Page 101 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

ATLAS

Quinn’s lips are warm and soft, just like I remember. The moment they meet mine, it’s like a dam bursting open inside me, unleashing a flood of pent-up desire. I kiss her back fiercely, my tongue delving into her mouth as I pull her tight against me.

She arches into me, a soft moan escaping her lips as I trail kisses down her neck. I nip at her skin, marking her with my teeth as well as my ink.

I need to claim her, to make her mine. My hands roam over her body, touching and exploring every inch of her soft skin. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.

Heat explodes between us, consuming me from the inside out. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but this need has overtaken me and there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop it.

And right now? Stopping is the last thing I want to do.

Seeing that fucker hit on her, watching him put his filthy hands on what’s mine… it made me see red. I wanted to kill him, to murder him with my bare hands for daring to touch her. The rage consumed me, burning through my veins like molten lava.

And then when she suggested I had no claim over her because we’re not married? Because she wasn’t wearing my ring? It unleashed something primal inside me, a possessive need to mark her as mine in every way possible.

I need to see my mark on her skin. I need it more than my next breath. More than anything in this fucked up world.

My breath comes out in a ragged burst as I break from the kiss and look down into her eyes. They’re dark with desire, her pupils blown wide. Just like mine must be.

“Atlas,” she breathes out, my name falling from her lips in a way I haven’t heard in far too fucking long.

I growl in response, nipping at the sensitive skin just below her breasts. Mine. She’s mine, and I’ll make damn sure every fucker in this club knows it.

I pull back, breathing hard as I indulge my need to look down at the fresh tattoo on her skin one more time. It’s still bloody and dark, the ink stark against her pale flesh. A primal satisfaction surges through me at the sight of the mark.

“Fuck,” I growl, tracing the outline with my fingertip. The skin is raised and hot to the touch. She hisses, a mix of pain and pleasure, and the sound goes straight to my cock.

My mark looks good on her. Damn good. But it’s not enough. I need more.

“This looks fucking perfect on you,” I tell her. “But it’s still not enough. I need to see all of you.”

Without waiting for a response, I grab her bra and yank it down forcefully. The flimsy material tears easily under my hands, baring her breasts to my hungry gaze.

Her nipples are hard, begging for my touch. I don’t hesitate to oblige, palming her breasts and rolling the sensitive peaks between my fingers.

She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. The sound drives me wild, stoking the fire that’s been burning in my veins since she dragged me out of that bar.

“Yes,” she gasps, her hands clutching at my shoulders. “Holy fuck, yes. More.”

I lean down, my mouth hovering over one taut peak. “I’m gonna make sure every fucker knows you’re mine,” I tell her, my voice a gravelly promise. “Is that what you want? Is that what you want to hear me say?”

I swirl my tongue around one nipple, earning a sharp intake of breath from her. “I-I don’t… I can’t. God, just don’t fucking stop.”

Not quite the answer I’m looking for, but it’s probably hard for her to think clearly when I’m devouring her perfect tits.

I suck harder, groaning at the taste of her until her entire nipple is in my mouth. My hands roam over her body, claiming and possessing. I need to brand her with my touch, to imprint myself on her so deeply that no one will ever be able to erase me.

“Yeah, you do like that, don’t you?” I murmur against her skin, my lips brushing the sensitive underswell of her breast. “You like knowing that Nico is gonna see what we’ve done. Killian too.”

She whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Yes,” she answers in a rush of breath. “I do. I do love it. I want—want them to see.”

“Let me hear you beg for my cock.”

I can almost see the switch flip inside her.

“You son of a bitch,” she says, pushing at my chest. The fury in her eyes is like a match to gasoline, stoking the flames of my desire. “You think I’m gonna fucking beg for it? You can go to hell. Go fuck yourself.”

I smirk, fire coursing through my veins. This isn’t the first time she’s told me to go to hell, and it sure as hell won’t be the last. But I’m not backing down this time. Not when I can see the desire burning just as hot in her eyes.

“I’d rather fuck you.” Yeah, I’m teasing her as much as she’s tempting me right now, but she fucking deserves it. I’m still pissed off from the way she said I had no claim on her, how easily it rolled off her tongue.

I’m still pissed about other things too. Thoughts and feelings I keep trying to push aside, only to have them bubble back up at the worst fucking time.

Like now.

Her lips part on a sharp inhale, and in that moment, I strike. I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, devouring her with an intensity that matches the storm raging inside me.

She fights me, scratching at my shoulders, then tries pushing me away only to pull me right back. But I’m not willing to play these little games for much longer.

I want her. I know she wants me. I’m going to have her.

Pinning her hands above her head, I hold her captive as I plunder her mouth.

When I finally pull away, we’re both breathless, our chests heaving. I glare down at her, my eyes dark with possessiveness. “You ready to take my cock now? Or do you want to keep pretending like you don’t need it? Like you haven’t been fucking dreaming about it?”

A shiver runs through her, and I know I’ve called it exactly right. I lean down, my mouth hovering over her ear. “Let’s see how long you can keep up that attitude.”

She bucks her hips, a taunt and an invitation all in one. “Fuck you, Atlas. I don’t need this. Not from you.”

I chuckle darkly, my thumb and forefinger closing around one taut nipple. I twist and tug, loving the way she writhes beneath me. “Oh, you need it alright. You’re just too goddamn stubborn to admit it.”

My fingers move to the other nipple, pinching and tugging until she’s squirming and gasping, each exhale a short, sharp burst. I can feel her desire radiating off her in waves, mixing with the heat of my anger.

I’m gonna make her feel good. Really fucking good. But I’m gonna make it hurt too. I know she can take it, but more importantly?

I know that’s how she wants it.

I rock back on me heels and tug at her jeans, pulling her panties down a few inches at the same time.

There’s a flash of uncertainty in her eyes now, and the sight of it sends a rush of satisfaction through me.

Good. I want her off-balance, anticipating what I’m going to do as I expose more and more of her body with each tug of the tight denim she’s wearing.

Her hands fly to cover herself, but I slap them away.

“None of that,” I growl. “I wanna see all of you.”

Her eyes flash with defiance, but I don’t give a shit about that right now. In one swift move, I rip her jeans and panties the rest of the way off, baring her completely. She’s wet and glistening, and the sight of her like that punches me right in the gut.

She doesn’t need to tell me how badly she wants this. I can see it with my own two eyes.

Still, I want to hear her say it.

I lean down, my breath hot against her sensitive skin as I nuzzle her inner thigh. “Look at you,” I murmur, my lips brushing her flesh. “So fucking wet for me.”

“Oh fuck,” she moans, squirming beneath me.

“Beg me,” I demand, my voice low and rough. “Beg me to taste you.”

She hesitates, biting her lip as she grapples with her defiance and her need. I reward that hesitation with a nip to her inner thigh, just hard enough to sting.

“Say my name,” I tell her, my voice a low growl. “You say it, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Her eyes blaze at me, but she doesn’t say a word. Not the one I want to hear, anyway. She’s too damn stubborn for her own good.

“Fine,” I say, straightening up. “Be that way.”

I step back, folding my arms over my chest. “You wanna keep this game going, that’s fine by me. But no more touching until you come crawling to me.”

Her eyes go wide, and her breath hitches mid-moan. “Atlas,” she says so quietly I can barely hear her. “Get over here and take what you want.”

Close enough. At least she broke first .

Leaning down, I breathe in her scent again, letting it fill my lungs before I taste her.

I might still have some unresolved anger directed her way, but she tastes like heaven. I groan, sinking my teeth into her thigh as I pull her closer, just to teach her a lesson. Just because I can. I lap at her, my tongue stroking and probing, loving the way she writhes and bucks beneath me.

“Oh, god,” she cries out, her hands tangling in my hair. “Atlas, yes. Right there. Don’t stop.”

“Not stopping now,” I grunt out the reply. “Not when you’re just starting to behave.”

I see the flash of anger in her eyes again, but it’s replaced by pure, hungry need as I work her clit with my tongue.

I feast on her—losing myself in it—until her thighs start to shake. Her breath comes out in short, sharp bursts, and I know she’s close. So damn close.

I curl my tongue around her clit, flicking and sucking, and that sends her over the edge. She bucks wildly beneath me, her hands all over me as she cries out my name, shuddering and pulsing, riding out the wave of her orgasm.

She’s beautiful like this—wild and untamed. I could watch her fall apart like this a thousand times and never get tired of the view. But we’re not done yet, not by a long shot.