Page 42 of Killer Confections (Syndicate Killers #1)

Without a word, I pull the string until it unravels and my robe falls open, revealing the beautiful set I’m wearing underneath.

He immediately sits forward, resting his elbows on knees as he motions me over to him. “Good god, you’re trying to fucking kill me, Loxley. Come here.”

I giggle as I close the distance between us and position myself between his legs. His hands find my hips and he presses a kiss to my lower stomach .

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he praises.

“So beautiful and so mine .” He trails his nose up my abdomen as his hands slide to my backside and squeeze.

He kneads my ass as he lavishes me with soft, gentle touches.

I feel like I’m being worshipped and the moans slip from me easily as I become hypnotized by his affection.

When he pulls away, his pupils are blown, and he looks starved .

“Fashion show is over. Get on top of me.”

“Awe, are you sure?” I ask, knowing I’m testing my luck. “I still have a few outfits—”

I yelp when Atlas stands abruptly and grabs me. He turns me, pulling my back flush with his front as a hand grips my jaw and forces me to look over my shoulder at him. I’m caught in taunting blue eyes that pierce my very soul.

“You like mouthing off to me,” he croons. “Maybe I need to give those pretty lips something else to do other than talk back.”

My tongue darts out, wetting my bottom lip, and I watch the way Atlas’s eyes track the movement quickly. He’s always observing me. Like he can’t get enough…

I nip at his thumb, wanting him to lose control. It seems to work as he gives a mixed growl and moan of pleasure.

“Have you ever heard of free use, baby?” He asks as he presses his forehead to my temple.

“Hmm?” I hum in question, lost to the sensation of his other hand traveling over my navel and his cock pressed obscenely against my ass.

He taps my cheek lightly, causing my eyes to open. “Focus, Short Stack. Have you ever heard of free use?”

“No,” I shake my head, giving him an innocent look through my lashes as I plan my route to bite into one of his massive pecks.

He huffs a quick laugh before smirking. “Free use means if you’re laying on the couch, reading a book, I can walk over, flip up your robe or rip off your jeans and fuck you until you’re cuming all over my cock and screaming my name.

I can take you anywhere I please. If you’re in the shower?

I’ll join you. If you’re testing a new recipe?

I’ll bend you over the countertop. If you’re fucking thinking of what you want for dinner and you look too good for me to resist, I’ll spread your legs and eat you as my meal while you’re standing in the middle of the living room.

I won’t ask, Loxley. I’ll take . Every. Single.

Time.” He punctuates his words with heated kisses to my nape and shoulder.

With every scenario, I’ve grown hotter and hotter. I feel entirely too empty as that hollow ache begins at my core and arousal coats my new panties.

I’ve heard of free use before, but I never looked into the term. My past relationships were all entirely too vanilla for something like that. They all would have looked at me like I had grown a second head.

The act of being used? Of being defiled and taken at a moment’s notice? It should sound repulsive and off-putting. It should sound vile and objectifying.

But, god, I’m so wet and it sounds like just what I need . I want to be used. I want Atlas to take pleasure in my body. I want him to turn me into a mess and ruin me.

His hands trail up my stomach until he cups my breasts through my bra. His thumbs stroke against the lace, teasing my hardened buds with indirect touches that have me panting as I grind back on him.

He buries his face in the crook of my neck, nipping at my skin. “How does that sound?”

I swallow. “ Please .”

He smiles against my shoulder. “Please, what, baby?” It’s taunting and embarrassing that he’s going to make me say it, but it only turns me on more as I shift my thighs.

“Please use me,” I beg breathlessly, as I snag one of his wrists and drag his hand down to my sex.

He cups me gently before using his thumb to stroke down my clothed slit. I can feel how damp I am as he languidly slides his finger between my folds. “Such a good girl. You’re gonna take me so well, aren’t you? You’re gonna take everything I give you and beg me for more, huh?”

His filthy words are hissed in my ear as he presses into my clit. I bite my lip as he strokes me the way he’s come to learn I like. He isn’t pressing hard at all, but teases the sides of my bud through my panties, causing me to soak them further as I rock against his hand.

“So fucking greedy for me,” he rasps.

“Please, please, please,” I beg in a whimper to him.

The begging always does something to him. His thin string of control snaps before I’m bent over the armrest of the sofa and my robe is pulled off of me.

The cool air hits my heated skin and goosebumps pebble my legs as Atlas presses into me from behind. He covers me, his chest holding me down deliciously as his body swallows mine.

“Now, we can’t let this gift go to waste, can we?” He taunts as he trails his fingers along the lace covering my pussy. I squirm beneath him, rocking my hips back onto his hard cock.

A stinging slap hits my backside and I gasp as my left ass-cheek lights with a fiery tingle.

My hair is gripped tight and wrapped around a fist before my head is yanked back and my neck is bared as I stare into Atlas’s stern gaze.

“Don’t move,” he commands. “You keep fucking moving and I’ll stuff your mouth instead of your pussy. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I squeak out.

“Good,” he rumbles as he untangles his hand from my hair before sliding it across my throat.

He squeezes my arteries gently, barely cutting off my circulation and intensifying the sensations as he hooks a finger into my panties and pulls them to the side.

He teases my entrance before a digit is plunged into me knuckle deep.

My mouth falls open as he begins to pump his hand slowly. It isn’t enough to help the ache, but it’s enough to have me pleading for more .

“I…I need…” I gasp the words, combating the feeling that’s traveling entirely too quickly through my core.

“Tell me what you need,” Atlas coos ruggedly. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

“More!” I moan, closing my eyes tightly as he spears me with another thick finger.

“So perfect,” he growls as he scissors his digits in an effort to loosen me. “I keep saying I’m going to ruin you, but I think this pretty pussy is going to get me addicted. I’m already obsessed.”

I whimper my response as he pushes even deeper in me, hitting a rough spot that has my legs shaking. His hand around my throat tightens as he strums the flesh in me and stars dance across my vision.

“Oh, fuck you’re cumming,” he announces, sounding lust-drunk as my pussy ripples around his fingers.

My orgasm explodes through me, weakening my knees and sending my head back against Atlas’s chest as I quake against him.

He whispers praise in my ear, slowing his motions as he extends my climax until I’m a boneless heap against him.

If it weren’t for him holding me up, I would have fallen the moment I came.

Once I’ve come down, he pulls his fingers from my heat and I instantly miss the full feeling of him spearing me. I make a needy, desperate sound that’s raspy and breathless in the air between us.

“Shh,” he coos as his hand leaves my neck before trailing to press between my shoulder blades. He lays me across the armrest again, and I faintly register the sounds of his pants coming undone. “Do you want more?”

“ Stop teasing me,” I beg as my hands grip the cushions. “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll fuck myself with a toy and make you watch.”

His chest rumbles before I feel something cold and metallic rub against my over sensitized clit.

His piercing .

Fuck. Me.

He’s quick as he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks me back again. My back is arched over suggestively and my neck cranes painfully as he snarls at me.

“Still running that fucking mouth. You need something to fill it, don’t you?

” He shoves two fingers past my lips and the tangy taste of my arousal coats my taste buds.

He reaches my gag reflex, causing me to choke on the digits as he lines his cock up with my entrance and pulls my panties to the side.

Tears dot my lashes as he pushes down on my tongue, forcing my mouth open.

His hips pump, and he slowly sinks into me. The unfamiliar stretch as inch after inch widens me and has a slight burn accompanying it. I’ve never had a partner so well endowed. Or pierced .

And that piercing is doing its work. It drags deliciously inside of me, teasing and promising something great to come.

Despite the burn, it all feels far too good . The overwhelming sensation of being so full I can hardly breathe has my brain muddled. I can hardly register as a groan mixed with a panting noise escapes past Atlas’s fingers.

I almost feel too full as he finally bottoms out. But I’m distracted from the sensation as I feel something hard rub against the rough patch inside of me.

“ Fuck ,” Atlas groans, sounding like he’s lost to the pleasure as I jolt at the feeling of his piercing drag against my G-spot.

I bite down on his fingers, overwhelming sensations battling me from every angle. The digits invading my mouth, the metal bumping against my most sensitive spot, and the large hand digging into my hip and keeping me held down are all overwhelming in the best way possible.

I don’t have to think. I get to feel .

“That’s right, baby,” he grits in my ear. “Take what you need and I’ll let you cum on my cock. Bite harder, beautiful. Make me fucking bleed. ”

I bite harder, loving the ragged sound that leaves him before he draws back and snaps his hips forward harshly.

My mouth falls open as I suck air into my lungs, reminding myself to breathe as he sets a brutal pace behind me.

If it weren’t for his hand holding me steady, I would be reduced to a heap over the armrest.

He brings his lips close to my ear, nipping and sucking on my skin as he whispers praise in my ear while his other hand grips my throat again. He squeezes, applying that pressure that drives me wild as our hips slap together.

In my incoherent babble, I can only catch a few responses I give him as my pleasure builds to an immeasurable height. When he reaches around me and begins to circle my clit, words mixed with moans and screams fall from me and I’m utterly lost.

“You’re doing so good for me,” Atlas presses his forehead into my neck, his rough breaths fanning my skin.

“Yeah,” I barely register that I’m talking as my core clenches and my pussy spasms around him. I’m so close I won’t last much longer.

“Yeah?” He mocks in my ear, biting the lobe. “You have no fucking idea what I’m saying, do you? You just want to cum for me, huh?”

I whimper, nodding my head against his as I plead for my release.

“Then fucking cum, Loxley,” he growls. “Give it to me, baby.”

I explode. Heat unravels in my gut, spreading through my limbs as I scream. My walls squeeze Atlas tightly, milking his cock as he curses from behind me.

White-hot pleasure grips me, making my legs weaken as I soak Atlas with my release. My hands clutch at the sofa as I try to get a grip on something. I don’t realize I’m crying until a tongue drags along my cheek, collecting the hot tears that track down them.

“Love it when you cry for me,” he rasps as his hips lose rhythm and become desperate. He’s chasing his release and I’m just starting to gain back my composure.

“I’m on the pill,” I rush.

He chuckles breathlessly in my ear. “I know.”

Of course he does.

He places a hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me down until I’m flush with the cushions and my face presses into the sofa. I can hear the obscene squelching sounds coming from me as he uses me to find his release.

When he buries himself deep and stills inside of me, the rush of warmth in my core is an odd experience.

No partner has ever cum in me. It isn’t unpleasant in the slightest and I know his cum is going to drip out of me the moment I stand.

It’s a little filthy to think about and I really start to believe Atlas has ruined me, just like he promised.

“Fuck,” he groans from behind me. The sound is deep and guttural—all man. I like it so much I respond by tightening around him, and he hisses.

A hard smack comes down on my ass and I yelp before laughing as he rubs a hand over the mark he inflicted.

“I could live inside of you,” he mumbles as he massages my ass. He kneads into my skin before his hands move up my spine and work my muscles with firm but pleasing touches.

I’m a little worried about his statement. Because a part of me knows he would try if I allowed it. But it’s also flattering.

I hum, feeling like jelly as I lie limp against the sofa. “Don’t get any bright ideas.”

He chuckles, causing himself to move inside of me. I’m oversensitive and finally feel the sticky mess we’ve made as I press back against his thighs. He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to let me up, so I don’t fuss over the slight discomfort.

He trails kisses up my spine before wrapping his arms around me, slowly pulling me upright. He pulls out and my nose wrinkles as a rush of liquid drips down my thighs.

“That’s beautiful,” he says from behind me, sounding awestruck as he watches our combined releases roll down my leg.

“And sticky,” I sigh.

He places a kiss on my cheek before turning me around and tossing me over his shoulder. I gasp at the sudden rush of blood to my head as Atlas laughs maniacally and stalks towards the bathroom.

“Free use starts tonight, baby,” he announces over his shoulder. “I’ve got two days off and you’re in for a hell of a time.”

Oh, fuck me .