32. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Quinlan

“I won’t. Fuck.” Rome glowers. Runs a hand over his face. “But this has to stop. Hands and knees, Liam.”

Liam doesn’t question him, manhandling me. Holding me in place with a hand on my back and another around my neck, making sure I stay in place.

“My fault,” I whisper in-between tears.

“I thought I was clear, little flame.” Liam pushes my hair out of my eyes, brushing it to the side before curling his hand around my neck again. “I told you to shut up about that, and I meant it.”

“So did we.” Damien stands on Rome’s side. Both of them lose their clothes until they’re naked, other than Damien, who keeps his T-shirt on.

They’re hard everywhere without their clothes. Hard and gorgeous and how is it that they don’t hate me?

I don’t get to ask.

Rome’s up on the bed behind me, his hot length pressed to my ass. His hand cracks on my ass, and it’s torture to be on the receiving end of his fury. Spank after spank, he brands my ass. Behind my thighs.

A fresh wave of pain arrives along with it. Teeth clamping on my shoulder. Damien bites me, sucking my wounded skin. Biting again.

“I…” No words come out of my mouth.

Rome doesn’t care to hear the rest of the sentence either. He moves the three of us on the bed so he’s lying on his back. His hands are on my hips, pulling me flush on top of him.

Damien’s there too, positioning himself on top of me. His shirt is soft on my back. His dick pokes my tight hole.

The need to fight either of them off is nonexistent.

This moment is bigger than anything I’ve ever experienced.

I’m shedding the guilt and self-loathing. I’m sharing them. I want to share my body with them. I want to give them everything.

“Next step is…” Damien’s hot breath on my shoulder only serves to intensify the pain there. As if he’s stoking the fire on my bite mark. “Hating us less.”

“I don’t hate you at all.” He knows that. Has to. “You kidnapped me. What did you expect? That I just roll over and be okay with it?”

“Don’t care anymore. This is now. And we’re taking care of you.” Rome’s voice is authoritative. Comforting. “We’re going to defile all of your holes. We’ll fuck the guilt out of you. Show you what a good girl you are. Have always been.”

“The unwarranted guilt.” Cold liquid hits the small of my back. I didn’t even see or hear Damien reaching for a lube, that’s how lost I am. “We’ll hurt you, Quinlan.” He massages my rim, teasing my hole. “We’ll hurt you so bad. You’ll never forget we’re more powerful than anything else in your life. That we’ll always be here to mend the broken pieces.”

We’re shifting on the bed, and I’m still on top of Rome, just facing the edge of the bed. I look up at the naked Liam. His abs have been carved in stone, and at the bottom, a light smattering of hair trails down to the length of him. To the throbbing cock he fists.

He winds his fingers in my hair, yanking on it while Damien probes into my ass. As Rome moves me up and down his body.

My eyes land on Liam’s face. On the vast scar that tells a story of a survivor. On his blazing eyes. A fighter’s eyes. A protector’s eyes.

“ We are going to be the only thing in your life,” he says at the same time Damien pushes a finger into me. I moan when he shoves it up to the last knuckle. “Starting today, little flame, the rest of the world is background noise.”

I could get used to this. Could get addicted to this. No.

“No.”

“Yes.” Damien pulls out his finger. Comes back with two. He and Rome grab my hips, derailing my escape. “You’ve taken over our lives, darling.” He fucks my ass with his fingers, adding a third. “Taken over our every thought. Every breath. You’re the best part of our plan even though you shouldn’t have been. You are.”

Rome curls one strong hand to my throat, talking to me while Liam forces my eyes on him. “All we’re doing is taking over yours.”

Taking. Not asking or even demanding.

Taking.

This is addictive. This is soothing and liberating and everything I’ve ever wanted. It’s sick to like it. It’s more stupid of me to stop fighting.

These thoughts barrage into my head when Liam’s grip on my hair becomes excruciatingly painful. He forces my lips to his cock. Slaps my lips with the throbbing head.

I can’t say no to him. I don’t ever want to.

“Fuck,” he curses the moment my lips wrap around him. Curses some more when I gag and cough around the length he shoves into my mouth. “I didn’t mean to do this tonight.” Regret doesn’t stop him. If anything, he pushes his hips forward until I’m choking. “But then you cried so pretty for Rome. And now you’re begging for it. It’s so sweet, Quinlan.” He starts fucking my mouth, and Rome doesn’t let up on my throat. “You needing my cock in your mouth. I could never say no to you.”

Liam pulls out, the move abrupt. I don’t understand why he’s doing it. He’s silent, his eyes sliding to Rome. He’s telling him something I can’t hear. I can feel it, though.

Rome doesn’t just grip me anymore. With Damien’s help, the two men lift me up, then impale me on Rome’s dick. Filling me to the hilt.

The size of him knocks the air out of me.

“Goddamnit, you’re soaked,” Rome groans. Liam releases my hair only by a fraction. Only enough for Rome to bring my face to his for a brutal kiss. “You’re making a mess of my cock, sweetheart.” He starts pumping in and out of me, sinking Damien’s fingers deeper into me. “I fucking love it. You’re such a dirty slut. A perfect little thing. Tell me you know you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“But—”

Liam pulls on my hair. Threatening me.

Demanding that I see the truth. That I couldn’t save Blake even if I would’ve been able to get out and swim toward him. That I might’ve taken swimming lessons with Dad, but I was no lifeguard. I wasn’t strong enough to do anything else other than drown myself.

One coherent thought after the other barrel into me. That’s what the pain does to me. It clears my head. It makes seeing the truth as it is that much easier.

“I couldn’t do anything.”

“That’s a good girl.” The pressure on the roots of my hair loosens.

Rome grabs me, his kiss brutal. “You trust us.”

“All of us.” Damien’s fingers rub inside me with each roll of Rome’s hips. He’s smiling. I hear it. Then he bends to my ass and bites me. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl. So ours . You’re never leaving.”

The words send a thrill up my spine. They’re also a red flag.

I can’t be their captive for the rest of my life. They have to give me a way out, even if I’ll never, ever take it. They have to—

“Too quiet.” Liam yanks me up to look at him. “What’s that face for? Still having doubts?”

“I can’t be your captive forever.”

“The fuck you can.” Another bite from Damien.

Liam’s expression is severe. Every muscle in his face is pulled tight. “We’re not fucking around. You won’t be alone anymore. You’re not allowed to even think about it. Just like you won’t take the blame for something you didn’t do. Let me show you, good girl. Keep that mouth open for me. That’s it. That’s fucking it.”

Two fingers force themselves into my mouth, hooking behind the bottom row of my teeth. He forces me to open for him while he’s pulling on my hair.

My lips have no choice other than to part for him. They stay open when he releases my lip and holds his cock, shoving it into my mouth. I take him, every inch of him, down my throat. A salty bit has leaked on my tongue, and he’s delicious. The way he’s stretching my lips and his cock choking me is what I’ve needed and more. So much more.

“Ah, better.” He matches his thrusts to Rome’s rhythm. To Damien’s as his fingers fuck my ass. All three of them move inside me as one. “Good girl. Take it. Yes, you’re so good, aren’t you, little flame? So fucking perfect.”

They’re choking me. With their dicks. Their fingers. With this overwhelming pleasure.

The sick, depraved part of me has finally come out to play. I sink my teeth into Liam’s cock. Just a little. Just enough to make him groan.

“You’re so twisted. So needy.” Liam doesn’t slow. Doesn’t pull away. If anything, he fucks my face harder. “Whimpering on my dick. Moaning on it. I feel all of it. Every fucking thing. Every time I hit the back of your throat— oh, fuck —you’re wetter for us. And if you want to tease me with those teeth, go right the fuck ahead.”

“It turns her on.” Rome’s aggressive, going deeper. Slower. His thumb on my clit rubs me, and that hurts. Fuck, it’s going to make me come. “You have such a perfect pussy. The hottest little mouth. You can fight us. Doesn’t matter. You’re so wet for this. Such a slut for us.”

The orgasm that’s been building up in my stomach is a coiled snake. It snaps and, oh, my God , I’m coming. I clench around Rome’s cock, Damien’s fingers. Moaning louder around Liam’s cock. He groans, far less forgiving now. Pounds that much harder into me.

Through it all, Damien’s quiet. Then he’s gone.

I’m so empty without him in my ass, even with my two other holes filled by these men. I’m starving for all of them, and Damien’s footsteps grow distant.

I hate it. I fear it.

“Look at her, all pretty and worried.” Liam must see everything in my eyes.

Rome’s hand closes around my throat. “Her pulse. So desperate for Damien in your ass.”

“He went to wash his hands.” Liam’s eyes glint, wicked. “Then he’ll hurt you. Can’t wait to feel you screaming around me, little flame.”

His filthy words and evil look force another long, painful orgasm out of me. Everything is so hot and I’m clenching and unclenching, crying and moaning.

Liam’s cursing under his breath, his grip on my hair painful as hell.

“Such a good girl. That’s it.” Rome’s hand slides to my nipple. He twists it between his fingers, drawing out my orgasm. “You need this to hurt. You’re so beautiful when you give in to it. Beautiful, dirty thing. Ours to corrupt. Ours to own.”

Seconds pass, and it can’t be more than ten when I hear him. Then the bed dips and then his hands are on me, kneading my ass.

“I’m addicted to you.” A fresh dose of cold lube dribbles on my crack. Damien wants inside me. His thick crown is there, pressed to my ass, demanding entrance. “Ah, fuck, she’s tight.”

“Let him in, little flame.” More of Liam’s precum runs down my throat. “You’ll come so much harder with him inside you like that.”

“Just the tip,” he coaxes. Even with how Damien has prepared me, his invasion hurts. “Your virgin hole can take it. Push back against me. Be a good fucking girl and do it.”

“Relax,” Rome grunts. It’s a relax or else .

Liam slows the roll of his hips. This can’t be good, paired with the pressure from Damien’s cock. My eyes are huge, pleading with him to tell Damien to stop.

He shakes his head, swelling inside me. “No.”

“Liam,” Damien says. “It’s really too bad you can’t see Rome’s cock fucking her pussy. She’s soaking him.”

“I’m going to watch your cock stretching her tight little hole.” They speak to each other over my head, and it’s obscene. It’s pushing me into another orgasm, soon. I feel it. “Then there’s her mouth.” Liam covers my cheek with one of his hands. Pretending to be gentle. Swiping at the saliva on my chin. “Can’t say I’m complaining.”

“Stop fucking around, Damien.” Rome’s hands are bruising me. “Fuck her ass. She needs the pressure. Needs the pain. Make her scream.”

His dirty words reach deep inside me. They’re as ruthless and commanding as he is. Instead of cowering from what he’s telling Damien to do, I’m hotter than I’ve ever been in my life.

I come again. I shouldn’t be able to, but I come again, electricity pulsing through me with every wave. Rome holds me up. Liam does too.

And Damien…

The moment I lose control of my body is the moment Damien pushes through the barrier. Nothing more than the head, just that, but God, he’s so big. He’s huge, and he hasn’t even started.

“That’s my good girl,” he groans, throbbing inside me. His hand runs on the curve of my ass. “Hot and tight. Ours.”

“Fuck just the tip ,” Liam grinds out. His teeth are clenched. Muscles tensing with the effort. With how close he probably is. “Fuck. Her. Damien.”

Being filled in every one of my holes elongates my orgasm. I’m high, so high, when Damien slides his hands to my hips. I barely register what’s going on.

Until I do. Until he’s deep inside. I scream and sway forward, away from him when he’s burying himself all the way inside me.

The night they took my virginity hurt. They broke something inside me. Filled me up where no one’s been before. They weren’t quick about it either. Each of them fucked me for so long. Used my body however they liked.

I thought that hurt. This doesn’t even begin to compare to that. Rome is huge in my pussy. Damien is just as big in my ass. There’s no room for both of them.

They make room regardless. Their cocks drag in and out of me, taking and taking and taking. Pleasuring me.

“You’re my most twisted, fucked up dreams come true, Quinlan.” Liam’s eyes are sharp. He looks behind me, at his friend pummeling into my ass. “He fucks you hard, Quinlan. It’s a beautiful thing, watching his cock move in and out of your ass. You should see it. Your tight hole being railed. Taking Damien’s beating. So freeing, isn’t it? To give in to us. To pain. To pleasure.”

“Fuck, I feel it. Feel your tight little pussy sucking me in, sweetheart.” Rome loses control of his thrusts. They’re faster, as punishing as Damien’s. “You’re hurting for us and fuck, that feels so good too.”

When he thickens inside me, when both pain and pleasure become unbearable, I know. He’s close. His hands are on my hips, shoving me down his dick. Rome lets out the most visceral fuck while he’s spilling himself inside me.

“He’s putting babies inside you.” Liam’s brows knit while he and Damien use me like I’m their doll. With Rome still thick and hard inside me. “You’ll be swollen with our babies. So. Beautiful.”

“I’m not pulling out until they’re done.” Rome’s hands are everywhere, now that he’s done. Choking me. Sliding from my belly to my ribs. Tormenting my breasts in his merciless grip. Hot, vicious fingers circling my clit. Building another orgasm inside me. “Take all my cum. All my seed.”

That fear again. That concern over being pregnant by one of them. It sweeps over me, vanishing as quickly as it came.

I want this. I want to have their babies.

I want them.

Liam’s cock in my mouth and his hand in my hair. Damien’s praise of, “You’re such a good girl, taking my cock in your ass like that.” Rome who’s getting hard inside me again.

That’s what I want.

“You like being pounded, don’t you?” Liam isn’t as confident anymore. His control is slipping. He’s going to come, and I did it. I have him ready to lose it. Maybe he already has. “Being used. Being cared for.” He hurts me with his fingers. With his cock. “Finally letting yourself be our whore.”

That orgasm hurts the most. They wring it out of me anyway, catching me so I don’t fall. So I don’t crumble and die. That’s what it feels like. Dying.

“Fuck, yes.” Damien fingers on my hips are as bruising as his teeth can be. “Just like that, darling. Milking. My. Cock. Fuck.” He’s fucking me so hard. So ruthlessly. “Fuck.”

When he comes, he fills me with him. So much of it. He’s marking me from the inside and this is bliss. This is what heaven must be like.

“Eyes on me,” Liam groans, his fingers tight on my chin. I blink, focusing on him, and see the fire in his eyes. Jaw clenched, every one of his features sharp. Doused with need. “That’s it, little flame. Going to come in your mouth. Going to feed you my cum. Swallow all of it. Choke and gag and cough, doesn’t”— grunt and I moan at the pleasure from having him abuse my mouth—“matter. Fuck . You’ll swallow it all. Understood?”

I moan my reply, the yes I can’t say with his cock stretching my lips.

A sound of approval comes from the back of his throat. That’s the last warning he offers before hot, salty liquid spills into my mouth. Down my throat.

He was right. I do cough. I do choke on him. And it doesn’t matter, just like he said. I swallow it. I gulp, fighting to take every drop while he’s still thick and throbbing in my mouth, but I do it.

There’s a strong hand on my throat. Not restricting, though. Not this time.

“She’s swallowing, Liam.” Rome’s thumb runs up and down my throat, making sure I’m doing what Liam said. “Such a good girl.”

“She is.” Damien pulls out of my ass. He hurt me, stretched me beyond what I thought I could ever take, and I miss him there. “Our good girl.”

“You are.” Liam’s next to remove himself from me.

He pulls his boxers from the floor, covering himself. His pants come next. He drags two fingers along my chin, collecting my saliva. They’re in my mouth a second later, and I suck on them as if I’m not sore and exhausted and desperate to sleep.

“What about the guilt?” He cocks an eyebrow.

I shake my head. I mean it.

“Good girl.” Damien strokes my ass.

“Got any fight left in you?” The corner of Liam’s lips tips up. “Thinking about that white picket fence? About us telling you that you’re free to leave ever?”

“No.” My hair clings to my face. Liam brushes it behind my ear. “You took everything. You gave me everything back. I don’t want you to give me the option to go away. I’m so happy.”

The emotional pain that’s filled up this room before they fucked me isn’t gone. It’s here, still bleeding from our hearts. Clinging to the walls. Soaking the bed sheets. But it’s not suffocating me. Either of us.

Rome releases my throat, helps me off his cock and hugs me into him. “We only took what you were willing to give.”

“Please.” I’m confused. Who knows what I’m begging for?

Liam. He knows. He lifts me from my armpits, helps me to my back on the bed.

Damien’s standing next to me, tucked in and dressed. I’m naked with his cum and Rome’s leaking from me. He smirks. A picture of cocky confidence and warmth.

My heart beats twice as fast for him. For them.

“Whatever you want. Whatever you need. Other than leaving.” His knuckles trace the dried tear streaks on my cheeks. “You’re not going anywhere.”

I’m all talked out. I need him, though, so I outstretch my hand for Damien to hold. His much larger one clasps around mine. His fingers close on my shaking palm, squeezing. Comforting.

Rome’s lips and scruff graze my cheek when he kisses me, and then he’s up and out of the bed. The bed dips a moment later, and a warm cloth is pressed to my thighs. Wiping both my holes clean.

But it’s not Rome who’s next to me.

“There you go, little flame.” Liam’s gentle when he cleans me. The change in him makes me sigh. Makes me turn my head to him. Brush his hair off his forehead, and giggle when it bounces back.

“It won’t be tamed.”

He gives me a meaningful look, his lips twitching. “Reminds me of someone.”

“Maybe.”

I close my eyes for a second. I can swear it’s only a second. Except when I open them, the three men stand next to each other and the covers are pulled over me.

My lungs constrict. I can’t be here by myself. I don’t know how I know it, I just can’t. “You’re leaving?”

“What’s this?” Liam tilts his head. “You’re asking us to stay?”

I nod.

“Hmm.” Damien gazes at me as if he’s trying to decide whether I deserve it. “Beg for it.”

Neither Liam nor Rome tells him he’s being cruel. They’re equally resolute.

Exactly what I’ve been craving for years. The meanest men out there to chase away my demons. Men who’d eventually need me as much as I need them. If they don’t already.

“Please, stay.” My plea is the sincerest thing to ever leave my lips. “Please, come to bed. I just…please.”

They exchange looks—the assholes. But only for a second.

Without another word, they shrug off their clothes down to their boxers. Well, Liam and Rome do. Damien crawls under the covers of the bed first with his clothes on.

Soon enough, the two others join us.

Tomorrow, I might regret breaking down. Giving them all of me. Taking so much that I feel like I can’t sleep by myself.

Tomorrow, I might want it even more.

Tomorrow is for tomorrow.

Tonight, being engulfed and warmed by legs and arms and hands, is all I need.