Chapter Fifteen
LIAM
I take a few deep breaths, letting them out slowly to calm myself. I’m still furious, and I’m not even sure why.
I guess I’m mad at the situation, mad at my father for losing his mind, mad at myself that I might have fucked all of this up.
What if she’s really not Maggie?
I told Dare we can’t let her go, and I mean it. Even if she’s really Isla Quinn, whoever that is, she’s in too deep. She knows too much.
And what I really hate myself for is that I want to keep her to myself. It’s taken me some time to realize why I’ve been so angry, but it’s because Dare got to her first.
I’m jealous, and it’s driving me crazy.
But what if there is another option? What if…
No, that’s crazy, right?
But what if she says yes? And what if she says no?
I have to stop pulling my hair, or I’ll go bald in no time.
There’s only one way to solve this, and it’ll either scare her to death, or she’ll decide to do it.
I open the front door, and Isla jumps, standing with her back to me.
She slowly turns around.
Her eyes slice through mine, shredding me whole.
“Maybe you’re not Maggie Sullivan.”
“Does that mean you’re going to let me go?” There isn’t much hope in her voice, but it’s there.
Time to crush what’s left of it.
“No.”
She trembles slightly, and Dare puts a hand on her arm.
I grit my teeth when she doesn’t pull away.
“Then what are you going to do with me?”
I shrug. “It’s really your choice, Isla. I can kill you right here, right now.”
Her breath catches and both Dare and Cillian freeze.
Her voice is barely above a whisper when she says, “What is the alternative?”
“We keep you here. But for as long as you are a guest here, you will be our pet.”
Cillian’s mouth drops open, and Dare looks at me like I’ve completely lost my mind.
Maybe I have.
“Your pet?”
“Exactly. You’ll service us whenever we want, and in return, we’ll keep you fed and taken care of.”
“Boss, what in the fuck are you talking about?” Cillian’s voice is low and dangerous, and he may hit me for this, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
And honestly, I don’t even know if I want to stop myself. I’ll be damned if I let Dare get her without a fight. And if this is the only way to do it, so be it.
I take a couple of steps toward her, and she backs up against Dare, who is holding her loosely in his arms.
It makes me want to punch him, rip her from his arms, and show them who owns her.
The thought of fucking her in front of Dare, and maybe Cillian, makes my cock go half-mast.
What the fuck?
“I’m no pet. And I'm not a fucking prostitute.”
“Of course, you’re not a prostitute. You won’t get paid for services rendered. But we will take care of all your needs.”
“You can’t be serious.”
I smile slowly, taking another step toward her. This time, she doesn’t flinch away.
“I’m as serious as a heart attack, Isla.” I make a point to draw out her name, pronouncing it correctly. Now that I’m not sure if she’s Maggie, I’ll call her by what she wants to be called.
Dare keeps his arms around her protectively, and I want to scream.
“Do you want us?” It’s Cillian who speaks up, and you could knock me over with a feather.
I thought he’d be against this even more than Dare, who clearly wants Isla to himself.
Fuck that.
“Wh-what are you talking about?” She sounds incredulous, but her face is flushed, and she leans back against Dare’s chest. “Of course... of course not.”
Cillian steps forward, grabbing her chin in his hand and squeezing so that her mouth pops open. “Do. You. Want. Us?”
He squeezes her jaw a bit harder when she doesn’t answer, and a moan comes out of her throat.
He nods. “That’s what I thought.”
I step forward, jealousy flaring inside me as Cillian gets closer to her.
I lean down close to her ear. “Use your words to answer his question truthfully.”
“Yes,” she whispers, and that’s good enough for me.
I pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carrying her to the bedroom, not caring if the other two will follow.
If they don’t, that’s their prerogative. I’ll take her as my own.
Dressed in a pair of sweats and a camisole, she pants as I drop her and remove my shirt, unbuttoning it and folding it neatly on the dresser.
“Oh,” she murmurs, looking up at me, and I can’t help but grin.
I take the way my body looks seriously, and I work out religiously, lifting to keep the weight on and not doing too much cardio.
Dare instantly gets into bed with her, sidling up next to her, and my jaw hurts from clenching it so much, but I’ve got to get through this.
Isla Quinn, or whoever she is, is still trouble. I may want her, but I’m not going to be like Dare and make goo goo eyes at her.
I grab her by the ankles and yank her to the end of the bed, removing her sweats while Dare removes her camisole.
Cillian has perched on the edge of the bed, but I’m barely paying attention to him or Dare, focused solely on Isla.
God, she’s gorgeous. Thin and lean, a four-pack abdomen, breasts that are the perfect size for cupping, her thighs thick, calves trim.
She works on herself, too, and you can see how hard. She has a long scar on her abdomen, and I trace it.
She shivers.
“Appendicitis.”
I hum, not much caring one way or the other. I have plenty of my own scars, but none from surgery.
Cillian looks worse than I do.
Isla traces a few of my scars with her fingertips, a bullet hole, a slash of a knife, and it’s my turn to gasp.
No one has ever touched them like that.
I like to keep things short and not so sweet. It’s always been quick, wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. But this woman right here? Her, I want to savor like a delicacy, I want to take my time with her and learn all the spots that make her tremble, that make her moan, that hurt so good.
I want to take Isla seven ways from Sunday.
I spread her thighs as Dare takes a nipple into his mouth.
I thought I’d be jealous, angry at him for even touching her, but I love the way she throws her head back, fisting the sheets.
“Touch me, Liam. Cillian. Please.”
Cillian slowly puts a hand high up on her thigh, and I kneel, wanting to taste her.
I yank her further down the bed, letting her ass nearly hang off as I press my face against her sex.
I moan against her.
She smells both clean and musky, and it’s intoxicating.
I slide two fingers into her, pumping them in and out at an upward angle.
Going over the spongy part of her g-spot, I know I’ve reached the right rhythm when she moans out my name.
I latch around her clit, working my tongue over it until her thighs are trembling.
When I pump my fingers faster, she flutters around me, and when she comes, she arches off the bed, grinding her pussy on my tongue.
Absolute euphoria. It’s like I can do anything, making her come.
“Fuck.” Dare ruts against her thigh, sitting up to impatiently remove his shirt.
Now Cillian is the only one who’s fully clothed, and I wonder if he’ll even participate when he surprises me.
“Can I have a taste?”
I blink at him, then smirk down at Isla. “What do you think?”
“Please,” she gasps. “Please, somebody fuck me.”
Dare chuckles softly. “In due time.”
Isla’s mouth opens, her tongue swiping her lips wantonly, and it sends an ache right through my cock.
Dare’s tenting his sweats while Cillian looks determined more than anything else.
“Baby needs something in her mouth,” Dare murmurs, and she nods eagerly, looking up at him.
“Turn around,” Cillian orders. “All fours on the bed, in front of Dare.”
I stand, and Isla scrambles up, presenting herself to me and Cillian.
Her sex glistens and precum leaks from my tip.
I want her so bad it physically hurts at this point, but I want her to get off a half dozen times before I claim her.
I might have suggested this because we needed a release, but it’s more important that we take care of her. The thought of getting her off is enough to get me leaking even more.
I’ve never been a selfish lover, but for some reason it feels especially important to give Isla unimaginable pleasure.
“Jesus, look at you,” Cillian mutters. “So wet for us.”
She groans, spreading her thighs further, and Cillian doesn’t waste time, taking my place and licking along her slit as Dare braces his back against the headboard.
Cillian goes at her like she’s a four-course meal, kissing along her lower lips before latching onto her clit.
When he shoves two fingers in, she nearly yelps, rocking back against his fingers.
I know she’s already coming again when she moans and puts her hands on Dare’s waistband.
I walk around the bed so I can see her face, watch her as she shoves Dare’s sweats down and frees his giant cock.
Don’t get me wrong, I knew he was well-endowed from locker rooms, but this is ridiculous.
I’m not lacking in that department myself, but Jesus.
She takes him halfway, her eyes watering, and I can’t stop from unbuttoning my pants, freeing my cock, and pumping it with my fist as I look down at her.
Isla moans, looking hungrily at me for a moment before turning back to Dare, who is turning a shade of red I didn’t know naturally occurred.
“Oh, fuck, a ghrá, just like that. You can take more. I know you can.”
She gags, and Dare draws in a ragged breath.
She does look pretty with her mouth full, her hazel eyes overflowing with tears from the gagging.
Dare thrusts up into her mouth, forcing more of himself down her throat, and she moans around him, the sound muffled among the lewd sounds of Cillian finger-fucking her senseless.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck me.” Her words a mix between a prayer and a plea.
Cillian stands up, his face covered in her slick. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”
He takes himself in hand and presses into her, slowly at first, but she rolls her hips back like a pro, fucking herself on his cock.
Her muffled moans get louder, and Dare lets out a string of Gaelic curses when he spills in her mouth and all over her face.
Her tongue darts out to lick the stray cum on her face, and I have to grip myself at my base to keep from exploding right there.
Cillian’s still fucking her in long, slow strokes, but his breath is already hitching.
It’s no wonder. It’s so hot, seeing her fucked out like this.
Dare pulls out of her mouth, leaning down to kiss her while she’s still covered in him, and I groan, finally breaking my silence.
“Look at you. Such a good fucking girl, taking Cill like that.”
She hiccups out a whine, rolling her hips back, taking him deeper, and Cillian cries out, grabbing onto her hips with a steel grip.
“If you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to come.”
“Come for me, Cill. Fill me up,” she groans, and Cillian grits his teeth, glancing at me desperately.
I smirk and shrug, and he fucks her hard and fast, finally spilling inside her.
She collapses, face in the pillow, and Dare chuckles, dragging his hand along her spine.
“You’re not finished yet, are you?” I gesture down to my erection, which I’m still holding.
She licks her lips and rolls over, spreading her thighs, spent.
“That’s all right. I’ll take care of you.” I cover her with my body as Dare twists one of her nipples between his fingers.
She lets out little whining moans as I guide myself into her, fucking her in long but rough strokes.
Her breasts bounce as I fuck her, and I slide my hands under her ass to angle her in a way that makes the movement smoother.
God, she’s even hotter and tighter than I would have imagined, and I’m certainly not going to last long, but she’s already clenching around me from the aftershocks.
“God, do it, Liam. Come in me, please, make me a mess.”
“You are a mess, aren’t you? Messy little slut, just taking care of all of us. Love being all full of dick, don’t you?” I fuck her harder, chasing my orgasm.
She looks up at me with wide hazel eyes that are still leaking tears, and that does it.
My balls ache as I fill her up, crying out her name—Isla.
As I come down from my high, all I can think about is that whether she wants it or not, she is our pet now.