Page 44 of Killer Confections (Syndicate Killers #1)

Loxley

Okay, maybe free use and I have a love-hate relationship.

Or maybe Atlas just can’t keep his fucking hands to himself long enough for me to do something productive.

The sex is amazing, but as noon rolls around, I haven’t had a full conversation with Janette about interviewers and I desperately need to. The most we’ve been able to accomplish is a few quick texts between my mind-numbing orgasms.

Which is why I find myself hidden away in the library, sitting between a massive beanbag chair and the reading nook as I dial her number.

Am I hiding from my husband?

Yes.

Will I admit defeat and ask him to end the scene with my throbbing, achy, and overused pussy and sore muscles?

No. Because mama didn’t raise a damn quitter.

I’m winning this one way or another. But first…

“Come on, come on,” I chant quietly as the phone rings.

“Hello?” Janette’s raspy tone breaks through the speaker and I sigh with relief before getting straight to the point.

“Hi, yes, I’m fine. How are the interviews going?” I rush.

She chuckles and I hear some pans clanging in the distance. “Everything is going great. Do you want me to send over the file for the two I’m thinking of choosing?”

I swear I hear footsteps nearing the library, but as I squirm back further into my corner, I don’t spot Atlas in the hallway.

In fact, it’s impossible to hear him. For a big man, he’s quiet as death when he stalks around.

He’s caught me off guard so many times that my heart races and I scream like a main lead in a slasher film.

Then he soothes my terror by rearranging my insides and making me forget why I was scared to begin with.

“Yes, please,” I whisper as a creak comes from the house. My head whips around to the door and my breathing quickens before I slap a hand over my mouth.

“Sending them over now,” Janette chirps. “How’s the vacay with your boyfriend? Please tell me you’re drinking margaritas on a beach somewhere.”

I smile against my hand before my ankle is snatched and I’m dragged from my hiding spot. I muffle my scream as Atlas covers me, wedging himself between my legs. He lifts a finger to his lips, shushing me with a wicked glint in his eyes.

“Loxley?” Janette asks, sounding concerned. “Is everything okay?”

“Fine!” I squeak. “Just tripped…”

In the dim lights of the library, Atlas looks like a predator.

The shadows covering his face make him seem like some daunting, unknown presence.

The way his eyes darken hungrily as his hands find the hem of my sundress is hypnotizing.

He runs his palms up the outside of my thighs, taking the skirt with him until he unveils my bare pussy.

I’m pink and swollen, his cum still dripping from me.

Our last fuck wasn’t even an hour ago, and he’s already hard.

I can see the obscene outline of his cock through his pants, the veins prominent and begging for release.

How the fuck does he have anything left in him? Is this even fucking normal?!

Atlas tucks his hands under my knees before pushing my legs until they almost touch my shoulders and I have to cover my gasp at the overly open position.

His look grows desperate as he spits directly into my folds. I jump as his saliva hits me with force before slowly dripping down to my ass. He watches it intently, bracketing my legs with an arm before collecting his spit with a finger and pumping it into my ass.

I bite my lip to keep my noises contained as Janette laughs on the other end of the phone.

“You’re the clumsiest person I know, Lox,” she muses. “How’s Addie’s road trip going? Did she make it in last night? I’m excited to have her around the bakery.”

Oh, god, she’s expecting me to answer her. I have to make words.

Another finger spears me before Atlas scissors his digits and starts stretching me out again. Every time we fuck, he does this. He’s been preparing me since this morning and I would be a damned liar if I said I didn’t like it…

It’s a strange feeling, but it gets me ridiculously wet.

I don’t know the science behind it. Maybe it’s just the knowledge that he’ll have fucked every hole in my body that turns me on so much.

Maybe it’s the implication of possession behind it that turns me into a mess.

Regardless, I have to bite down on my hand to keep from moaning.

“Loxley?” Janette asks.

“Answer her, Short Stack,” Atlas taunts in a whisper. “Come on. Use your words.”

“Good!” I choke out before gritting my teeth. “She’s good! She stopped at a hotel and will be here this afternoon.”

Atlas’s lips twitch as I grab a handful of the beanbag chair behind me. He’s enjoying this far too much, but I’m too far gone to care about his cocky attitude.

“That’s great!” Janette calls as the sounds of more slamming pans fill the speaker. “Did you look over the files yet?”

Oh, fuck. I have to look at those…

Atlas adds a third finger, stretching me even further. I hiss lightly at the slight burn, but he shushes me as he pumps his hand slowly until it dissipates. As he opens me, I start panting into the receiver, unable to stop my body’s reaction.

“Oh, goodness. You sound like you’re running a marathon—”

“Fuck! I’m gonna call you back, Jan! Bye!” I cut her off with a groan before pressing the red button on my screen and slamming my phone down beside me. I grip a handful of Atlas’s hair before yanking on it. “Fuck!”

“Think you’re ready for me, baby?” he asks as he watches his fingers move in and out of me.

“I… I don’t know,” I answer truthfully, my head shaking from side to side.

“I think you are,” he decides before sliding his digits out of me and pulling his cock out.

He spits on the head, using his free hand to lube him before positioning himself.

“Relax. We’ll go slow…” his voice trails as he inches forward and I suck in a breath at the odd feeling.

It’s invasive, but something hot burns in my core as Atlas pumps shallowly.

With every thrust, he buries just a little more inside of me until he reaches the base and our hips mesh.

It stings a little, but that quickly fades as he moves.

He tests it first, pulling out halfway before thrusting forward.

When my panting turns to desperate moans, he snaps.

His hands push the backs of my knees until they touch the floor beside my head and I’m folded in half as he drills into me.

All I can do is hold on to his wrists as he uses my body.

My nails dig into his flesh and I feel like I’m on the cusp of something I can’t reach without the proper stimulation.

It’s maddening, yet so fucking good I don’t want it to end.

He’s so close to me our eyes connect and I’m held hostage by the darkness in his. The possession, the need, the ravenous hunger . It all grips me tightly, sucking me into him.

“I’m going to fill your ass,” he grits. “Then, I’m gonna watch my fucking cum drip out of you.”

A breathless sound leaves me as he picks up speed, slamming into me with abandon. All I can do is hang on for dear life until he finally stills and warmth floods me. He holds me tightly, everything halting as he throws his head back with a groan .

The second he’s finished, he pulls out of me and watches as his release eventually dribbles from my ass.

“Fucking beautiful,” he mumbles appreciatively.

My hips undulate slightly, asking for what I was denied. Atlas smirks before propping one of my legs over his shoulder and slowly sinking down to his stomach on the floor.

“Is this what you need?” he hums before collecting his cum on this thumb and then swiping it through my folds. “You want me to eat this pretty pussy until you soak my face again? Ask me nicely.”

“ Please ,” I draw out the word, moving my hips closer to his awaiting mouth. “Please make me cum.”

He shakes his head, his chest rising and falling with his breath. “You know what the fucking begging does to me.” He growls before shoving his face between my folds and I throw my head back as my hands grip his hair tightly.

I’m overly sensitive and the feeling is almost too much as his tongue lightly circles my clit.

But, once again, I’m not a quitter.

My skin glistens with sweat as I grind my hips against his mouth. I’m face fucking him to reach my climax and I don’t even care. My need is far greater than my dignity at this point.

Atlas doesn’t seem to mind either as he hums approval into me before shaking his head side to side and strumming my clit until my vision goes white and I throw my head back on a scream.

As I come down, I realize just how tightly I’m holding onto his hair and my hands loosen. I take a few dark strands with me, but Atlas looks like he’s on fucking cloud nine as he smiles up at me.

“What…” I swallow, my chest rising as I suck in a breath. “What’s got you so smiley?”

He kisses the inside of my thigh before looking at me through his lashes. “We have a party to go to.”

I blink at him before sitting up quickly. “A party? When? Where? ”

He chuckles, sitting up and extending his legs on either side of me before pulling me into his lap. We’re both sweaty and now the beautiful library with its stacked shelves and cute little nook smells like sex.

“One family on the compound is having a barbecue and everyone is invited. I figured I would leave the decision to you if you wanted to go, seeing as we’re playing right now…”

I frown at him. “We would stop for the party, right?”

He shakes his head slowly, and heat unravels in my core. Doing this out in public shouldn’t sound as hot as it does…

But the act of possibly being caught appeals to me.

Oh, god, something has to be wrong with me…

“I want to go,” I say shyly.

His smile spreads as he gives me a questioning look. “A bit of a voyeur, are we?”

I push his shoulder. “Don’t kink shame me.”

He holds his hands up as he scoffs. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to have you sit on my lap with one of those little dresses on, baby. There’s no shame here.”

I return his smile, feeling comfortable and warm in his arms. “Is there something wrong with us? Why do we think the act of being caught while fucking is hot?”

“Something is wrong with me ,” he corrects before brushing my hair back. “You’re perfect. And it’s a normal kink.”

I roll my eyes. I don’t know how to combat the notion that Atlas thinks I’m God. It’s a little worrisome that he believes I can do no wrong, but I also don’t hate it. I can basically get away with anything, and he’ll probably applaud me for outsmarting him.

He’s spoiling me and I don’t plan to stop his scheme to keep me here.

He can have me. I’ve given up fighting.

I’ve also devised my own scheme of what to tell my parents when we visit for Christmas.

I’ll warm them up to Atlas before, and then he can make a show of proposing before we open gifts.

I still want a ceremony with the pretty dresses and fancy glasses of champagne, so we planned for next spring to be our ‘wedding.’

If anyone finds out before then that I’m married and my last name is no longer Bennett (yes, it was confirmed by my very apologetic husband, who didn’t seem sorry in the slightest) then we can play up that we eloped.

It’s a good enough plan for me, and Atlas didn’t have any objections to it. So long as we stay married, we could have our ceremony in front of a dumpster fire, and I think he would still be the happiest guy on Earth.

I push up from the floor, fixing my white sundress as I dust out the wrinkles.

Atlas’s hands find my thighs as he stares up at me. “Where do you think you’re going?”

I lift a brow. “To take a shower—”

“No, you aren’t.” He cuts me off with a devilish smirk. “Did I say you could shower?”

One of Atlas’s rules for our game was that I couldn’t shower until he told me I could. I agreed to it at first, caught up in the heat of the moment. But now…

“We’re going to be around other people,” I sound scandalized as I pull away from him.

He stands, peering down at me with half-lidded eyes.

“I don’t care about them . I care about seeing my beautiful wife, smiling and having a great time while my cum drips down her thighs.

No one will have any idea how ruined that pussy is while you join in on the conversation. It’ll be our little secret.”

I chew on my bottom lip, hating that I find that so hot. It’s the raw possession mixed with primal claiming that has me really considering this. I was never this sexually accepting before Atlas. Now, it's like every new thing is begging for me to experience it. So far, I’m not hating it either.

It’s freeing.

“Okay,” I sigh. “But we aren’t going empty-handed.”

He smirks, brushing a kiss to my cheek. “That’s my girl. What are you wanting to bring? ”

“I looked in your kitchen earlier—”

“ Our kitchen,” he corrects.

“—Sorry, our kitchen , and I saw we have everything for Petit Fours. Your favorite.”

His brows raise in intrigue. “Can I slather your tits in the icing and lick it off?”

My lips part as my cheeks turn a bright red shade. I turn away from him, sniffing as I head for the kitchen. “Yes, but you better not leave me sticky.”