Page 230 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

I need to feel him, skin on skin. I need him inside me, filling me up and pushing away the memories. I need to feel him moving above me, bringing me the kind of pleasure that only he can.

And I need it now.

With a desperate whimper, I reach for him until my hands find his shoulders, then dig my fingers into his skin. “Atlas,” I exhale, the need in my voice plain to hear. “Please… please fuck me.”

He looks up at me as if he understands exactly what I’m going through. “I’m here. Right here, vicious. I’ve got you.”

“Get up here,” I demand, giving his hair a rough tug that makes him groan.

He pulls his mouth away from me reluctantly. “I don’t think?—”

“Now,” I order, pulling him up my body until he’s kneeling between my legs. I wrap my legs around his waist, needing to feel him pressed against me.

His hands rest on my thighs, his eyes searching mine. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea, vicious. If we move too much, you could?—”

“I need you,” I interrupt, not wanting to hear anything rational or cautious. “Right now. Please.”

His jaw clenches, and I can tell he wants to resist, to be the responsible one. But there’s a burning need in his eyes, and I know he can’t deny me for very much longer.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Before he can overthink it, I pull his mouth down to mine, kissing him hard. My tongue tangles with his while my hands move to his belt, fumbling to get him out of his pants as quickly as possible.

He moans into my mouth, then gives me the help I need, shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs. I break the kiss, wanting to watch as he frees his cock and starts stroking himself.

“Fuck, this is a bad idea,” he says while his eyes trace the lines of my body. “But I’ll be damned if I can stop now.”

“No, don’t stop.” I don’t care if it’s a bad idea. Fuck that. We’re not stopping now. “I don’t want you to worry about me. All I want is for you to fuck me like you know I need to be fucked. Like you love me.”

“Always,” he swears, his eyes burning into mine. “I promise I will.”

I bite my lip, fighting a rush of emotion at his words. Instead, I tug him closer, needing to feel him against me.

His eyes search mine for a moment, as if to make sure I’m really serious. Then he nods and guides his cock to my entrance.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he sinks into me, filling me up. My body stretches to accommodate him, and there’s a brief twinge of pain, but it’s nothing compared to the pleasure that comes right behind it.

I’m complete like this, whole in a way I’ve been craving for too damn long. My fingers dig into his back, holding him close as he goes still inside me, giving my body a few delicious seconds to adjust.

But I’m impatient and greedy, and I don’t want to wait another second.

“Move,” I whisper, my hips twitching as I urge him on. “Please, Atlas. Just fuck me.”

His eyes close for a moment, his breath hitching as he fights for control. Then he starts to move, his hips pulling back before slamming forward. The thrust is hard and deep, hitting all the right spots and sending another wave of pleasure through me.

“Yes,” I breathe, my eyes fluttering closed as I savor the feel of him. “There. Right there.”

He groans and snaps his hips forward again, driving his cock deep. “Fuck, you feel so good. And so fucking tight.”

I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, lifting my hips to meet each of his powerful thrusts.

“Fuck yeah,” he grinds out through gritted teeth. “Take it all. Every fucking inch.”

Pain is shooting through me now, tearing through my side with each of his deep thrusts. But I don’t care. The pleasure is just strong enough to overwhelm everything else.

And the harder he fucks me, the less pain I feel.

“More,” I beg, my head falling back as my whole body comes up off the bed. “Give it to me. Make me come.”

His thrusts become more erratic as he loses control. His mouth finds my neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as his hands grip my hips, holding me in place.

“Come with me,” he grits out, his hips snapping forward. “I want to feel you let go, vicious. Wanna feel your pussy clench around me.”

My orgasm is a coil of tension deep in my core, building and building with every thrust he makes. “Touch me,” I beg, my voice hoarse. “Please, Atlas. My clit?—”

His fingers find my most sensitive spot, rubbing tight circles as his hips keep up their relentless pace. The pleasure spirals higher and higher, becoming almost unbearable.

“That’s it, vicious,” he growls, his voice rough. “Let go for me. Come all over my cock.”

That’s all it takes to push me over the edge, and I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me. My core clenches around him, milking his cock, and he groans, his thrusts becoming ragged as he chases his own release.

“I’m fucking close,” he pants. “Just a little more… fuck…”

His body tenses, and he comes with a hoarse shout, his release flooding into me. His fingers never stop working my clit, drawing out my pleasure, and I whimper as a rush of aftershocks makes my muscles spasm.

But as I’m riding the waves of my orgasm, the strain on my body becomes too much. My side explodes in pain, like the knife is tearing through me all over again, like a fucking lightning bolt striking me. My vision whites out, and I feel myself falling into darkness.

The last thing I hear before everything goes black is Atlas’s panicked voice, calling my name.