excitement through me. I’m hard again, but no. I won’t have her. “Just like we understand that deep down, you like this.” I gesture to the ties. “Being ours.”
“No.” She glowers at us, spitting fire.
Reminding me so much of our third friend.
“Liam needs to see this,” I tell Damien, before turning around and stalking out of the room.
I’m a lot of things. Harsh. Ruthless. Hotheaded.
But not selfish. Never that.