Page 163 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I groan, my fingers digging into her hips as I try like hell to hold back from thrusting into her all at once. “So tight and so fucking wet for me.”

I spank her again, this time leaving a red handprint on her ass, but she’s ready for me this time. She pushes back against me as a low moan escapes her lips.

“Yeah, that’s what I like to hear.” I let another inch slide in and watch as her pussy swallows me up. “Like it when I spank you? Like being fucked and spanked at the same time?”

She whimpers, but doesn’t answer, so I spank her again, harder this time. She cries out, her body shuddering around me.

“Answer me,” I demand, my fingers tightening on her hips. “Do you like it when I spank you?”

“Yes,” she gasps. “You… you know I like it.”

Another inch, then another, until I can’t hold back anymore. I slam the rest of my cock all the way in, loving the way she arches her back and clenches around me.

“Such a good little wife,” I growl, fisting my free hand in her hair and pulling her head back to claim a kiss before pulling out and slamming all the way back in. “Yeah, mia cara. Open up and take all of it. Every. Fucking. Inch.”

She comes just like that, squeezing around me so tightly I can barely breathe. I groan and start fucking her through it, pushing deeper and deeper until I can feel every muscle pulsing and fluttering around my thick length as the orgasm rolls through her.

Her legs are trembling and I know she’s about five seconds from collapsing, but I wrap my arms around her and keep going, picking up the pace a little and fucking a noise out of her that’s half-moan, half-needy whine.

“Not done yet, mia cara.” I nip at her ear, lifting and supporting her entire weight now so she’s bouncing like my own personal fuck doll at the end of my dick. “Not until I fill you up. You know how this works.”

“Fill me,” she grinds out as her head falls back against my shoulder. “Fucking come inside me. Do it, please.”

And how the fuck am I supposed to resist that kind of beautiful begging?

“Someday soon,” I pant, knowing I can’t last much longer. “You’re gonna take all three of us. Two in your pussy and one in your ass like the filthy little slut you are for us.”

That seems to reignite something inside her.

Maybe just the image of the three of us taking her at once.

Maybe the implied promise that we’re getting Atlas back soon.

Whatever it is, I can feel a fresh flood of wet heat drenching my cock as she comes all over again.

“Oh god,” she gasps. “I’ll be your slut.

I’ll do any… anything for the three of you. ”

And yeah, that mental image and that sweet fucking promise is going to push me over the edge right along with her.

“You’d take us all, wouldn’t you?” I demand as I start to come undone. “You’d let us fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight.”

“You know I would. I can’t… can’t wait. Fucking need you. All of you.”

I bury my cock inside her one last time, filling her up like I promised I would as I groan her name against her ear, not wanting it to end. Not yet.

“Fuck, mia cara. Your hot fucking pussy is milking me so good. Gonna fill you up.”

Her walls pulse around me as her body relaxes, and she lets out a shaky breath as she whispers, “Holy shit. Didn’t realize how much I needed that.”

I pull out slowly, and she makes a soft whimpering noise as my cock slips free. I turn her around to face me, pressing my forehead to hers.

“I think we both needed it,” I say quietly.

My release is leaking out of her, and I reach down to slide my fingers through it, capturing her mouth with mine as I slide my fingers back inside the wet heat of her pussy. “Want to mark you this way too. Always want to be sure there’s a part of me with you.”

Her legs are still shaky, so I help her over to the bed. She collapses onto the mattress with a satisfied sigh, and I follow, pulling her against my chest.

Her fingers trace patterns on my arm. “Remember what you told me that night? About your father?”

“Which part?” My hand slides up and down her spine.

“About how you’d never be like him. How you’d never abandon your family.” She props herself up on an elbow to look at me. “I believed you then. I believe you even more now.”

The memory of that conversation hits me hard. The way she’d listened without judgment as I spilled my guts about growing up with that bastard. How she’d understood exactly what I meant about breaking the cycle.

“Atlas is lucky to have you,” she says softly. “Someone who would move heaven and earth to bring him home.”

I draw back slightly, holding her gaze. The warmth and sincerity in her eyes makes my chest tight. “He’s lucky to have you too. We all are.”

Her breathing slows as she curls against my chest, and I pull the blanket over us both, tucking it around her shoulders.

“Stay,” she murmurs, already half-asleep.

I press my lips to her forehead. “Not going anywhere, mia cara.”

She nuzzles closer, her warm breath fanning across my chest. The rise and fall of her breathing matches mine, our hearts beating in sync. This is what peace feels like—holding her close, knowing she’s safe, protected. Where she belongs.