Crown of Lies (Pretty Ruthless Monsters #2)

42. Killian

42

KILLIAN

Her eyes flash up to meet mine, the deep red light of the room changing to purple and casting a sensual glow over her face. Her eyelashes are clumped together with tears, but there’s no mistaking the desire in her eyes. She looks wrecked, utterly spent, and yet there’s a blissful submission in her expression, as if this is exactly what she’s been craving.

As she starts to work her tongue over my sensitive shaft, I hiss out a breath, the sensation is almost too much. She’s gentle but methodical, taking her time as she teases me back to hardness with her tongue, her hand, and her mouth. It’s a slow burn of pleasure that has my eyes sliding closed and my head falling back.

Her tongue swirls and laps, and she hums, sending vibrations through me. The sounds she makes are filthy, driving home what she’s doing, how she’s bringing me back to life. I feel her lips curve in a smile around me, and it’s almost my undoing.

I open my eyes, needing to see her, to watch her work. Her eyes are closed now, her concentration evident in the furrow of her brow. Her hair falls around her face, framing her features as she focuses on her task. She looks beautiful like this, so wanton and giving, taking such obvious pleasure in pleasing me.

Her mouth is hot and wet, her tongue lapping at me like she’s savoring something delicious. My hands clench into fists at my sides as I struggle for control, for the discipline to let her do her work without losing myself in her mouth all over again. I want to thrust, to take, but I force myself to remain still, to let her set the pace.

With each swipe of her tongue, I feel my control slipping. She sucks gently, her hand stroking what her mouth can’t reach, and it’s driving me wild. My hips twitch, wanting to snap forward, but I hold back, gritting my teeth as she teases the blood back into my cock.

When she looks up at me again, her eyes are dark with satisfaction. She knows what she’s doing to me, the power she holds over me in this moment. I feel exposed, laid bare, and yet there’s no one I’d rather be this vulnerable with.

“Fuck,” I grit out, my voice rough. “You’re too good at that, siren. You’re going to be the death of me.”

She just smiles, wicked and knowing, and continues her slow, languid exploration, driving me to the edge again.

I groan, feeling myself harden again in her hot, wet mouth. She looks up at me, her eyes dark pools of promise, and hums in response, the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.

“Fuck, that’s it. So fucking beautiful the way you take it all,” I praise. “Suck me dry, siren.”

Her eyes flash with a heady blend of challenge and lust, and she moans softly, the sound vibrating around me. I tighten my grip on her hair just enough to guide her, and start to thrust, slowly fucking her face as she takes me deep.

Her jaw must be aching, but she doesn’t complain, just takes me in, her tongue working lazily against me. I hiss out a breath, feeling the pleasure coil tight in my gut, and snap my hips, needing more. She makes a soft, encouraging sound, urging me on, and I start to fuck her face in earnest, loving the filthy, wet sounds she makes as she accommodates me.

“Damn, you’re so good,” I grit out, my eyes sliding closed as I lose myself in the hot, wet suction of her mouth. “Gonna fuck your mouth until I?—”

But I can’t finish the sentence, the words lodge in my throat as the pleasure spikes suddenly, warningly.

With a groan, I pull out, not wanting to spend myself like this again. I need to be inside her, feeling her tight heat milking my release.

I lay her out on the bed, her hair fanning out around her like a blue halo, and quickly undress her, taking in the beauty of her naked body, all smooth, creamy skin and vibrant, colorful tattoos that seem to glow darkly in the purple light.

I shackle her arms above her head, spreading her out for me, and she squirms, testing the restraints with a playful look in her eyes. As the black light flickers on, the colors of her tattoos seem to leap from her skin. It’s so fucking beautiful that I have to pause for a second just to take her all in.

“You’re gorgeous like this, all laid out for me. A work of art. All these colors, just for me to admire and touch and trace.”

She whimpers, the sound fueling the fire in my gut, and arches her back, offering herself up to me.

Her eyes go wide as I start to secure the restraints around her ankles, spreading her legs wide. She’s perfectly exposed now, her body bared and offered up to me. The power that gives me is intoxicating, and my cock lurches impatiently.

I stroke a finger gently over her inner thigh, soaking in the sight of her like this. “You look incredible, all laid out and waiting for me. I could play with you like this for hours. Teasing you. Tasting you. Hurting you.”

She whimpers, her eyes fluttering closed as my touch skates over her sensitive skin. “Please, Killian…”

I’m not sure if she’s begging me to stop or to keep going, but there’s nothing in the world that could make me rush through this.

Slowly, methodically, I trail my fingers up her thigh, enjoying the way she shivers and squirms, anticipating my touch. I graze her slick folds, making her jerk against the restraints, then circle her clit gently, feeling her whole body tense in anticipation.

“You’re so wet for me already,” I murmur, my thumb circling that bundle of nerves lazily. “So fucking responsive.”

Her hips buck up, seeking more pressure, but I deny her, pulling my hand away to drag my fingers through her wetness instead. “Not so fast, siren. I want to draw this out, make it last.”

She whines, the sound hitching in her throat as I continue to tease her, circling her clit and dipping my fingers into her heat, but never giving her what she’s craving.

“Please,” she begs, her voice hoarse and wrecked. “Need more, Killian. Please.”

I edge her relentlessly, loving the way she squirms and writhes beneath my touch, her body glistening in the purple light, her tattoos a vibrant, vivid display of color. In the mirrors that line the room, I catch glimpses of her body, of my own form hovering over her, dominating her, and the sight fuels my hunger.

Every time she gets close, I back off, reducing the pressure, slowing my touch, enjoying her frustrated whimpers. Her cheeks are flushed, her breasts heaving as she pants for breath, her whole body trembling slightly. She’s completely at my mercy.

With a wicked smile, I position myself at her entrance and slowly, slowly, start to push inside. Her eyes fly open, locking with mine, and her mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ of surprise as I sink into her, her heat enveloping me.

The black lights flick off, bathing the room in red again, and I begin to move, slowly at first, then with more purpose, loving the way our bodies connect. The mirrors reflect every move, giving me a full view of her pleasure-drunk face, and I feel myself spiraling toward the edge.

“Look at yourself, siren,” I grit out, thrusting harder. “So fucking beautiful like this, taking my cock, living for it.”

She cries out, her back arching, and her eyes connect with her reflection, watching as I fuck her and claim every part of her body.

Her whimpers turn to cries, little broken sounds that punctuate the slick, filthy sounds of our bodies moving together. She’s falling apart beneath me, and the sounds fuel my hunger, spurring me on. I feel her toes curl as I hit a sweet spot, and her hands fist in the sheets, her body tensing.

I lean over her, wanting to see her face. “Open your mouth, siren.”

Her lips part immediately, her gaze locked on me. Feeling a primitive sense of satisfaction at her obedience, I spit into her open mouth. She whimpers, and I claim her mouth, kissing her deeply, feeling like an addict who can’t stop now that I’ve started.

With a growl, I start to work her bindings loose, wanting to touch her, to feel her skin under my hands. As soon as her wrists and ankles are free, I turn her over, pushing her down into the mattress and driving back into her in one smooth motion. She cries out, her head falling forward, and I grip her hips, pulling her back onto me as I thrust up.

“Fuck, Killian,” she gasps, her voice thick with pleasure. “More, please.”

I fucking love the way she begs. It ignites something inside me and makes me start to move again, setting a relentless pace. Her tattoos glow in the red light, vivid and vibrant, a stunning contrast to her creamy skin. I reach around, teasing her clit with my fingers, and her whole body jerks, a strangled moan escaping her throat.

“That’s it, siren. Fall apart for me. I want to feel you clench around me.”

I use another finger to tease her tight little asshole, and her whole body shudders. “Oh fuck! Right there, Killian. Don’t stop.”

I love the way she takes everything I give, craves it, wants more. With a shift of my stance, I angle myself to hit that spot inside her, and she cries out, her body starting to shake.

“That’s it, siren. Let go.”

Her pleasure builds, a tangible thing that wraps around me, tightening like a vise. Her inner muscles clench around me, milking my cock, and her cry echoes off the walls of the small room as she starts to come, her body convulsing in my arms. “Don’t stop, Killian! Please, please, right there!”

I’m right on the edge with her, my body coiled tight, but I hold back, wanting to watch her fall apart. Her whole body shudders, her orgasm rippling through her, and suddenly, the lights switch, bathing the room in black light again.

I notice her sweat-slicked skin and the marks I’ve left on her, and then my gaze moves higher, to the tattoo on her shoulder. It’s glowing with a different pattern, a hidden black light tattoo nested within the colors I know so well.

I thrust hard, deep, her tightness pulling my orgasm from me. My vision whites out as I spill myself inside her, feeling her clamp down around me, milking my release. My hips stutter, Buried to the hilt, I grip her hips, feeling her tremble beneath me, around me.

We’re both breathing hard, our skin slick with sweat, and as I catch my breath, my gaze flicks to the tattoo on her shoulder. Slowly, I reach out, tracing the new design beneath the familiar one.

“Your dad gave this to you, didn’t he?” I ask quietly, remembering her words from before.

“Yeah,” she confirms softly, her voice still thick with pleasure. “He did.”

“He did give you that marker before he died, siren.”

She goes very still, and I pull out, turning her to face the black-lit mirror. “Look.”

She blinks, her eyes widening as she takes in the hidden design, a secret pattern nested within the colorful ink. “What? Wait… what?”

“Your dad put it there. It’s the marker.”

I watch as realization dawns on her face, her eyes widening in disbelief.

“It’s been here all along,” she whispers, her fingers tracing the hidden pattern on her skin. “Right under our noses. On me.”

She stares at her reflection, transfixed by the glowing design. The shock in her eyes is genuine, and I know without a doubt that she had no idea about this secret her father left behind.

Suddenly, the lights shift again, bathing the room in a deep red glow. The hidden tattoo vanishes, leaving only the familiar colorful design I’ve traced countless times before.

Quinn’s expression changes in an instant. The vulnerable, pleasure-drunk look disappears, replaced by the hard, determined gaze of a gang leader. It’s jarring to see the shift, especially with her body still glistening with sweat and my release.

She turns to me, her eyes blazing with purpose. “We need to call Nico and Atlas. Have them meet us at the tattoo shop.”