36. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Quinlan

“I’ll call next time.” The walls are closing in around me. I’m in so much pain. Picturing more of their belt strokes is intolerable. I wouldn’t be able to stand it. I already can’t stand it. Can’t stand how much I want it. “I’ll call. I’ll call when I’m sad. When I’m happy. When it hurts so much, I can’t breathe.”

Hurt me, please. Own me.

“Oh, I forgot.” Damien bats my hands away from him, walks back. He’s leaving me to Rome and Liam’s mercy. “She said some things before you two got here.” He’s cold, talking over my head. His twisted version of love. “Quinlan here believes we’ll kick her out after we’re done with our revenge plan. We told her we loved her, but…”

“Got to make sure you remember that part, too. Ingrain it in your head,” Rome growls. “We’ll take care of your little problem, sweetheart.”

My whimper goes unnoticed. He and Liam leave me, getting up as I stumble forward.

“Up on your knees, darling.” Damien’s voice comes from somewhere behind me. I do as he says on wobbly legs. “Hands behind your back. Clasped. That’s it. That’s a good girl.”

“We’ll each take turns fucking your mouth,” Liam says, and I hear what lies beneath his indifference. He wants me. He’s barely holding on.

How could I ever think otherwise?

“When we pull out”—Rome completes Liam’s sentence—“you’ll give us an answer. There’ll be no rewards for you until we decide we’re done. Only punishments for getting it wrong. Understood?”

Excitement and fear war for dominance inside me. I’ve seen, touched and had these three men in my body for less than a week. I would never be able to tell them apart.

They’re setting me up to fail.

I’ll enjoy their punishments. I dread them.

Or maybe…

I do know them. Beneath the insecurities and pain and everything else that’s poisoning my head, there’s them.

Each one of them has their own shape. Their grip on my hair is different. They’re unique.

They’re mine.

Maybe that’s exactly what they’re after. For me to forget about everything else and focus on nothing and no one but them.

They’ve been obsessed with me for years.

Over the short time I’ve been around the three of them, I’ve become just as obsessed.

That’s what they want me to remember.

“Quinlan,” Rome demands an answer.

“Understood.”

The room turns silent except for the erratic beat of my heart. Their breaths are muted.

When fingers hook under my chin, I realize I haven’t heard the man who walked up to me.

His fingers are smooth, his touch rough. He could be any one of the three.

The man’s other hand winds in my hair, and I’m forced to look up. Then two of his fingers are on my teeth, shoving my bottom lip down.

Whoever’s there makes a satisfied sound and I think… I think this is—

No time to think. My mind goes blank when this man’s cock is shoved past my lips, as deep as it’d go.

His groan has me clenching my thighs. The pleasure is intense, and I can’t do anything other than give in. My toes tingle. My breasts are swollen with need. My hands ball into fists at my back.

I moan around him. I open my mouth wider for him, consenting to his brutal thrusts. To his vicious grip on my hair. I gag and choke on him, gasping for air. I cry out each time he hits the back of my throat, when he uses me like I’m nothing to him. Carelessly. Ruthlessly.

Or maybe he treats me like a diamond. Like I won’t break.

I can’t think of a name. With this thick, smooth cock in my mouth, I only want more.

The wise thing to do would be to try to smell him. Flatten my tongue, run it over the ridges of his cock. Taste this man. Try to make sense of who he is.

I’m too far gone in the sensation to do any of that. I just feel .

Too soon, he pulls me off his cock. Pats my head and leaves silently.

My mind is a mixture of pain and humiliation for being used as a hole to fuck. Even though it’s more than that. This is more than sex. This is about us, cementing our connection in a sick, depraved way.

In the best one possible.

“Well?” Rome’s impatient. Snappish. “What will it be, Quinlan?”

“Making us wait will land you five strokes,” Damien teases. I bet he’s smirking. “Please give me an excuse to have fun with the belt.”

Neither of them sounds breathless, like he’s been forcing himself into my mouth. That only leaves… “Liam.”

The first blow to my ass hurts the most. It’s the surprise, the shock. I stumble forward, and before I collapse to the floor, there’s a hand on the side of my neck.

“Wouldn’t want to get your beautiful nose broken,” Liam whispers. “Even though I really feel like hurting you right now. Mistaking me for someone else…” He tsks. “We’ll have to amend that. I’ll be fucking your mouth a lot more in the future, little flame.”

His voice is warm and smooth. His grip on me is brutal.

The things his voice does to me soften the worst of the pain.

If only for a second.

“Two, three.” Damien’s the one administering the blows. “Four…” He pauses, torturing me. Then he continues. Ten blows in total.

I promised myself I wouldn’t cry anymore tonight. Could swear I was done with the tears.

Laughable. I’m fucking laughable.

Hot, salty rivers pour from my eyes and down my cheeks. I’m soaking the tie, and it clings to my face. The pain in my ass is horrible. The humiliation stings just as badly. The way I crave it stings even worse. This is the worst.

This is the absolute best I’ve ever felt.

“Such a good girl,” Liam praises. It doesn’t change things. Doesn’t lessen the pain and embarrassment. His tongue on my tears does nothing to lessen it. I keep hurting. Keep crying. “Concentrate harder, little flame. You know us. You know you do.”

My chin wobbles. “Who was it?”

It’s Rome’s turn to laugh. A clipped, wicked laugh. “No.”

“Please,” I say to Liam. To the next man to yank at my hair. “Please.”

Please, I’ll do better. Please, I’ll call next time.

Please, don’t stop.

The man who takes my mouth next is gentler than the one before him. Barely. His grunts are louder, more feral. His precum leaks into my mouth, straight down my throat and I swallow it hungrily.

My lust and need and love are fierce. Except this isn’t the time to just be used. They’re doing this for a reason.

I’m reminded of Liam’s words. Concentrate harder, little flame .

I try. I do.

Yes, here it is. These groans. These sounds that are only his. The texture of his cock and the shape.

I recognize him.

This is Liam. It couldn’t be anyone else.

He pulls out, presses his lips to my tattoo, and walks back to the other two.

“Liam,” I blurt out.

“You sure about that?” Rome taunts.

One of the other men slaps the belt to his palm, or another part of their bodies. A warning.

“Yes.” I’m not deterred. That was Liam.

Someone comes at my back, his hand lacing around the front of my neck.

“That’s our good girl.” Liam kisses the same place he had a minute ago and goes back to join the others.

Another man arrives. His hands are on my cheeks, his grip firm. It hurts, his possessiveness.

It also gives me the biggest clue to who he is.

I keep my guess to myself, though. Don’t make a peep or tell them I know it’s Rome. My orgasm coils in my belly, and my lips tingle with anticipation.

He takes me, and I let him. I’m putty in his hands, quiet and submissive. I’m his, and I want it. All of him.

He’s hard, his tip is wet as he swipes it across my lips.

Fuck, he tastes good.

Then he fucks my face and I’m reduced to pure need. To aching desire. To a moaning, needy woman.

I’m nothing but theirs.

He groans, and it’s beautiful. Visceral. Part man, part animal.

Mine.

“Rome,” I breathe out. “You’re Rome.”

“Very good.” He bends toward me, his hands on either side of my neck. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, sweetheart. It was me the first time too.”

I gasp, narrowing my eyes, glowering at the darkness. “You tricked me. Again.”

“Tricked you?” He rips the blindfold off, his dark blue eyes the color of a storm. “I don’t remember anyone of us saying anything about you getting a different man each time. I could’ve been here, fucking your face, again and again and again. I could’ve had a lot of fun, messing with your head like that. I even considered it.” “Why?” I ask, though the answer is clear.

“Why?” I ask, though the answer is clear.

“Wanted you to recognize me.” He’s naked, moving to lie on the floor while pulling me on top of him. He’s teasing my clit. Pinching my nipple. His lips are on my shoulder. “ Needed you to recognize me.”

My ass burns, but I ignore the pain. I welcome it, leaning deeper into Rome and spreading my legs to straddle him. “Why did we stop? Damien?”

He and Liam walk up to us until they come into view. Liam’s cock is in his hand, and he’s stroking himself.

Damien’s still fully clothed. “You think you’re getting a pass from sucking me off, darling?”

“Maybe,” I poke the psycho bear.

Rome lines his cock to my pussy, shoving himself inside me. All the way in.

My pussy squeezes around Rome as he thrusts into me, as he reaches for my other nipple. Pinches and tortures me. I can hardly breathe. I still have to ask, “Did I do something wrong?”

Liam’s glaring at us, his gaze heated, hands curled into fists.

But it’s Rome who speaks. “Told you she’d love the belt.”

“I loved…” I suck in a breath. I’m spread open, pounded and used. I’m not vulnerable anymore. This is home. These men are home. “I loved having you in my mouth. And yes. The punishments.”

Liam, all hard planes and a heavy cock between his legs, lowers himself to the floor. He lies down next to us, his eyes moving between me to Rome. They’re having a private conversation while he fucks me.

Rome nods. Liam’s scar glistens, as do his eyes. He looks evil, as if he’s about to do something really bad. To cause damage.

“The belt on your ass will feel like nothing.” One hand on my hips, and he rips me away from Rome, hugging me to his chest.

Our eyes connect, and oh, how I love him. He also scares me to death. That doesn’t stop me from stroking his scar. From putting my lips to it. Licking it. I kiss every inch of Liam’s mangled skin. This isn’t me, trying to show him that he doesn’t disgust me.

I’m sucking on him because I can’t stop. Because it’s a beautiful part of him.

And I love him.

The man who holds me like he wants to hurt me lets out rough, manly moans. His cock jerks between us, and he puts a hand to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. My tongue explores more of him, and I’m moaning with him. The feel of him is addictive.

I’m obsessed.

He breathes hard, lowering us to the floor, positioning me on top of him.

Rome is behind me again, rubbing my ass, my hips, my waist.

Liam yanks me by the hair, forcing me up to look at him. “What we’re going to do will hurt that much more than the belt.”

I blink. Clench my ass. That’s where it hurts the most, right? I’m not used to their size in my pussy, and it’s that much more painful when they take my ass. Especially since there’s no lube in sight.

“Relax.” Rome runs his thumb on my tight hole. “I won’t touch your precious ass tonight.”

Damien, who’s been relatively quiet, descends to the floor. I gaze up at his sapphire eyes, at his mussed brown hair. Then he takes himself out and his cock is in my face, hard and veiny and perfect. I open my mouth, begging for him. He’s that beautiful. That hot.

“They’re taking your cunt.” He denies me of himself, shoving three fingers into my gaped mouth instead. His smirk is the cruelest it’s ever been. “Both of them.” In and out his fingers go, silencing my choked no s. “They’ll stretch you so pretty. Make your pussy weep. Put babies inside you.”

Damien isn’t jealous. He’s possessive and territorial even when they share me.

A sharp pain cuts through my lust haze. Liam’s teeth are on my breast, nipping, biting. His hands are on my hips, lowering me over his hard cock. Impaling me on his length.

“Ah, fuck, you have such a hot cunt, baby.” He drags me over his length. Taking my breath away. “So tight. We’ll have so much fun hurting you. Make you take us like that”— thrust —“like you’re a fuck doll. Like you’re ours.”

“You’re getting my cock last, darling.” Damien’s gaze flickers from me to Rome. “I love your teeth on me. But you might bite my dick off when Rome goes all the way in. When he and Liam stretch you so wide, you can’t see straight. And I can’t have that. See, I’m very much addicted to fucking you with it.”

Rome chooses that moment to add two fingers inside my pussy. Liam groans, the sound low, like he’s trying to hide it. His hands on my hips push me harder on him, rubbing my clit on his abdomen.

I tear myself from Damien, watching Liam gritting his teeth.

“It’s okay to like that,” I whisper between moans. “Having Rome’s fingers on you.”

Honestly, I wouldn’t mind if they loved each other that way. There’s nothing more natural than that. Than love. Rome doesn’t take out his fingers. He probably doesn’t care, either. That’s how much he loves friend.

“Of course it’s okay.” Liam’s face remains stony. Everything about him is, except his eyes. Except his fingers on my face. “But it’s not like that. I— fuck , the pressure. Can’t you feel it?”

When Rome pulls out, I gasp. The sting from having him there has turned into pleasure, and now I miss him there. So bad.

“I did. When he was there.”

Slap.

“Brat.” Rome’s palm lands on me a second time, connecting to the wounded parts of me. Where I’m sore from the belt. “Did we say you’re allowed to complain?”

On the third time, I howl in pain. “No, I—”

“I nothing.” Damien’s there to tug on my hair. “You’ll behave, Quinlan. Because you know us. You. Know. Us. We’re not nice. We’re not gentle. But we will be there for you. Every”—Liam punctuates each of Damien’s words by thrusting up, going deeper—“single”—Rome spanks me with the back of his hand, his rough knuckles scraping my wounded skin—“time.”

I cry out. I scream. I’m wet and close. I’m being held down by three men who own me. Who are willing to give me everything.

They’re insane. They’re exactly what I’ve needed all these years.

When the pain Rome administered subsides and his hand is stroking instead of destroying me, my vision clears.

The head of Damien’s cock is on my lips. There’s not a part of me that isn’t burning for him. For them.

He smears his arousal on my lips. On the skin around my mouth.

Liam is being ruthless when he moves his hands to my hips, fucking me harder. I hear Rome spitting, and since it doesn’t land on me, I assume it’s his palm. I’m so hot. Inferno levels hot.

My lips part, and I’m groaning with relief when Damien shoves himself into my mouth. My tongue swirls around the tip, claiming the salty taste of him for myself. It can’t be helped more than I can’t stop breathing.

“You’re beautiful when you’re desperate.” Damien pulls out, flicking his gaze behind me. “Want me to tell you what Rome’s doing?”

“Please.”

Liam’s cock pounds deep into me. His thrusts are slow, but that doesn’t make him any less aggressive. He fucks me like he hates me. That’s how much he loves me.

“Tell me.”

“He’s stroking his cock.” The bright sapphire in Damien’s eyes darkens. “Getting it wet for you. Wasted effort.”

Rome makes a choked sound that I’m too high to understand. He nudges himself to me and Liam stops moving us, his hands firm on my shaking body.

Damien’s attention is back on my face. “They’re going to rip you in half, wet or not.”

Rome groans, louder now. Pushes an inch of himself into me.

“That’s a good girl.” Liam helps him, moving me on top of him. Changing the angle so another inch of Rome slips in.

“No, no. I didn’t mean it before. I get it now.” My speech is frantic, my eyes darting low, searching for Liam. Damien won’t save me from this pain. From this intense pleasure that reaches behind my eyes. “You’re huge. Both of you. Please. More lube. Or another—” My lungs empty when Rome sinks farther inside. “Another day.”

Damien tips my head up. “No can do.”

“You’re having us.” Rome runs a hand over the curve of my ass. While he does, he pulls out, only a little. Tricking me into believing he’s about to offer me relief.

He doesn’t. He rolls his hips, sliding deeper into her. “Fuck. I don’t think I can stop.”

“He won’t.” Liam starts rocking me on him, treating me like a doll. A really, truly loved doll. “Neither of us will.”

“Don’t worry, darling.” Damien’s wink is no less wicked than his smirk. “They’ll make it fit.”

“Relax for me.” Rome’s not asking. He’s ordering. “Liam and I are going to fuck you together. It’s happening. Oh, fuck , you feel good. Our good girl.” He’s so big that I’m not sure how much more of him I can take. “Let me in. Let me use your sweet little cunt, Quinlan.”

“Deep breath.” Damien’s watching Rome. “He’s done waiting.”

Rome slams all the way inside me. No amount of breathing could’ve prepared me for this. My vision blurs at the edges as my body tries to accommodate him and Liam.

They aren’t giving me time to adjust to their girths, though. As soon as Rome is balls deep inside me, both of them start pounding into me.

They groan together, moving me and themselves in a rhythm that shouldn’t make sense, except it does. They know my body better than I do. Know my heart better than I do.

And in their merciless, agonizing thrusts, they hit every pleasure spot. The sparks of pain become a relief, and then yes, yes, yes, it’s pleasure.

Their strokes are brutal as they stretch me, and I’m grateful. So fucking grateful to be theirs.

They take and take, and I’m being used. I love being used.

By them.

“My turn.” Damien’s fingers pry my mouth open wider. He’s glaring at me, and I see it. That loss of control. A surge of pride lights me from the inside out. I made him this way. He’s mine. “You’re going to be a good little slut for me. A hole to use. You’ll let me fuck your mouth however I want.”

My consent isn’t needed. He himself said he’s not a nice guy.

But he’s asking for it anyway. In a fucked-up, Damien fashion.

I wouldn’t have him any other way.

I’m shaking and moaning and Rome’s rubbing my clit so good that I almost black out. I’m still coherent, just the right amount to blink and breathe out a “yes” for Damien.

I barely get the word out and he’s in. Damien’s hand wraps around the back of my head and he jerks his hips forward. Hits the back of my throat. Groans in pleasure while I choke on his length.

“Oh, fuck yes.” He holds me there, as much as the other men allow. Dragging his cock in and out of me. His pace is quick and punishing. There’s no reprieve in it. I don’t need a reprieve. Not from them.

“Look at those pretty lips wrapped around my dick. Suck me, Quinlan. Make it good. Yeah, just like that. With your tongue. Oh, Christ. Oh, fuck. Keep going. You’re doing so well.”

“Make her come.” I hear Liam, his voice strong. Possessive. Only it’s not me he’s talking to. It’s Rome who has his fingers on my clit. Who rubs me, forcing pleasure into me. “Need this perfect cunt to milk me. Need you tight and begging. I’ll fill you up when you come, Quinlan. Going to fuck babies into you.”

Liam’s dirty talk. The impossible stretch of my pussy. Damien debasing and owning my mouth.

My body can’t take another second of it. I lose control, a bright light bursting inside me. The entire room is being lit by it. The entire world. The universe.

I’m loud and breathless as I come. I’m shaking, floating, and I’ve never been more grounded.

“Such a good girl, little flame,” Liam groans, shoving me onto him as he spills inside me.

“ Fuuuck .” Rome keeps thrusting into me as he shoots his load inside me, and there’s so much of both of him and Liam that they’re dripping out of me and down my thighs. “Take it, sweetheart. God. Fuck. Take every drop.”

“Eyes closed,” Damien grits out, tugging on my hair. “I’m going to finish on your pretty eyes. Claim every inch of your beautiful face. Make a mess of it. Be a good girl. Close. Your. Eyes.”

Damien’s not messing around. He doesn’t deliver idle threats, either. I’m aware of that by now. So I do what he says. I close my eyes.

“Dirty girl.” Damien’s hiss comes out while he’s spraying his hot cum on my eyes, my cheeks, my mouth.

While Rome is shoving his and Liam’s semen deep into my pussy. While Liam rises to suck and nip on my nipples, his mouth prolonging my orgasm.

“Our dirty girl.” Damien’s lips are on me, and he’s kissing me with his cum on my mouth. “I fucking love you.”

“So much,” Liam says, helping me to my back.

“And now you’re never going to forget it.” Rome presses a kiss to my clit that makes me gasp.

One of them is carrying me to bed. A minute or an hour later—I’m so high time doesn’t mean anything, not really—someone wipes a warm washcloth to clean my face. Another one cleans my thighs, my pussy, down my ass.

I open my eyes when they’re done, gazing at the three men in my bed.

“I love you.” I had to say it. Couldn’t allow myself to drift off without it.

I love them. I do.

Even more so, I’m theirs. I’m this woman who accepts love and relents control. A woman who would tear down the world for the men who captured her. Who are turning her into a butterfly.

Whoever hurt them better watch out.

These men aren’t alone anymore.

They have me. And I’ll help.

There’s nothing I won’t do for them. Nothing at all.