41. CHAPTER FORTY

CHAPTER FORTY

Liam

We stand in my bedroom, the four of us. We haven’t spoken since we left Rome’s childhood home.

Well, haven’t talked about anything that matters. We’ve been moving through the motions, anxious to be home already.

We killed two people. Slayed two monsters.

Then we went back to acting like normal, non-murdering people. Dropped Anne off at her home, walked her into her apartment to make sure she’s okay. She looked fine. Composed. Nick is there for her, in case she was pretending. There to love her. To care for her. His mind isn’t littered with images and sounds of people taking their last agonized breaths.

Two monsters , I remind myself. We did good .

What are we doing here, again? I want to say something. Someone should say something.

“Liam?” Quinlan stares up at me in the dimly lit room. Her gray eyes are wide, pupils blown. High from the carnage. So am I. “Are you okay?”

This isn’t regret coursing through my body. Not blame.

Fuck that.

These were justified murders.

What I feel is power. The boost of adrenaline that started back in Rome’s childhood home won’t go away.

“Shirt. Off.” I don’t wait for Quinlan to remove the damn thing. My hands slap hers away, and I yank it up her body. Whip it off her. Toss it to the floor.

“Jeans. Now.”

Without much effort, Rome yanks Quinlan toward him by the back of the waistband of her jeans. She yelps, her eyes searching for Damien and mine. Neither of us is going to help against Rome. She wouldn’t want us to, either.

The feral look hasn’t left her gaze. That’s how I know she likes this. Needs this violence to take the edge off.

We all do.

Rome has his plans. He’s brought his sharpest knife up here. The knife that’s meant to cut meat. To go through bone, if he’s in the mood to do the butchering himself.

He could use a cleaver. He prefers this.

“You’ve been such a good girl today.” Rome’s chin is on her shoulder, his thumb on the button of her jeans. He could snap it open. Shove Quinlan’s jeans to the floor.

He won’t.

“Helping me out.” Quinlan’s wise to stay very still when he tugs on her jeans, separating them from her belly. “Showing me you paid attention in our session yesterday.”

“I did.”

She pretends to be wary of Rome and us. A pretense is all this is. Her head falls back to his shoulder. Her hands careful as she places them on his forearms.

“Such a good girl.” Damien advances on them.

His deviant gaze evokes whimpers from her. I think she might actually be scared of the creepy smirk stretching his lips. It turns him right the fuck on. He stops in front of her, towering over her on purpose.

He likes her scared. He likes the knife Rome’s holding close to her jeans.

“The way Joseph’s blood sprayed on your face.” He strokes her cheek, a light touch before he grips her by the jaw. “Got me so fucking hard, darling. I would’ve fucked you then and there. Any hole you’d have offered. I’d fucking take it.”

Her face has been cleaned since. We all went in for a quick shower in Rome’s old bedroom and changed into an identical set of clothes we walked in with. Clean ones. Our men brought a bag over so we wouldn’t raise suspicions once we left the building. They swiped the bathroom clean after we left, too.

But much like Damien, I haven’t forgotten how she hit Joseph. How hard the blow was. How blood splatters painted her cheeks like a vicious queen. The Red Queen.

“I was so close to having you there.” A couple of sawing into the jeans, and Rome slices through the waistband. “Fuck, sweetheart. If Anne wouldn’t have been there…” He pauses, rolling his hips. Smirking as the knife teases Quinlan’s panties. “I’d have fucked you on top of their corpses. Move them next to each other, made a makeshift bed out of these fuckers. Would’ve spread your legs and desecrated their bodies by sucking on your clit until you wept.”

He keeps slicing her jeans until his hand can’t reach any lower.

Watching my friends scare and defile Quinlan gets me so fucking hard. Makes me fucking throb. I stroke myself, keeping my distance. For now.

At her crotch, Rome hands the knife over to Damien.

I’m harder in an instant as soon as Damien kneels before her. When he looks like he’s about to go down on our girl. Except he isn’t there to eat her out. He’s on his knees to gain access to the leg of her jeans.

He’s careful as he cuts along her inner thigh, tearing the fabric. He pushes the ripped pieces down to her calf, her ankle.

“What else would you have done to her?” There’s a single drop of blood just above her knee. I groan at the sight of Damien licking it off her. At the sound of her moaning for him. “You would’ve shared her, wouldn’t you?”

Her thighs clench, breath hitching. The subtle gestures could’ve gone unnoticed by another man. Someone who didn’t care about her. A man who hasn’t fantasized about her day and night for years.

By a fool.

The tick in Rome’s jaw says he’s noticed, same as I have. Damien’s grip on her naked thigh is his dead giveaway. And while I can’t see myself, I have no fucking doubt it shows on my face. Fire flicks behind my eyes. In my chest.

“No.” Rome stares at me. “I would’ve called Liam to brutalize your pretty mouth with his cock.”

Damien gets up, his hand on Quinlan’s cheek. She parts her lips for him. I keep stroking myself, not minding one fucking bit that I’m being watched by them too.

“Would’ve flipped you on your side.” Rome continues, his hand trailing along her belly. “You would’ve been so wet. I’d drag your arousal to your ass. Stretched you with two fingers before I spread you wider with my cock.”

Quinlan’s eyes land on my hand. On the slow movements and the erection straining my jeans. She might be expecting me to take my Zippo out. Or my cock.

I won’t.

Today is all about Rome.

“Liam.” Her hesitation—her fear—are such a fucking turn-on. This won’t be the last time she’ll sound like this tonight. “You’re too far.”

“What’s this? You? Ordering me?” I fake indifference.

It works. She winces. Winces harder when Rome slides his hand around her neck and squeezes.

“I thought—”

“You thought nothing.” Damien pulls on her panties, slicing them right down the middle.

The flimsy material almost makes it to the floor when Damien snatches it. Sniffs it.

Shoves it into her mouth. She’s so beautiful, cheeks full and lips pressed together around her torn panties.

“Killing people together, it’s even more serious than making a vow,” he hisses, his fingers pinching her lips even tighter. “And we did it with you today. You’re going to keep being a good girl, darling. Trust that we’re never leaving.”

“That if we go, it’s so we could get you everything you want.” Rome’s rough, yanking the cups of Quinlan’s bra down, exposing her breasts to us. “What you need.”

He’s not wrong. And she’s gorgeous. Her nipples pink and hard and, God, fuck, I can’t stop obsessing over them. On whether I can make her come by sucking and flicking my tongue on them.

Damien’s less patient than Rome and I are, using the knife to tear her bra off. Pink and so delicious, I nearly abandon my mission.

“You might scream.” Damien twists his head to me, smirking, before he’s back to staring at her. “You might cry. You’ll definitely have marks on your skin for hours. More than these.” He traces a knuckle of her bandaged stomach, the gesture reverent. “Then again, isn’t that what you’re desperate for? Being our whore?”

She moans around her gag. She loves degradation, has learned to embrace just how much she gets off on it.

Damien throws the knife away from them. Together, he and Rome lead her to the bed.

“But first, I’ll make you feel good.” While Rome removes his T-shirt, Damien’s already on top of her, his hand on her clit. “So good. We need you wet. Need to make you come.”

He pins her arms over her head, with one hand on her wrists, the other between her spread legs. Stroking her pussy. Drawing moan after moan out of her. He’s worshipping her, pressing his body to her naked one. Licking her lips. Her cheeks are puffy with her panties stuffed in there.

“Such a pretty fuck doll.” I’m done being an observer. I move in next to a naked Rome. My hand cups her cheek, forcing her to look at me. “You can’t fight this anymore than you could fight the murderous little devil inside you.”

Her cheeks flush. Breath picking up. She’s close.

“Fuck doll,” Rome muses while his fingers twist and tug on one of her nipples, then the other. “I like the sound of that. Fitting. Such a perfect little fuck doll.”

While he might sound gentle, there’s no mistaking the edge in his voice.

“You know what I think?” My face is turned to him, my thumb stroking and digging into Quinlan’s cheek.

“What?” Damien asks, though I can’t be sure how much he cares for my answer.

His mouth is on the nipple that Rome doesn’t pinch and torture. By the sound of Quinlan’s scream, he’s biting her.

“Well?” Quinlan’s coming, and Rome’s talking to me like nothing’s happened. Almost.

He does that for her. She gets off on the humiliation. And she can see the outline of his hard cock in his jeans, just in case she has any doubt about how much he loves her. How much he’s desperate to fuck her through her orgasm.

“I think she’s soaked,” I say.

Damien makes a low voice in the back of his throat as he sucks on her neck, agreeing with me as his fingers keep fucking her.

“You could act out on your fantasy, Rome.” Our eyes do that silent communication we’ve done for years. “Minus the dead parents part.”

“Dead monsters ,” he corrects, ridding himself of his jeans and briefs. “What do you say, Damien?”

Quinlan moans and wriggles in our hold. I remove the gag and press a finger to her swollen lips, silencing her. Her whimper against my skin is sweet. She’s fighting me just enough to prove to us that she’s trying to escape.

Damien pulls his fingers out of her, sucking on them while looking at us. “She could use the extra lube.”

“More lube?” Rome jerks his chin, a sign for Damien to move out of the way. Which he does. Rome gets on the bed, flipping her on her belly and moving her to the center. His open palm lands on her ass. On the backs of her thighs. “I’ll give you more lube.”

While he turns her ass red, I lose my clothes. Adjust the switch of the lamp at my bedside to the lowest light possible, for Damien. He should be able to be naked around her too.

“Rome, no, I—”

“Little flame.” I’m on my knees beside her. My hand clamps on the back of her neck, shoving her head to the pillow. “Haven’t we been clear?”

Her eyes widen in terror. She makes it look so real. “About what?”

Damien finally strips on the other side of Quinlan, where she can’t see him. He’s back on the bed, naked, running his finger along the curve of her spine. Evoking tremors as Rome slaps and slaps and slaps her ass.

“The word no isn’t a part of your vocabulary anymore.” Damien leans in to bite on her shoulder while Rome spreads her butt cheeks. “The word fire will stop this, though. In case it gets too much.”

For me. He does that for me.

“Fire?” She gapes at me.

“Yes,” Damien says.

Rome yanks her hips up, fingering her pussy. She moans and groans into my palm, gasping when he pulls them out of her.

She screams when he shoves two soaked fingers into her tighter hole. Groans and grips the pillow as he stretches her. Breathes harder when he spits on her crack, rubbing his saliva into her.

“That’s enough lube for you, sweetheart?” He’s being cruel. It turns her on, her hips pushing back on him.

“Answer him,” I growl.

“No,” she whispers, licking her lips. Defiant little thing.

My head shakes. “That word again.”

“And after all this time, you still lie to us. Begging us to punish you.” Damien adds a finger to Rome’s two, spitting on them, lubing her some more. Stretching her to accommodate them. “Such a slut for pain.”

“I’m not lying.” She’s panting. Her eyes dark. She’s definitely lying.

I get the bottle of lube at the bedside table, throwing it on the bed. That’s for later. Now, I press a finger between her thighs.

Goddamn it.

“Dripping. Our lying fuck doll is soaked.”

“Oh, God.” Eyes rolling, she finally relents. Finally admitting to how much she needs this.

“Playtime is over.” Rome rolls over on his back, dragging her on top of him.

Her back presses to his chest, and I’m quick to turn her face to me and away from Damien. She won’t be able to see him, not when it’s this dark. I do it anyway.

Rome pops the top on the lube bottle, squirting a healthy dose on his cock, stroking it. He holds the base, his other arm looped around Quinlan’s waist.

“I want that pretty ass riding me,” he murmurs into her ear. “Or there will be consequences.”

“You’re so big,” she squirms when the head of his cock slides into her. “It hurts. Please, Rome.”

“That’s the whole point.” He pulls on her hair, his palm on her stomach pushing her lower. “You need it rough. Need the pain. I need it.”

“You only have yourself to blame.” Damien positions himself between her spread legs, spitting on her clit. Rubbing her. Pinching her. “Since you’re the one who chose to lie to us.”

Her screams and gasps for air would never get old. I’ll never get used to this.

“I can still see Rome’s dick, Quinlan.” My palm rests on her stomach, in the space above Rome’s hand. “You’re being a brat. It’s going to cost you.”

“He’s too big,” she repeats, her small fingers clawing at my chest. At my arm.

A pause. I give her these seconds to say fire .

Her lips twitch, offering me the tiniest smirk for a moment.

“You can take it.” I shove her down on his length. He rocks his hips, and I keep helping her down, telling her what a good girl she is, such a perfect fuck doll, how beautiful she is taking his cock in her ass.

As soon as he’s fully seated inside her, Damien slams into her pussy.

“Fuck,” she screams, her nails tearing at the skin of my arm.

“That’s right.” Damien’s hands are on her thighs, rocking into her in a punishing rhythm. Just like Rome does beneath them. All the time, I force her to look at me. Only me. “We’re fucking you, darling. You’re taking us so well.”

My erection is painful. I’m hard and throbbing. Aching for Quinlan from head to motherfucking toes.

I want to play out Rome’s fantasy. And mine.

“Don’t move.” She nods at my order. “Keep your beautiful face right where it is.”

“Yes.”

She’ll keep her word; I know she will. That’s what makes it easy for me to turn and stalk to my closet. Come back with my Zippo and the candles I bought just for her.

When I return, I have to subdue the urge to stay in place and watch the two of them fucking her. How they pin her between them. How she stares directly at me like I ordered.

Not today. Probably not ever again.

“I’m going to mark you, little flame.” The weight of my Zippo is familiar in my palm. The added candle…less so. “Your breasts… Black and blue and red from Damien’s teeth and Rome’s fingers. All that’s missing there is me.”

“Liam.” She’s terrified, desperate for this, and I haven’t even touched her. “Yes. No. Please.”

“Yes, sweetheart.” Rome looks over her head at what I’m doing while he thrusts into her ass. “The answer is yes. More.”

They’re all watching me now.

Flick . A flame comes to life. The wick of the red wax play candle catches fire and I fling the Zippo to somewhere behind me. I aim the candle to one of Quinlan’s breasts, the one closest to me.

“Ready?”

“I don’t know.” Her words are chopped, the sounds of bodies slapping together filling the room.

“Doesn’t matter.”

My gaze flickers between our girl’s pouty, parted lips, the melting wax, and—

“Oh, fuck.” Her back arches, though there’s nowhere for her to go. Nowhere with Rome and Damien holding her between them. Fucking her. Owning her. And now me. “Oh, fuck , Liam, it hurts so bad.”

“Give it a second.”

Teary, accusing eyes stare at me. “How would you know?”

“I jacked off to your photos, little flame.” I reach with the candle for her other breast. The second drop of wax to land on her, making her gasp. Making her scream. “I tested this brand on myself while I did. Came the hardest I’ve ever come in my life. Until I fucked you.”

My lips press and I blow out the candle. Throw it to the floor. I’ll clean it up later.

She groans behind clenched teeth, but her nipples are just as hard. And yes—that’s what I wanted. She’s coming. Crying and begging, her body shaking in my friends’ hold.

“Fuck, yes.” Rome’s hands grip Quinlan’s hips, shoving her deeper onto him. “That’s a good girl.”

“That’s a fucking good girl,” Damien adds, his thumb stroking her clit, stretching out her orgasm.

I palm both her breasts, taking pleasure in my handiwork. At the wax covering her skin. At Quinlan’s yes, please, more . Just like Rome ordered her.

“Our sweet, dirty girl.” I get on top of her, straddling her face. “You’re going to give Rome his fantasy.” I shove her bottom lip down, tap the damp head of my dick to her lips. “Suck, little flame.”

Her tongue peeks out for me, and I jerk my hips forward. In one shove, I’m all the way in, groaning at the resistance from the back of her throat. I wish I could let go completely. Be harsh and unrelenting. But it’ll hurt Rome.

So I’m restraining myself. Barely. I flatten a hand on the headboard, placing another one behind her head. I feel Rome, and it doesn’t bother me. All I care about is their pleasure. My friends’ and hers.

Mine.

It’s an indescribable kind of pleasure too, to thrust into her like this. To have her lips wrapped around my cock, feel her moans vibrating on my hard length. Tears run down her temples and she gags so beautifully for me.

This is love. This is everything. This is—

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming.” The pressure in my balls is overwhelming. My stomach coils, my muscles straining.

“She’s coming with you,” Damien says, and she does moan louder. Her lips do close on me, squeezing me.

I’m too far gone to turn around and watch him pleasuring her.

Too far gone to look anywhere else but her face. I see her wide pupils and the need that burns like a red, vibrant flame on her features.

The sounds she makes are more like screams as her orgasm ripples through her. That’s when I lose it and finish inside her mouth. Spilling myself down her throat. Releasing more when she gags on me.

“That’s it.” I pull out, my eyes glued to her throat as she swallows. “Every drop. Such a good fuck doll. Such a good girl.”

I move off her, kissing her as my friends groan and use her. Pleasure her. They grunt their orgasms and empty themselves in her pretty little cunt. In her sweet little ass.

I’m so turned on that I could start all over again. Except I care for her. I love her. She’s our priority, and she needs the rest.

We carry her to the bath. We look after her. We hug her until she falls asleep.

We. Love. Her.