Crown of Lies (Pretty Ruthless Monsters #2)

14. Atlas

14

ATLAS

Quinn’s lips are warm and soft, just like I remember. The moment they meet mine, it’s like a dam bursting open inside me, unleashing a flood of pent-up desire. I kiss her back fiercely, my tongue delving into her mouth as I pull her tight against me.

She arches into me, a soft moan escaping her lips as I trail kisses down her neck. I nip at her skin, marking her with my teeth as well as my ink.

I need to claim her, to make her mine. My hands roam over her body, touching and exploring every inch of her soft skin. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.

Heat explodes between us, consuming me from the inside out. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but this need has overtaken me and there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop it.

And right now? Stopping is the last thing I want to do.

Seeing that fucker hit on her, watching him put his filthy hands on what’s mine… it made me see red. I wanted to kill him, to murder him with my bare hands for daring to touch her. The rage consumed me, burning through my veins like molten lava.

And then when she suggested I had no claim over her because we’re not married? Because she wasn’t wearing my ring? It unleashed something primal inside me, a possessive need to mark her as mine in every way possible.

I need to see my mark on her skin. I need it more than my next breath. More than anything in this fucked up world.

My breath comes out in a ragged burst as I break from the kiss and look down into her eyes. They’re dark with desire, her pupils blown wide. Just like mine must be.

“Atlas,” she breathes out, my name falling from her lips in a way I haven’t heard in far too fucking long.

I growl in response, nipping at the sensitive skin just below her breasts. Mine. She’s mine, and I’ll make damn sure every fucker in this club knows it.

I pull back, breathing hard as I indulge my need to look down at the fresh tattoo on her skin one more time. It’s still bloody and dark, the ink stark against her pale flesh. A primal satisfaction surges through me at the sight of the mark.

“Fuck,” I growl, tracing the outline with my fingertip. The skin is raised and hot to the touch. She hisses, a mix of pain and pleasure, and the sound goes straight to my cock.

My mark looks good on her. Damn good. But it’s not enough. I need more.

“This looks fucking perfect on you,” I tell her. “But it’s still not enough. I need to see all of you.”

Without waiting for a response, I grab her bra and yank it down forcefully. The flimsy material tears easily under my hands, baring her breasts to my hungry gaze.

Her nipples are hard, begging for my touch. I don’t hesitate to oblige, palming her breasts and rolling the sensitive peaks between my fingers.

She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. The sound drives me wild, stoking the fire that’s been burning in my veins since she dragged me out of that bar.

“Yes,” she gasps, her hands clutching at my shoulders. “Holy fuck, yes. More.”

I lean down, my mouth hovering over one taut peak. “I’m gonna make sure every fucker knows you’re mine,” I tell her, my voice a gravelly promise. “Is that what you want? Is that what you want to hear me say?”

I swirl my tongue around one nipple, earning a sharp intake of breath from her. “I-I don’t… I can’t. God, just don’t fucking stop.”

Not quite the answer I’m looking for, but it’s probably hard for her to think clearly when I’m devouring her perfect tits.

I suck harder, groaning at the taste of her until her entire nipple is in my mouth. My hands roam over her body, claiming and possessing. I need to brand her with my touch, to imprint myself on her so deeply that no one will ever be able to erase me.

“Yeah, you do like that, don’t you?” I murmur against her skin, my lips brushing the sensitive underswell of her breast. “You like knowing that Nico is gonna see what we’ve done. Killian too.”

She whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Yes,” she answers in a rush of breath. “I do. I do love it. I want—want them to see.”

“Let me hear you beg for my cock.”

I can almost see the switch flip inside her.

“You son of a bitch,” she says, pushing at my chest. The fury in her eyes is like a match to gasoline, stoking the flames of my desire. “You think I’m gonna fucking beg for it? You can go to hell. Go fuck yourself.”

I smirk, fire coursing through my veins. This isn’t the first time she’s told me to go to hell, and it sure as hell won’t be the last. But I’m not backing down this time. Not when I can see the desire burning just as hot in her eyes.

“I’d rather fuck you.” Yeah, I’m teasing her as much as she’s tempting me right now, but she fucking deserves it. I’m still pissed off from the way she said I had no claim on her, how easily it rolled off her tongue.

I’m still pissed about other things too. Thoughts and feelings I keep trying to push aside, only to have them bubble back up at the worst fucking time.

Like now.

Her lips part on a sharp inhale, and in that moment, I strike. I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, devouring her with an intensity that matches the storm raging inside me.

She fights me, scratching at my shoulders, then tries pushing me away only to pull me right back. But I’m not willing to play these little games for much longer.

I want her. I know she wants me. I’m going to have her.

Pinning her hands above her head, I hold her captive as I plunder her mouth.

When I finally pull away, we’re both breathless, our chests heaving. I glare down at her, my eyes dark with possessiveness. “You ready to take my cock now? Or do you want to keep pretending like you don’t need it? Like you haven’t been fucking dreaming about it?”

A shiver runs through her, and I know I’ve called it exactly right. I lean down, my mouth hovering over her ear. “Let’s see how long you can keep up that attitude.”

She bucks her hips, a taunt and an invitation all in one. “Fuck you, Atlas. I don’t need this. Not from you.”

I chuckle darkly, my thumb and forefinger closing around one taut nipple. I twist and tug, loving the way she writhes beneath me. “Oh, you need it alright. You’re just too goddamn stubborn to admit it.”

My fingers move to the other nipple, pinching and tugging until she’s squirming and gasping, each exhale a short, sharp burst. I can feel her desire radiating off her in waves, mixing with the heat of my anger.

I’m gonna make her feel good. Really fucking good. But I’m gonna make it hurt too. I know she can take it, but more importantly?

I know that’s how she wants it.

I rock back on me heels and tug at her jeans, pulling her panties down a few inches at the same time. There’s a flash of uncertainty in her eyes now, and the sight of it sends a rush of satisfaction through me. Good. I want her off-balance, anticipating what I’m going to do as I expose more and more of her body with each tug of the tight denim she’s wearing.

Her hands fly to cover herself, but I slap them away.

“None of that,” I growl. “I wanna see all of you.”

Her eyes flash with defiance, but I don’t give a shit about that right now. In one swift move, I rip her jeans and panties the rest of the way off, baring her completely. She’s wet and glistening, and the sight of her like that punches me right in the gut.

She doesn’t need to tell me how badly she wants this. I can see it with my own two eyes.

Still, I want to hear her say it.

I lean down, my breath hot against her sensitive skin as I nuzzle her inner thigh. “Look at you,” I murmur, my lips brushing her flesh. “So fucking wet for me.”

“Oh fuck,” she moans, squirming beneath me.

“Beg me,” I demand, my voice low and rough. “Beg me to taste you.”

She hesitates, biting her lip as she grapples with her defiance and her need. I reward that hesitation with a nip to her inner thigh, just hard enough to sting.

“Say my name,” I tell her, my voice a low growl. “You say it, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Her eyes blaze at me, but she doesn’t say a word. Not the one I want to hear, anyway. She’s too damn stubborn for her own good.

“Fine,” I say, straightening up. “Be that way.”

I step back, folding my arms over my chest. “You wanna keep this game going, that’s fine by me. But no more touching until you come crawling to me.”

Her eyes go wide, and her breath hitches mid-moan. “Atlas,” she says so quietly I can barely hear her. “Get over here and take what you want.”

Close enough. At least she broke first .

Leaning down, I breathe in her scent again, letting it fill my lungs before I taste her.

I might still have some unresolved anger directed her way, but she tastes like heaven. I groan, sinking my teeth into her thigh as I pull her closer, just to teach her a lesson. Just because I can. I lap at her, my tongue stroking and probing, loving the way she writhes and bucks beneath me.

“Oh, god,” she cries out, her hands tangling in my hair. “Atlas, yes. Right there. Don’t stop.”

“Not stopping now,” I grunt out the reply. “Not when you’re just starting to behave.”

I see the flash of anger in her eyes again, but it’s replaced by pure, hungry need as I work her clit with my tongue.

I feast on her—losing myself in it—until her thighs start to shake. Her breath comes out in short, sharp bursts, and I know she’s close. So damn close.

I curl my tongue around her clit, flicking and sucking, and that sends her over the edge. She bucks wildly beneath me, her hands all over me as she cries out my name, shuddering and pulsing, riding out the wave of her orgasm.

She’s beautiful like this—wild and untamed. I could watch her fall apart like this a thousand times and never get tired of the view. But we’re not done yet, not by a long shot.

I turn her over, pushing her down onto her hands and knees. Her ass is a work of art, and I can’t resist slapping one cheek, then the other, leaving my mark here on her perfect skin, if only for a little while. She grinds back against me, her hips moving in a seductive rhythm that has my cock twitching.

I yank my own clothes off in a hurry, my impatience burning through me. I want to feel her around me, taking me deep as I pound into her until we both forget our own names.

“You like that, vicious?” I growl, my voice husky. “You like it when I spank you?”

“Yes,” she gasps without hesitating as she pushes her ass back against me. “I do. Fuck you, I do.”

I can hear the bite of anger in her voice, laced with arousal, and it makes a savage smile tug at my lips. I slap her ass again, loving the way the sound echoes in the otherwise silent room. “You’re mine now, you hear me? All mine.”

“Yours,” she moans, pushing back even more insistently, almost frantically. “Fuck me, Atlas.”

I position myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock against her wet heat. “Say it again,” I demand, my voice harsh. “Say I can take what’s mine.”

“Take it,” she groans. “Fucking hell, just take it.”

That’s what I’ve been waiting to hear. With a sharp thrust, I drive into her, burying myself to the hilt. We both groan at the sensation, the feeling of finally being joined together after too damn long apart.

I pull out and slam back into her, setting a relentless pace. I’m rougher than I’ve ever been before, but she takes it. She takes all of me, crying out and begging for more. Her walls pulse and flutter around me, milking my cock as I pound into her.

“That’s it,” I growl, reaching around to pinch and tug her nipple. “Take it all. Soak my fucking cock.”

“Oh god,” she gasps, thrusting back against me. “Yes, yes, yes. Harder, Atlas. Fuck me harder.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I grab her hips and slam into her with everything I’ve got, driving us both toward the edge. It’s like we’re possessed, our bodies moving in perfect sync as we seek our release.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” I pant, slapping her ass again. “You like it when I take what’s mine?”

“Yes,” she cries out, her voice hoarse. “Goddammit, yes! Don’t fucking stop.”

I oblige, pounding into her with wild abandon. I can feel the orgasm building inside me, a coiled spring ready to snap. But I hold on, wanting to take her with me.

I feel like I’m possessed. Like I’m having some kind of out-of-body experience. Her encouragement only makes me want to fuck her harder, until we’re both sore and exhausted and unable to give voice to even a single word of regret when it’s all over. Regret that I can already feel bubbling up inside me, even as I lose myself in her perfect fucking pussy.

Yeah, she’ll probably go right back to hating me when it’s over. Hell, I already hate myself a little for what we’re doing. But I don’t care. Not right now, when I’m still balls deep inside her.

With a fierce grimace, I slide out of her heat and flip her onto her knees. Standing, I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back, looking down at her with all kinds of dark thoughts running through my mind.

“Get on your knees,” I growl, even though she’s already there and not putting up a fight. “I’m gonna fuck every one of your holes.”

Her mouth opens like she’s going to say something, but I don’t give her any time to get the words out. I don’t need to hear her right now, not while I’m still so close to coming that I can barely even think straight.

I position myself at her lips, my cock twitching with anticipation. “Suck it,” I demand, my voice harsh and commanding. “Show me how much you need it.”

Her lips part and her tongue snakes out, swirling around the head of my cock. I groan at the sensation, my hand tightening in her hair as I guide myself into her warm, wet mouth.

“That’s it,” I grunt, my hips rocking gently as I start to fuck her face. “Take it all. Every fucking inch.”

She does as she’s told, her lips wrapping tightly around me as she bobs her head up and down. She winces, no doubt from an aching jaw, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she actually—surprisingly—relaxes for me, opening herself up and letting me take control.

The sight of her there, on her knees, taking me deep—it’s more than I can bear. I thread my fingers through her hair, holding her in place as I thrust into her mouth, my hips moving in a steady rhythm.

“You like that, don’t you?” I murmur, my eyes hooded as I watch her take me deep. “You like being on your knees for me.”

She moans her answer, the vibrations shooting straight to my cock. I groan, my hands tightening in her hair as I thrust a little harder, a little faster.

I’m trying to hold back, but I’m closer than I thought, the pressure building until I’m about to explode.

Instead, I pull out again, my cock slick with her saliva, and position her on her hands and knees. She’s beautiful like this, so fucking alluring, and it’s taking every ounce of my control not to just sink back into her pussy and finish what I started.

But I have other plans.

Coating my cock with her arousal, I slide a finger into her ass, watching her face as her eyes go wide. She clearly wasn’t expecting this, and the thought of taking her like this sends a jolt of pure lust through me.

“You ready for me to fuck you here too?” I ask, my voice hoarse. “Ready to take my cock up your pretty little ass?”

“I-I don’t—” she starts to say, but her words turn into a breathy moan as I slowly start to add a second finger. “Oh, fuck, Atlas. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re stretching me.”

“You like it. You want me to stretch you, to fill you up with my cum. Say it.”

She hesitates until I pull both fingers almost all the way out and then slide them home again, all the way down to my knuckles. “Say it.”

“Yes. God, yes. I need it. I want it. It feels so— fuck .”

Hearing those words, that admission, sends a rush of feral possessiveness through me. Still, I can’t help but tease her after all the times she’s teased me. “You sure about that? It’s gonna hurt.”

“I don’t care.” She pushes back against my fingers, breathing hard. “I liked it when Killian did it. I like the pain. I want you to fuck me. All of me. Every hole.”

My balls draw up tight, arousal buzzing through my veins. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’m gonna spray my load all over the gorgeous curves of her ass—but I want to hear her say one more thing first.

“Beg for it,” I demand, my voice rough. “Tell me how badly you want my cock in your ass. My cock. Not anyone else’s.”

There’s a moment of silence, broken only by our harsh breathing. Then Quinn draws in a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling.

“Please,” she whispers, so low I almost don’t hear it. “ Please . Fuck me.”

Withdrawing my fingers, I position myself at her tight back hole. I can feel her tensing, her body bracing for what’s about to come.

Slowly, I press inside, inch by inch, until I’m buried deep within her. She moans, her body tensing and relaxing a little as she starts to adjust to the sensation.

“You feel that?” I growl, gripping her hips tighter with both hands. “You feel how deep I am inside you?”

“Yes,” she gasps, her voice shaky. “It’s too much. It’s?—”

“It’s perfect,” I cut in, starting to move.

I set a slow, steady pace, wanting to take my time with this, to make it last. “You’re taking me so fucking good.” I lean down, my mouth close to her ear. “You like it in the ass, vicious? You like it rough?”

“Yes,” she moans, pushing back against me. “Oh, god, yes. It’s so good.”

I pull out and thrust back in, going deeper this time. I can feel her relax around me, her body fully accepting me as if her ass was made to take my cock.

“That’s it,” I grunt, my hips snapping forward. “Take it. Fucking take it all.”

She cries out, her body shaking as I pound into her. I need more though. Need to be closer to her, to feel every part of her body against mine.

I pull out and pull her to her feet so quickly that she stumbles, but I’m right here to catch her.

“Up against the wall,” I growl, pushing her toward it. “Spread your legs.”

She does as she’s told, bracing herself as I position myself behind her. I slide into her ass again, loving the way she feels, tight and hot around me.

But it’s not enough.

I reach around, my fingers finding her pussy. I start to move in time with my thrusts, fucking her ass with my cock and her pussy with my fingers.

“You like that?” I groan, my body slick with sweat. “You like both of these tight little holes being used like this?”

“Yes,” she pants, her head thrown back. “You know I do. It’s too much. I can’t?—”

I curl my fingers, seeking out that sweet spot inside her, and her words turn into a moan. “You can take it. You’re gonna take everything I decide to give you.”

Her walls pulse and flutter around my fingers, and I know she’s close. I thrust a few more times, hard and deep, and she shatters around me, crying out my name.

That’s all it takes for me to follow her over the edge. With a roar, I release, my cum filling her up as I bury myself deep inside her.

For a moment, we’re both silent, catching our breath. Then I lean down, my mouth close to her ear.

“That’s what you get,” I whisper, “when you beg.”

I expect her to come back at me with some smart-ass remark, but instead, I feel her relax against me. Her breathing slowly returns to normal as she leans back, resting her head on my shoulder. I close my eyes, just enjoying the silence and the feel of her in my arms. These few seconds of peace are almost as good as everything that came before.

Almost.

Quinn’s breath hitches and her entire body tenses in my arms, bringing my wandering thoughts back to cold, hard reality with a snap that I swear I can almost hear.

My own muscles tightening possessively around her, I follow her open-mouthed stare until I see the problem.

We’ve been caught.