4. CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREE

Damien

I’m out of Quinlan’s line of sight. Hidden in the shadows. Choosing a dark alleyway instead of going straight home.

Far, far, far away from my heart.

My cock throbs in my slacks. My chest feels tight.

Despite her mentioning her motherfucking half-brother, I’m still hard for her. I ache for her.

She’s my everything. She’s more than that. I’ve had my hands on her, finally. I claimed her.

She’s mine.

I’ve kept my distance over the past five years. Let our private investigators stalk her and deliver her photos to me. To Rome and Liam. Watched her through the camera I installed in her bathroom instead of coming near her myself.

No more driving up to her house. No more stalking her where she went. My feelings shifted as soon as she turned eighteen. I wanted to touch her. To have her.

I would’ve, and it was a risk.

It was too early for her to meet me. For me to kidnap her.

The three of us needed more money, more influence. More time to execute our revenge plan.

We have it now.

And I. Had. Her. Her pulse raged beneath my fingertips. Her back arched to me when I locked her between the wall and my body.

These few stolen minutes with her were all it took for me to lose it.

Images of her on her knees. Her nails digging into my thighs. Lips wrapped around my cock. Her throat gagging around me.

Quinlan would definitely use those fists on me then.

She’d punch me and take it. She could even punch me when I made her come. When I’d bury myself in her pussy. I’d welcome it.

I’d keep fucking her still.

Her self-defense classes would amount to nothing against me. Against us.

A smirk curves my lips up. This isn’t a part of the plan, fucking her.

The plan has been to mess with her head. The three of us were supposed to bump into her. Make her question her sanity before her meeting at BLF. Before we took her.

Rex would freak out. Stealing her from him would be even worse. It’d destroy him.

Then we’d rub it in his ugly face. Pretend like we’re violating her.

Quinlan passed between us would be the last thing he’d see before I put an end to his miserable existence.

I’ve wanted to have her. Fuck yes, I have. Nights of jacking off to the feed from her shower are proof of that.

But up until now, I haven’t thought about doing it without caring whether she consented or not.

And I’m not the only one. I’ve noticed the way Liam and Rome stroke her pictures. How they look at her with as much emotion as I do.

Twisted emotion, sure. Emotion nonetheless.

We weren’t supposed to fall for her. I highly doubt she’ll fall for us after everything.

Oh, who cares. I’ll worry about that later.

I’m too worked up to think of anything other than her body wrapped around me.

She yelled at me. Raged when I didn’t give her my name.

She wanted me. Even if it was for a moment.

My smirk grows wider the closer I get to where I parked my SUV. The right thing to do would be to drive straight home. Get back to the unanswered calls and texts that must be blowing up my phone.

I won’t go home. I will, however, check my phone.

Of course. Two missed calls from Liam, three from Rome.

There are two texts in the group chat, too.

Rome: Where are you, Damien?

Rome: You’re being a prick. Fucking answer.

Aww. His way of telling me he’s worried.

Liam: It’ll be too bad if you died. Twenty-three years of planning washed down the drain. Such a fucking shame.

I shake my head, moving through the streets. Through the night.

As much as I hated pulling away from Quinlan, I’m grateful for the distance.

She can’t have the upper hand.

Can’t find out she has my heart.

Not yet.

It’ll ruin the plan if she realizes how deep my obsession for her runs.

Down to my heart. To my soul. To my marrow.

Her birth meant Jagger, Laurel and I got to slip out of Rex’s claws. It ended up with us being taken by better families. Much.

She won’t make a good, reliable captive if she knows any of it. If she learns what she means to me.

I don’t answer my friends, slipping the phone into my pocket as I’m picking up the pace on my way to my car.

Resisting the urge to double back and be a miserable, vulnerable asshole around her is a hardship. I do it anyway. She’ll demand my name then, and I can’t give it to her. Rex can’t know I’m coming for him.

We’ve managed to live without having our names leaked to the press as the owners of BLF Capital for years. We’re just the VPs, high-ranking managers no one cares about. Only Tatum, our secretary, is in on our secret. She signed an NDA and is loyal to her core. It doesn’t hurt that we told her we’ll make her disappear in case she fails.

But if I told Quinlan my name, if Rex hears I sniff around his half-sister before I’ll have her as leverage, he’ll alert his cop buddies. The ones he met in the academy before they threw his ass out, years ago.

They’ll lock me up, and Rome and Liam won’t let me go down alone. They’ll say they planned on taking her too.

That’ll be it.

No avenging Rome by killing his parents. His dad who’s been starving him for years. His mom who hadn’t peeped a word to put a stop to this.

No killing Liam’s old monster of a babysitter.

Rex motherfucking Palmer will be a free man. I already lost his bitch ex-wife to a car accident.

A drunk driver robbed me of the pleasure of doing it by myself. I got my revenge on him, though. He accepted my offer to represent him pro bono. And I didn’t feel bad for failing at my job and throwing the case.

Didn’t feel anything when I visited Harlow Palmer’s grave the night of the funeral. When I spat on it. When Rome bashed the gravestone with a sledgehammer. When Liam burned the flowers her mother left her there.

Fun times.

But I digress.

Quinlan has to remain in the dark about my identity. Rome and Liam will visit her throughout the week. They’ll mess with her.

I should’ve told them I was going to her today. That I had to be first.

Except I couldn’t fight the impulse. I couldn’t think straight.

I unlock my black Mercedes SUV with one click on the fob. Climb inside. The moment the driver door closes and I’m alone in my car, I let out a laugh. A low, rugged one.

A frustrated one. I’m hard. Desperate for a release after today.

Driving when I’m like this is reckless.

That, and I’m an impatient fucker. Behind tinted glass in a mostly empty street, I unbuckle my belt. The sound of a zipper rolling is the only one in the silent car.

My cock throbs in my fist, and I give it one painful tug. I groan, frustrated at how unsatisfying it is.

I could come from the thought of Quinlan alone any day of the week. Could replay what happened today. Cornering her. Watching my little prey fight me while I take her. While I give her all of me. The sick and twisted parts of me. The loving, dedicated parts.

I’ll lay my obsession at her feet.

The real me.

Could, and won’t. I have videos of her saved on my phone. Every second she’s spent in her shower is recorded and saved on my phone.

Naked. Unsuspecting. Mine.

Ours .

My favorite is the one I have of her from last summer. The steam didn’t fog up the glass of her shower or the camera’s lens. Her curves, the water sliding down her body… How she touched herself.

It’s all there. This is the one video I jack off to the most.

I’m lonely. I need her. Haven’t had or wanted another woman for years . No one else exists.

Quinlan’s videos are the air I breathe. What helps tame the beast until I finally have her.

And I just touched her.

If I can’t make her come on my tongue, watching her shower will have to do.

This video. This fucking video.

Quinlan tugs on her hairband, freeing thick locks upon locks of sandy blonde hair. Tips her head up, raking her fingers through her hair that cascades over her shoulders.

From this angle, I see her parted lips. The hint of a smile.

Hand in my boxers, I start stroking myself. Up and down. Root to tip. That’s where those pouty pink lips will go, stretching around my girth.

Next, she shucks off the clothes she slept in. Neon yellow tank and white sleep shorts.

Without her panties on, she’s completely naked. Her pretty pussy is smooth. Her ass is round and so fucking delicious.

Biteable. I’ll leave my marks there. My belt. My teeth. My hands. Every time she’ll sit, she’ll be reminded of me. Of how good I made her feel.

Precum leaks from the tip of my cock as I drown in her. She’s graceful as she slides the glass door of the shower closed. Her feet pad along the black tiles, and she gasps when that first water stream hits her skin from the shower head above.

So. Fucking. Cute.

More than that. She’s hot. I can’t look away from her hard pink nipples through the clear glass. From the water drops cascading down her body.

Her fingers settle between her thighs. One hand splayed on the wall for balance.

There she is. My girl.

Ours , I remind myself again.

Yeah, no. Tonight, she’s mine. All goddamn mine.

“Fuck,” she sighs, her head bowing.

Her hair hides her face. Which is fine. I have every inch of her face ingrained into my mind.

And I get to hear her. Her moans. Her hushed curses.

She’s a virgin, our Quinlan. Doesn’t mean she’s innocent. She knows what she wants. The way she rubs herself, the way she gets off. I make it just in time to come with her, to groan inside my car and shoot my load in my palm.

When I have her, it won’t be fast. I’ll stretch it for minutes that’ll feel like hours. Deny her orgasms, if I’m in the mood. Make her come so hard she cries for me.

If she’ll allow Liam and Rome to take her, they’ll do the same.

Because that’s the fucking point, right? The new one.

Take her. Fuck with her. Make her addicted to us despite herself.

I’m not sure why there’s so much torture set in my plans for her. She’s my savior.

I just fucked my hand in my car because of how much I need her. Came so hard I saw stars.

She’s the only thing he loves.

Rex will be in agony, imagining all the ways my friends and I are violating his dearest half-sister.

I should be satisfied with that. I’m not.

All of her. That’s what I want. That’s what I’ll have.

The revenge on its own isn’t cutting it anymore.

I grab a tissue from the glove compartment, wipe my hand clean, and start the car. The wheels screech when I press on the gas and peel out to the road. I blend into traffic. Get lost between other cars and drive straight ahead.

I’m heading home.

Or… No.

There’s one stop before I go home. Maeve’s. Where I’ll be reminded exactly why I can’t kidnap Quinlan this fucking minute. Why I’ll never deviate from our plan.

The bastard’s in there. Rex moves around the café, cleaning the place up, helping Wayne, the brown-haired server.

Yeah, I know their names. Our private detectives were ordered to deliver us every single detail about our targets. Our job was to memorize them.

Rex shouts at the poor guy. I can’t hear him, but his face contorts, triggering the worst memories of my life.

The scars on my abdomen come to life.

Strengthening my resolve.

We’ll have our revenge. Then we’ll have the girl.

We’ll make her love us. I wasn’t sure before. I am now.

She’s a fiery little thing. A toy I already enjoyed playing with. A woman I’ll gladly defile.

She’ll fight us on it.

She might not approve of our revenge plan.

She won’t have a choice in the matter.

We own her. I’ll have the best time proving it to her.

My mouth ticks up to the side.

Can’t fucking wait.

One week.

One.