Page 182 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

His mouth claims me possessively, and I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair. Every stroke of his tongue sends aftershocks of pleasure through my body. He knows exactly how to touch me, how to drive me wild until I forget my own fucking name.

“That’s it,” he growls between long, hungry laps up and down my folds. “Give me everything. Show me how good it feels when I own this pretty pussy.”

The pure possession in his voice pushes me closer to the edge, making my thighs tremble against his shoulders.

That’s what this is really about. Him marking his territory, claiming what’s his.

This man who terrifies everyone he meets, who can kill without remorse, who struggles to feel normal human emotions—he’s chosen me.

And god help me, I want to be claimed. Want to be owned. Want to belong to him and Nico and Atlas in every way.

“Mine,” he growls against my skin, the word vibrating up through my core. “Ours. Say it.”

“Yours,” I gasp, my head falling back against the wall. “All of yours.”

His grip tightens on my thighs as he doubles down on his efforts, and I can feel another orgasm building fast and hard.

“Killian,” I whimper, my fingers tangling tighter in his hair. “Oh fuck, Killian, please?—”

He makes a sound somewhere between a growl and a groan, and the vibration of it tips me over the edge.

The climax hits me even harder than the first one, spreading through my body like wildfire.

My back arches off the wall and I cry out his name like it’s the only fucking word I remember as pleasure courses through me in waves, leaving me completely boneless in his grip.

He holds me steady through it all, his hands firm and possessive on my trembling thighs. When the last aftershock fades, I slump against the wall, gasping for breath. But from the hungry look in his eyes as he gazes up at me, I know he’s far from done.

He lifts me off his shoulders and lets me slide down his body until he’s holding me in his arms, then carries me to the bed with an effortless strength that makes my heart race.

The contrast isn’t lost on me—how the same hands that can snap a man’s neck with cold precision now hold me with such careful control.

He throws me down onto the mattress, and I bounce once before he’s on me, flipping me over and pressing my wrists above my head.

“Keep these here,” he growls against my ear. The fact that I’m completely naked while he’s still fully clothed makes me feel even more vulnerable. The denim of his jeans brushes against my ass as he pins my legs together with his thighs.

“You’re mine,” he says, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that makes me shiver. “Say it.”

“Yours,” I gasp. “Always yours.”

His grip tightens on my wrists as he reaches down to unzip and shove his pants down.

He kicks them off, and before I have another second to brace for what’s coming, he drives into me up to the hilt, taking what belongs to him.

Every thrust reminds me that I’m his—his to protect, his to possess, his to break apart and put back together again.

“Such a good girl for me,” he groans, and the praise makes me clench around him. “Taking me so deep. Me…” Another thrust. “Nico…” And another. “And Atlas. We’re the only ones who get to have you like this.”

I press my face into the mattress, overcome by the connection between us. This isn’t just sex—it’s surrender, trust, possession. It’s knowing that this man who feels nothing for anyone else somehow feels everything for me.

“Look at me,” he demands, yanking my hair to turn my head. His eyes burn into mine as he drives deeper. “Want to see your face while I make you mine.”

The pure possession in his gaze pushes me toward the edge again. This is what I need—to be owned, claimed, marked as his. As theirs. To belong completely to these three men who’ve somehow become my everything.

Just when I think I can’t take another second of this perfect, exquisite torture, he pulls out completely, leaving me whimpering and empty as he rocks back on his heels and repositions himself behind me.

“Trust me,” he says, and I do. That’s what makes this so powerful. I trust him completely to know exactly what I need, to push my boundaries while keeping me safe.

He guides my hands, pulling them down where he wants them until he has me gripping my own ass cheeks.

“Now spread them for me.”

The vulnerability of the position makes my heart race, but I don’t hesitate to do what he says, letting my face press into the bedding as I put every part of myself on display for him.

“Good girl,” he praises roughly as he presses a finger against that tight little ring of muscle and works me open slowly. “You’re taking everything I give you. Now show me how much you need this.”

He knows my body so well, knows exactly how to strip away my defenses until there’s nothing left but raw sensation and trust.

“Please,” I whimper as he pushes me to my limits. My thighs tremble as his finger works its way inside me. “God, please keep going. Please, please fuck me like this. In the pussy, in the ass… wherever. I just need you. Need all of you.”

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice dropping even lower. “Give in to it. Show me how perfectly you surrender.”

And this really is what I need—to be pushed right to the edge of what I can take, to trust someone else to be in complete control.

The head of his cock is lined up with my pussy again, and I don’t even try to hold back the needy moan that spills from my lips when he snaps his hips forward and thrusts all the way into me in one long, smooth motion.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant in time with his thrusts as he picks up speed. “Keep… keep going. Please.”

Every thrust of his cock in my pussy is complemented by an equally quick, equally rough thrust of his finger in and out of my ass, and the dual sensations are more than I can handle.

I’m already seeing stars, but now my vision is starting to close in around the edges, and my whole body is starting to tingle.

I’m so close to coming, hovering right on the brink as he works me over. But he knows how to keep me there, suspended in that space between pleasure and pain, making me feel completely owned.

The pressure builds as he pushes me higher, filling both holes with his thick finger and cock. “Come for me one more time,” he demands. “Show me how good you can be.”

I shatter completely, crying out as the most intense orgasm yet crashes through me.

Tears spring to my eyes from the overwhelming sensation as pleasure courses through every nerve ending in my body.

His grip tightens possessively as he follows me over the edge with a deep groan, marking me as his from the inside out.

He collapses over me, his solid weight pinning me to the mattress. The gesture feels protective rather than dominating now, and I feel completely safe underneath him. His lips brush my neck with surprising tenderness, a complete contrast to his earlier roughness.

“You’re so perfect for me,” he murmurs against my skin, nuzzling the spot where my pulse still races. “My good girl. My beautiful siren.”

The praise washes over me, making me feel cherished in a way only Killian can manage—like I’m both completely owned and utterly precious to him.

“What are you thinking about now?” he asks softly, his fingers trailing along my spine.

I smile, feeling utterly boneless and at peace. “Just this,” I whisper. “Just you.”