Crown of Lies (Pretty Ruthless Monsters #2)

26. Quinn

26

QUINN

I can’t believe I kissed Nico. He freezes for a moment, like he can’t believe it, either.

Then, as if a switch has been flipped, he surges forward, his lips crashing against mine with a desperation that takes my breath away. His hands cup my face, tilting my head back as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine.

Roughly, quickly, he pulls me to my feet without ever breaking contact. His arms wrap around me, with one hand splayed across my lower back while the other gets almost instantly tangled in my hair. He’s kissing me like he’s trying to devour me whole, like he’s starving and I’m the only thing that can satisfy his hunger.

I gasp for air as his mouth moves lower, but he isn’t letting up. His lips move to my neck, leaving a trail of fire everywhere they touch. He nips at my pulse point, then soothes the sting with his tongue. It’s as if he’s trying to mark me all over again, not with ink this time, but with his lips, his teeth, his touch.

There’s an urgency to his movements, a fear that if he stops, even for a second, I might disappear. His hands roam my body, tracing every curve, every scar, every line of every tattoo. He pulls me closer, impossibly close, until I can feel his heartbeat thundering against my chest.

I lose myself in the sensation, in the heat of his body pressed against mine, in the taste of him on my tongue. For a moment, I forget about everything else—the danger, the betrayal, the uncertainty. There’s only Nico, his lips on mine, his hands on my skin, his body molded to mine like we were made to fit together.

The sounds of Killian and Atlas stir me from my trance. Their hungry gazes burn into us, their bodies taut with barely restrained desire. Nico seems to sense it too, because he turns me slowly, my back pressing against his chest.

His arm slides around my throat, his hand loosely curled there, his touch both possessive and protective. It should feel constricting, but it only fuels the heat and the need burning inside me. His other hand trails down my body, resting between my legs.

“Look at them, Quinn,” he whispers, his mouth close to my ear, his breath making me shiver and making it really, really hard to concentrate. “Look at what you’ve done to them.”

I glance over at the two men, their eyes glued to us, their faces flushed. They shift uncomfortably, as if they’re unable to tear their eyes away.

“I’ve known them for years,” Nico continues, his voice a low, steady growl. “They’re usually so controlled, so unaffected by anyone. But you… you’ve wrecked them. They’re hard and aching, and it’s all because of you.”

I swallow, my throat dry, as I take in their tortured expressions. “I have?”

“Fuck yeah, you have. You’ve left your mark on them, on us, just like we’ve marked you. They’re ruined now. Ruined for anyone else.”

Watching them, I know it’s true. I guess I’ve known it’s true for a while. But there’s a big difference between knowing something in my own head and hearing the words spoken out loud.

And damn, I love hearing those words.

Nico’s hand tightens on my throat, his voice dropping even more. “They want you, mia cara. Just like I do. They’re fighting the urge to come closer. To take what they want.”

I feel something powerful and primal well up inside me, a possessive hunger that matches the intensity in Nico’s voice. It’s like a wildfire, consuming every rational thought, leaving only raw desire in its wake.

“Good,” I growl, surprising myself with the ferocity in my tone.

Nico’s chest rumbles against my back as he chuckles deeply. His grip on my throat tightens just a fraction, sending a shiver down my spine.

“You’re playing with fire, mia cara,” he warns, but his words don’t scare me.

I lean back into him, pressing my body firmly against his.

“I don’t care,” I breathe, my voice steady and sure. I turn my head slightly, meeting his gaze. “I want this. I want you. All of you.”

Nico’s hand between my legs sends sparks of pleasure tearing through my body. His touch is firm and demanding, his fingers moving with purpose as he teases and strokes me over my tattered clothes. My breath is already coming in short gasps, and I know I won’t last long if he keeps this up.

“Do you have any idea how much I love feeling this?” he murmurs. “Knowing it’s me doing this to you?”

His fingers continue their relentless dance, and I moan, my head falling back against his shoulder.

“I know,” I gasp, my voice so damn needy that it sounds foreign to my own ears.

Nico’s other arm tightens around my throat, his hand curling possessively, sending a rush of heat through me.

“And you’re okay with that?” he demands. “You understand what this means, don’t you?”

I can barely think through the haze of pleasure, but his question cuts through the fog, sharp and clear. “What… what do you mean?”

“If you let them in, mia cara, if you take their cocks inside you and let them mark you up… you’re theirs. Ours.”

His fingers find a rhythm that threatens to undo me, and I bite my lip to hold in a moan. “I-I know that,” I whisper, my eyes fluttering closed as pleasure coils tightly within me.

Nico continues, his voice a low, gravelly temptation. “You’d belong to us. To all three of us. Body and soul. In every way that matters. The law be damned, marriage vows be damned. You understand?”

“I do,” I breathe, my hands curling into fists at my sides. It’s as if I’m taking those marriage vows all over again, but these are a whole new set of vows, with a whole new meaning. My heart is pounding, my body on the edge of something I can’t name, but something that I crave with every fiber of my being. “I want it. I want them. I want you.”

Nico’s hand stills, and for a moment, I want to beg him not to stop. But then his fingers begin a new, slower dance, sending tendrils of pleasure spinning out from my core.

“Are you sure about that, mia cara? Because there’s no going back.”

His fingers tease and toy, drawing out the tension and making it almost unbearable.

“I’m sure,” I gasp, my hips shifting involuntarily, seeking more of his touch. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

His thumb brushes over the pulse point at the base of my neck, sending a jolt through me.

I nod, eager for more.

Nico leans forward, his lips brushing my ear as he speaks. “Good girl. Now kiss them like I know you want to.”

His words—the permission to do the things I’ve barely been able to suppress—send another surge of heat through me, and I don’t even try to hold back a moan as his fingers continue their magic.

Atlas takes a step toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. I reach for him, and he pulls me to him, his lips crashing down on mine with a desperation that borders on pain. It’s different from Nico’s kiss, hard and powerful and just as intense. His hands slide down my back, pulling me firmly against him as his tongue tangles with mine.

Nico’s fingers continue their dance from behind, and I’m overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me. I break away from Atlas, breathing heavily.

“I can’t believe you came for me,” I whisper, my eyes searching his.

His thumb brushes my cheek as he cups my face. “You don’t understand, vicious. After what we did… there was never a question of ‘if.’ Only a question of ‘when.’”

Our lips meet again, softer this time, but no less passionate. I can taste the regret in his kiss, the unspoken apologies, and the unvoiced promises. His hands roam my body, possessive and protective, as if he’s finally able to touch something he’s craved for so long.

Between kisses, he murmurs against my lips. “I’m sorry. So sorry for everything. I’ll make it up to you if you let me.”

“There’s nothing to make up for,” I reply, my voice hoarse. “We’re all here together now. That’s all that matters.”

His hands tighten on my hips as he pulls me closer, his lips moving to my jaw, then lower, to my neck. “No one will ever touch you again. I swear it.”

Atlas’s lips leave mine, and I’m left breathless, my heart racing. The intensity of his kiss lingers, a promise of more to come. I turn, my eyes locking with Killian’s. He’s standing just a few feet away, his gaze burning with an intensity that makes my knees weak.

I move toward him, fully aware that he doesn’t kiss on the lips. It’s something I’ve known about him, a boundary I’ve always respected. My intention is to press my lips to his neck, to show him my affection in a way that won’t make him uncomfortable.

But before I can, his hand catches my chin. His touch is gentle but firm, stopping me in my tracks. I look up at him, confused and a little worried as he leans in.

“You don’t have to…” I whisper, not wanting him to feel pressured.

His eyes soften, and a small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I want to.”

My breath catches in my throat. The significance of this moment isn’t lost on me. Killian, who’s always kept this part of himself closed off, is willingly opening up. For me.

I bring my lips to Killian’s, and it’s like discovering a whole new side of him. He’s fucked me so many times, but this feels entirely different. His lips are soft but firm against mine, a sensation I’ve never experienced with him before.

At first, the kiss is hesitant, almost awkward. Killian moves cautiously, as if he’s learning the steps to a dance he’s never performed. I can feel the tension in his body, the uncertainty in the way he holds himself.

But then, something shifts.

Killian groans, a deep, primal sound that reverberates through his chest and into mine. His hands come up to grip my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he angles my face to deepen the kiss. Suddenly, I recognize the Killian I know—the one who’s fucked me senseless more times than I can count.

Once he opens up, he kisses me the same way he fucks. Punishing. Ravenous. Without mercy. His tongue invades my mouth, claiming every inch as his own. There’s a desperation to his movements, a hunger that seems impossible to satisfy.

I moan into his mouth, my body melting against his as he devours me. His teeth graze my lower lip, nipping hard enough to sting before his tongue soothes the bite. It’s overwhelming, intoxicating, and I find myself getting lost in the sensation.

Killian’s grip on my hair tightens, holding me in place as he plunders my mouth. He’s not gentle, not careful. He takes what he wants with a ferocity that leaves me breathless and weak.

I clutch at his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor me as the world spins around us. The kiss deepens even further, if that’s possible, and I can feel Killian pouring years of pent-up desire into this single moment.

Atlas steps closer, his hand moving down my stomach and inside the waistband of my jeans until his fingers start to tease at my panties. Nico joins the three of us, undoing my pants a little and sliding his hand in alongside Atlas’s. As Atlas dips a finger into my pussy, Nico’s fingertips brush my clit again and again, sending sparks shooting through my body.

“Yeah, you like having both of us do this, don’t you?” Atlas murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “You feel so fucking good. So wet.”

“That’s right,” Nico adds. “Keep kissing Killian while we take care of you. Gonna make you come with our hands, then our mouths, then our cocks.”

I moan as Killian’s kiss consumes me, his tongue tangling with mine, stealing my breath away. My body is on fire, the pleasure coiling so tightly that I know I won’t last long.

Nico’s fingers move faster, more firmly, knowing exactly how to push me over the edge. “That’s it. Just let go. Come for us.”

I whimper into Killian’s mouth as the pleasure explodes, my body writhing between them. Their fingers work in perfect unison, stroking and teasing, drawing out the sensations as I shatter.

Kissing Killian, I ride out the waves, my hands clutching his shoulders as I whimper and moan. Nico and Atlas show no sign of stopping—they keep working me through the aftershocks, dragging out the pleasure until I’m a quivering mess.

Finally, Killian and I break apart, our lips swollen, our breathing ragged. I’m still trembling as he brushes a strand of hair from my face, his thumb gently tracing my jaw.

“Now I’m the one who’s ruined,” he says, a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“You did that to him, mia cara.” Nico’s voice is a satisfied hum. “Just you.”

I glance at Killian, my eyes searching his. “I didn’t mean to?—”

He silences me with a finger on my lips. “This is exactly what I want.”

It’s exactly what I want too.

But I also want more. I reach for the waistband of his pants, ready to take what I need, to feel them all inside me. But Killian catches my hand, his eyes softening as he shakes his head.

I frown, not understanding. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Nico’s hand comes to rest on my shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. “It’s just… you’ve been through a lot tonight, Quinn. Your body is already bruised and exhausted.”

Atlas nods, frowning. “And you know we don’t fuck gently. Ever. It’s not that we don’t want you, vicious. Because, Christ, we do. It’s just… maybe tonight isn’t the best time.”

I stare at them, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. Their concern, their desire to protect me—it’s unexpected and strangely touching. For a moment, I’m transported back to when I was a little girl, feeling safe and cared for by my dad. It’s been so long since anyone’s looked out for me like this.

This is new territory for me—men who want me, but also want to take care of me. I don’t quite know what to make of it. With anyone else, I probably wouldn’t even believe the words, but with these three?

I don’t want to stop. Not now. Not when I’m finally here with them, when everything I’ve dreamed about is within reach.

I take a deep breath, steadying myself. A smirk plays at the corners of my mouth as I meet their concerned looks.

“You guys are sweet,” I murmur. “But trust me, I can handle it. I like pain.” I step closer to Killian, running my hand down his chest. “You can’t hurt me more than what I crave.”

His eyes darken at my words, desire warring with concern. I can see the moment when lust starts to win out.

“Are you sure?” Atlas asks, his voice strained.

I nod, my smile widening. “I’m sure. I want this. I want you. All of you.”

Nico’s hand tightens on my shoulder. “If it gets to be too much…”

“I’ll tell you,” I promise. “But it won’t be.”

Something lights in Killian’s eyes, and he exchanges a look with Nico, giving a subtle nod. The air in the room shifts, tension coiling like a spring ready to snap.

Killian turns back to me, his gaze intense. “Remember your safe word, siren,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. “Use it if you need to.”

I nod, my heart racing with anticipation. “I remember.”

He holds my gaze for a moment longer, as if searching for any hesitation. Finding none, he moves suddenly, his hands gripping my waist as he lifts me effortlessly. In one fluid motion, he lays me out on the bed, my back hitting the soft mattress.

Killian looms over me, his body a solid wall of muscle and heat. His eyes roam over me, drinking in every detail. I can see the hunger there, barely restrained, and it sends a shiver of excitement through me.

“Last chance to back out,” he says, his fingers tracing a light path down my arm.

I shake my head, my voice steady as I reply, “I’m not backing out. I want this.”

A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. “Good,” he growls, “because we’re going to ruin you, siren. In all the best ways.”

Killian doesn’t keep me waiting. He quickly strips away my remaining clothes, leaving me completely naked and exposed.

“Look at you, all spread out for us.” Killian’s voice is a low rumble, filled with satisfaction. “You remember the first time I tasted your pussy? Fuck, you were so sweet. So wet. But you held back, didn’t you? Not this time. You understand?”

I swallow, my heart pounding as I nod.

He reaches for my wrist, pinning it above my head with one hand as he presses a kiss to my inner elbow, his breath warm on my skin. “You’re ours now. Our beautiful little siren.”

Before I can respond, his mouth is on mine, his kiss demanding and possessive. His free hand roams my body, gripping my hip, then sliding down to squeeze my thigh before pulling my leg up to hook over his hip.

I gasp into his mouth as I feel his hardness against my thigh, straining against his pants. He grinds against me, his lips never leaving mine as he teases my entrance, but never enters. His thumb finds my clit, stroking firmly, sending shocks of pleasure through me.

I moan, my body arching off the bed, seeking more. But Killian’s hand on my wrist holds me in place, controlling my movements, making me feel truly helpless for the first time.

He pulls away, his eyes burning into mine. “That’s it. Let us see how much you need it. Beg if you have to.”

I shake my head, breathless. “Not going to?—”

But before I can finish, Killian releases my wrist and trails his hand all the way down my body, his fingers slipping between my folds. He teases my entrance, circling, but never entering. My hips buck involuntarily, seeking the release I so desperately need.

“So wet, siren. So ready.” Killian’s voice is a dark murmur. “You’ve always been greedy for us, haven’t you? For our cocks. Our fingers. Our mouths.”

I bite my lip, unable to speak, my body thrumming.

He chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “That’s right. You don’t have to say it. We know.”

He presses a finger inside me, filling me slowly, his thumb still working my clit. “Tonight, you’re gonna scream our names. Over and over and over again.”

As if on cue, I feel another hand on my other thigh, stroking lightly. Then Nico’s rough voice growls, “Gonna fuck you so hard, mia cara. You’re not gonna walk right for a fucking week.”

With my legs spread wide, Killian keeps me open and exposed for Nico, who traces feathery kisses along my inner thigh, his breath hot on my skin. “You taste as sweet as I remember. Like candy.”

Killian’s fingers continue to tease me, slipping in and out, but never giving me what I crave. “She’s tight, Nico. Already clenching around my fingers. Can’t wait to feel that around my cock.”

Nico’s tongue flickers out, teasing my entrance, making me squirm. “We’re all gonna take a turn in that sweet pussy. But I want a taste first.”

Killian chuckles, then releases my leg, leaving me completely open and vulnerable to Nico’s mouth. “All yours.”

Nico’s tongue delves into me, lapping at my juices, his fingers joining Killian’s to stretch me, to make me ready for them.

“Fuck, she tastes incredible.” Nico mutters between licks. “Like the sweetest dessert.”

“Lucky us,” Killian agrees, his thumb brushing circles around my clit.

Their fingers and tongues work in tandem, sending me spiraling toward oblivion. I moan, my body twisting beneath them as the pleasure builds.

But then, suddenly, they stop, leaving me teetering on the edge.

“Not yet,” Nico whispers. “We’re not done playing yet.”

I whimper, my body desperately seeking release.

Anxious for more, I reach for Killian, my body still trembling. But he sits back on his heels, watching with hooded eyes as Atlas takes his place.

Atlas’s fingers gently pry my thighs apart, and his mouth hovers just above my core. I hold my breath, anticipating the feel of his tongue.

“Fuck yes, vicious,” Atlas growls. “Keep your legs open for me. Let us see how much you want it.”

Atlas’s breath tickles my sensitive skin as he inhales sharply, savoring my scent. “Always so fucking wet. So eager.”

His tongue flicks out, teasing my clit, and my hips buck off the bed, seeking more. He chuckles, the vibrations sending spikes of pleasure through me.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, his mouth so close I can feel his lips against my skin.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.

His tongue dives into me, lapping at me, and I moan as my body arches into his touch. His fingers join in, stretching me, filling me, as his mouth works its magic.

Killian’s hand gently pushes my shoulder, coaxing me to roll onto my stomach. “On your knees for Atlas, siren,” he commands.

I obey, positioning myself on all fours, my ass in the air, as Atlas continues his oral assault. He nips at my clit, then soothes it with his tongue, driving me wild.

His fingers curl inside me, hitting a spot that makes my breath catch. I cry out, my body tensing as he works me with his fingers and mouth in perfect unison.

“That’s it. Come for him.” Killian’s voice is firm, urging me on.

And I do. My body shakes uncontrollably as the orgasm tears through me, but they don’t let me recover. Killian pulls Atlas away, his fingers immediately taking his place. He stretches me, scissoring his fingers as he thrusts them in and out, his thumb never stopping its relentless assault on my clit.

I cry out, my body still sensitive from my previous release. “Fuck, Killian! I can’t?—”

“Yes you can. Come again. For me this time.” His voice is demanding, leaving no room for argument.

And somehow, I do. My body convulses, pleasure washing over me in waves as Killian brings me to another shattering climax.

But they’re not done with me yet. Nico takes Killian’s place, his mouth going to work on my sensitive clit as his fingers slip inside me, stretching and filling me all over again.

“That’s it, mia cara. Let it go. Give it to me.” Nico’s voice is a soft encouragement, urging me on.

I can’t hold back anymore. My body trembles as a third orgasm crashes over me, my cries echoing off the walls.

Nico continues to lap at me, his tongue never still as he draws out the sensations until I’m reduced to a quivering mess.

I’m still trembling from the intensity of my last orgasm when Killian’s hand grips my hip, steadying me. His touch is firm, grounding me as the aftershocks ripple through my body.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice low and appreciative. “Three orgasms and you’re still hungry for more, aren’t you?”

I can only whimper in response, my mind hazy with pleasure.

Killian chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Oh, siren. You can take so much more than that. And you’re gonna take it all.”

In spite of my body’s exhaustion, I find myself craving more, wanting to prove him right.

“Please,” I manage to gasp out, pushing my hips back toward him.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Beg for it.”

I feel his hands on my hips, lifting them slightly, positioning me. The head of his cock teases my entrance, and I hold my breath in anticipation.

“Ready?” he asks, his voice strained with barely contained desire.

I nod frantically, beyond words at this point.

Without saying anything else Killian drives into me in one powerful thrust. I cry out at the sudden fullness, my body stretching to accommodate him.

“Fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “So tight. So perfect.”

He stills for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size. Then, gripping my hips tightly, he begins to move.