Crown of Lies (Pretty Ruthless Monsters #2)

27. Quinn

27

QUINN

Killian’s thrusts are relentless, pounding into me with fierce possessiveness. I cry out with each one, my voice echoing off the walls. My body stretches to accommodate him, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

His hands grip my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin as he holds me open and exposed. His breath comes in sharp gasps, his eyes burning with intense desire as he watches himself disappear inside me over and over again.

“Yeah, take that fucking cock,” he growls, his voice hoarse. “You’re made for this.”

All I can do is nod, my breath catching in my throat as he fills me completely. His thighs slap against mine with each powerful thrust, the sound filling the room and mingling with my cries.

His pace is demanding, claiming me as his own. I can feel his length stretching me, hitting spots that make my vision spark. My fingers dig into the bedsheets, the fabric crumpling in my desperate grip.

Killian leans forward, one hand bracing against the bed as he drives into me from a new angle. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses, his eyes rolling back slightly.

The change in position sends spikes of pleasure through me, and I cry out, “Harder, please! Oh, god, please…”

I don’t care that I’m finally begging, I just need him now. All of him. However I can get him.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His grip on my thighs tightens, his fingers biting into my skin as he pounds into me with even more force. The bed creaks beneath us, threatening to break as our bodies slam together.

“That’s it, take it,” he grunts, his face contorting with the effort of holding back. “Fucking take it all.”

Sparks of pleasure explode behind my eyes, threatening to consume me. I’m so full, so close, and yet?—

Killian pulls out suddenly, leaving me feeling empty and bereft.

“No—” I whimper, my hips instinctively bucking back, seeking him.

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Not yet, siren. Not until I say so.”

He teases me, just hovering there, his cock pressed against my entrance but not pushing inside. My hips circle, seeking him, needing him.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from crying out.

Then he’s thrusting back into me and it’s almost like it’s the first time all over again. A jolt of pleasure shocks through me, and my back arches off the bed.

Killian leans down, his mouth crashing against mine. The kiss is hard, demanding, and he’s stroking into my mouth with his tongue—fucking my mouth the same way his cock is fucking my pussy.

I taste myself on him, and it sends a shudder through me. My tongue tangles with his, stroking and caressing as our kiss deepens. He’s devouring me, tasting me, and I can feel his passion and hunger in the way he kisses me.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he mutters between kisses, his lips brushing against mine. “Your lips are so soft… fuck.”

His words spur me on, and I kiss him back just as hard, my hands gripping his shoulders, scratching lightly down his back.

He breaks the kiss, lifting his head to look down at me for a moment before raining even more kisses down my neck, sucking and biting, while his hips continue to snap against mine.

“Never knew how much I needed this,” he says hoarsely, his breath hot against my skin. “Never knew how much I needed to taste you, touch you, claim you.”

He straightens, his body flexing as he keeps thrusting, his words rough and demanding. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, taking my cock so perfectly. You fucking love it, don’t you? Don’t you?”

“Yes! God, yes. Fuck yes,” I moan hoarsely as the other two join in, their hands and mouths turning me into a mess of sensation. Nico’s hand presses on my stomach, pushing down as Killian thrusts up, making me feel so damn full that I can’t think straight.

“That’s it, mia cara,” Nico says. “Take him nice and deep.”

I barely notice Atlas moving closer until his lips capture mine and his big, rough hand snakes around my throat. His thumb brushes my jaw in a surprisingly gentle caress that offsets the firmness of his grasp and sends a spark of something new coursing through me.

He deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping past my lips to tangle with mine while his grip on my throat tightens just a fraction, sending a bolt of adrenaline through me. My heart races as the pressure increases.

Then he does something unexpected. He lifts his other hand to my shoulder and gently squeezes, a subtle signal that I can use if it becomes too much. It’s a silent promise that he’ll stop if I need him to, a small gesture that allows me to hand over that last bit of control even as he cuts off my air supply.

My head starts swimming as the pressure on my throat increases, but it only heightens the pleasure, making my senses sing. The world narrows until all I can hear are my own ragged breaths and all I can taste is Atlas’s mouth.

Killian starts thrusting harder, faster, deeper. My body shakes with the force of him, my core clenching around his cock as I teeter on the edge.

The pressure builds and builds, a coil of tension that’s ready to snap. And then, as if reading my mind, Killian changes the angle again, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

My vision sparks, stars dancing behind my eyelids as I fall apart. I’m shaking, trembling, and then white-hot pleasure explodes through me. My body convulses, and I cry out against Atlas’s mouth as the orgasm rips through me with an intensity I’ve never known before. My fingers dig into Atlas’s shoulders as I ride out the waves, gasping and moaning.

And then, as suddenly as it began, Atlas releases his grip on my throat. I gulp in air, my lungs burning as the orgasm continues to pulse through me.

Killian’s thrusts become erratic, the muscles in his neck straining as he chases his own release. “Fucking beautiful,” he mutters, his voice hoarse. “Squirting all over my cock, you dirty girl.”

I am embarrassed by the gush of fluid that coats him, but it only seems to spur him on more. His eyes are dark with desire as he watches his length slide in and out of me, gleaming and slick.

He leans down, taking a nipple into his mouth and biting down lightly. A sharp jolt of sensation shoots straight to my clit, and I cry out, the sensitive peak still throbbing from his earlier attention.

“Oh my god,” I breathe, my eyes widening as he nibbles and sucks, his teeth grazing the sensitive tip.

The action sends another wave of pleasure through me, and it’s too much. I cry out again as another orgasm overtakes me—and holy shit, I’m squirting again.

Killian chuckles, the vibrations tickling my sensitive nipple. “Look at you, losing control.” He bites down harder, sending a bolt of pain-laced pleasure through me. “You like it when we call the shots, don’t you, siren? You like that you belong to us now.”

It isn’t a question, and he’s absolutely right. I do like it, at least within the confines of these four walls. Out there it might be different, but in here?

I’m ready to let go.

“Yes,” I whisper, my face flushing. “I… I love it.”

“Good.” He smiles against my skin, looking up at me with dark, hooded eyes. “I’m not done with you yet.”

His hand joins his mouth, pinching and tugging on the other nipple, twisting lightly as he continues to thrust into me. The combination of pain and pleasure is indescribable, sending me even higher.

I’m sobbing now, my body shaking as the sensations become too much. “Please,” I beg, not sure what I’m asking for, but needing something.

Killian’s thrusts become sharper, more desperate. “Fuck, I’m close,” he growls, his eyes fixed on where we’re joined. “Not going to last much longer with that tight pussy milking me dry.”

Nico’s hand moves between my legs, his fingers joining with Killian’s cock to stretch me even more. “Let it go, mia cara. Keep on coming for us. You know you’re not done yet.”

I do as he says, my body surrendering to the waves of pleasure sweeping over me. Another orgasm—or maybe the last one hasn’t stopped. I’m not sure anymore. All I know is that I don’t want any of this to end. Not yet.

Atlas’s eyes darken as he watches Killian slide in and out, in and out, over and over again. “Fuck yes,” he says, his voice rough. “Fucking her so good. It needs to be me though.” He shakes his head as if snapping out of a trance, then repeats himself more forcefully. “I need to be inside her. Now.”

Killian nods, understanding passing between them. Slowly, he pulls out, and I whimper at the loss and the emptiness. But then Atlas is flipping me over onto my hands and knees as if I’m practically weightless, and I don’t have time to think about anything else.

“Hope you’re ready for me, vicious,” is the only warning I get before I feel his hands on my hips and the blunt tip of his thick cock pressing against my entrance.

I open my mouth to answer but let out a needy moan instead as he thrusts into me, filling me completely, and a deep groan rumbles from his chest. “Yeah,” he breathes. “You’re fucking ready for it. Dripping for it.”

There’s a hard slap on my ass, but I’m not sure if it’s from Atlas or from Nico as he moves into my line of sight with a cocky grin.

“Look at that,” Nico says. “That’s a fucking beautiful sight, isn’t it? Our girl on her hands and knees, taking cock like a fucking champ.”

I whimper as Atlas’s hips snap against mine, his thrusts powerful and deep. “Like a champ,” he agrees, picking up the pace as Nico steps closer to me.

Nico is stroking his cock with one hand while his free hand skims up my side and across my breast, finding my nipple and rolling it between his thumb and finger before giving it a not-so-gentle pinch that makes me gasp and moan at the same time. “Now open that pretty mouth and fucking suck it.”

I don’t hesitate, opening wide and taking him as far to the back of my throat as I can before I start to gag around his thickness. He doesn’t stop pushing though, and I can feel the saliva starting to run down the corners of my mouth as he fucks my face. I don’t have time to think and can barely breathe, but I don’t care.

All I want right now is this. These men—my men—using me the way they want to, the way I need to be used.

“That’s it, mia cara,” Nico urges, his hands tangling in my hair as I take him deeper. “Take me nice and deep, just like you’re taking Atlas.”

Atlas’s thrusts become sharper, harder, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. “She loves it,” he grunts, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he snaps his hips. “Dirty girl loves to be used, don’t you?”

I hum my agreement around Nico’s thick length, my eyes fluttering closed as I suck him deeply. I can feel their eyes on me, taking in the sight of me on my hands and knees.

“Such a good girl,” Nico praises, his hips beginning to move, fucking my mouth in time with Atlas’s thrusts. “You know how to please, don’t you?”

I whimper again, overwhelmed by the pleasure and the dirty talk. My body is on fire, every nerve ending firing at once as they use me, claim me, own me.

My eyes fall closed, biting my lip as I give myself over to the sensations.

Nico’s cock sliding between my lips and his hands tangling roughly in my hair. I don’t know what’s real anymore. I’m lost to the pleasure, floating on a sea of need.

But then Atlas’s voice cuts through the haze, harsh and demanding. “Open your eyes, vicious.”

My eyelids flutter open, and I see Killian standing a few feet away, stroking his cock slowly. His eyes are burning with desire as he watches Atlas take me, and a rush of warmth spreads through me at the sight. But something else sparks inside me too—a need to be filled by him again.

“You want him, don’t you?” Nico asks, as if he’s reading my mind. His hands tighten in my hair, guiding me to take him even deeper. “You want him to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, don’t you?”

A whine escapes my lips at the image his words create, and I nod, my eyes flicking between Killian and Nico.

I do need it, more than anything. The thought of all three of them touching me, using me, sending me higher and higher is almost too much to bear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Nico continues. “Taking one cock while you beg for another. You’re insatiable, aren’t you? Always wanting more.”

I moan around his cock and try to nod, trusting that he already knows exactly what I need.

Nico pulls out first, his cock slipping from my mouth with a wet pop. I let out a whimper of disappointment—I’d been enjoying the way he tasted, the way he’d taken control of my mouth.

“Shh, don’t worry, mia cara. We’re not done with you yet.” Nico chuckles, as Atlas pulls out of my pussy.

He and Atlas flip me onto my back again, but this time, they position me near the edge of the bed. Killian’s eyes widen as he takes in the sight, and his breath hitches in his throat.

Nico nods to Killian, then jerks his thumb in my direction. “Get over here and fuck her mouth while we take care of the rest.”

Killian doesn’t hesitate. He moves toward me and grabs my hair to tilt my head back. I let out a greedy moan as he teases my lower lip with the head of his cock, tracing it back and forth before finally pushing forward, past my lips and over my tongue.

I suck him hungrily, moaning around his length as his taste explodes on my tongue.

“Damn, you really do love this, don’t you?” Killian grunts, his hips beginning to move, thrusting shallowly into my mouth. “Sucking cock like it’s your favorite thing in the world.”

I hum in response, my eyelids drooping as I give myself over to the sensation of being used so thoroughly.

Nico moves around to the other side of the bed, running a hand over my thigh while his other hand skims down my body, his fingers sliding easily into my slickness.

“Jesus, you’re so wet,” he breathes, his eyes dark with desire. “Can’t get enough, can you?”

I shake my head, my eyes fluttering open to look up at him. I’m beyond words at this point—a mindless, pleasure-seeking creature that only wants to satisfy these men and be satisfied in return.

Atlas steps closer, and I see him from the corner of my eye, his cock hard and thick as he steps up to the bed again. He shares a look with Nico, one that I can’t decipher, and then he says, “I’m gonna fuck your tits, vicious.”

A jolt of excitement shoots through me at his words, and I can’t help but whimper in anticipation. My body is so sore, but the euphoria and arousal are stronger, pushing me to keep going, to take whatever they want to give me.

Atlas positions himself over me, straddling my chest. With one hand, he reaches down and coats his cock with my slickness, and then he uses it as lube on my breasts, pushing them together to give himself something to fuck.

The sensation of his strong, muscular thighs against my sides and his weight bearing down on me makes my breath catch in my throat. I’m surrounded by them, engulfed by the heat from their bodies and the primal, animalistic need that’s radiating from them.

“You’re gonna take my cock between these gorgeous tits, vicious,” Atlas grunts, his eyes burning with desire as he looks down at me. “We’re gonna use every part of you.”

I whimper in anticipation, my breath coming in shallow gasps as Nico moves between my thighs, lining himself up with my entrance. Killian pulls out just long enough for me to catch my breath while he waits on the other two to get into position. His hand is still fisted in my hair, still holding my head back to leave my throat exposed.

“Keep that pretty mouth open,” he commands, and I obey, opening wide to welcome him back in.

The three of them move together, sliding into me as one. I moan around Killian’s cock as Nico thrusts deeper, harder. The coil in my belly tightens with each sharp thrust of Atlas’s cock between my breasts, and the room fills with the slick, wet sounds of our joined bodies.

Nico’s hips snap against mine, his gaze locked with mine, his eyes burning with intensity. “This is really what you’ve been craving, isn’t it? To be used by all three of us at once.”

I whimper in response, my fingers digging into the bedsheets as I struggle to process the onslaught of sensations. I’m theirs to command, theirs to use, and right now, they’re taking everything I have to give and then some.

Nico reaches down, his fingers brushing over my clit, sending a bolt of pleasure through me. “You’re doing so good, mia cara,” he breathes, his accent thick with arousal. “You’re taking it all and begging for more.”

His thumb starts to circle my clit, teasing it, sending sparks of pleasure through me with each pass. “Come for us,” he orders, his gaze fixed on where we’re joined. “Let me feel your pussy clench around my cock while you scream around his.”

The pleasure builds and builds, a coiled spring inside me that’s ready to snap. And then, as Nico increases the pressure on my clit, it all becomes too much.

I’m screaming, crying out around Killian’s cock as my body shakes with the force of my orgasm. My vision blurs, and I’m falling apart, my pussy clenching around Nico’s cock as he continues to thrust into me.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his eyes squeezed shut as he spills himself inside me. “Feels so good, mia cara. Milking my cock with that tight pussy.”

As he slows his thrusts, Killian pulls out of my mouth, his eyes dark with desire as he watches Nico. But then he’s back, thrusting into my mouth again, faster now as he chases his own orgasm.

“Suck it,” he grunts, his hand tightening in my hair. “Suck it hard, my beautiful little siren.”

I do as he says, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock as I take him deep. My throat relaxes, welcoming him, and his breath hitches as he pushes past the barrier.

I gag a little, my eyes watering as I take him deeper. Killian doesn’t stop though, his hips moving frantically now.

“That’s it,” he grits out, his eyes fixed on my face. “Take it. Take it all.”

His words send a thrill through me, and I whimper, the sound vibrating around his cock. He moans, his hips stuttering as he spills down my throat, his hot release hitting the back of my mouth.

I swallow, my eyes fluttering closed as I savor the taste of him.

When he finally pulls out, Atlas is the only one left, his cock hard and thick in his hand. He looks down at me and then he starts stroking himself, his eyes never leaving my face.

I don’t know what he’s thinking but I know how I must look right now—my hair tousled, my makeup smudged, my body glistening with a sheen of sweat.

He lets out a choked noise that turns into a groan as he comes, his release spilling from the tip of his cock to land on my face and chest. I whimper as a streak of his warm, salty cum hits my lips, and he strokes himself a few more times, giving it all to me.

Finally, he slows, his jaw working as he looks down at me. “Fucking beautiful,” he breathes, his voice rough with arousal. “You’re fucking beautiful like this. And all for us.”