Page 257 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

QUINN

God, yes.

This is exactly what I need, and my body knew it before my brain did. This feeling—being in Killian’s arms with his thick cock stretching me as he slides into my pussy—is what I was craving when I forced myself to practically crawl to the front door of this house.

I was craving this closeness, this connection, this simple understanding. I just didn’t realize it was a life or death need until now.

But the fact that I’m not even sure how I ended up here tells me I was almost gone. I don’t know if I would’ve made it out of that downward spiral if my men hadn’t been right here to pick me back up again and make me whole.

He kisses me hard as he rocks into me, fucking me against the wall of the shower with my legs wrapped around his waist.

“That’s it,” Killian grunts. “I fucking love the way you moan while you ride my cock. And Jesus, you ride it so damn well. Get a little louder now so my brothers can hear you.”

He lifts me up and then slams me down again, fucking me impossibly deeper as I become aware of Nico and Atlas watching us from a few feet away.

“You like it when Killian fucks your tight pussy, don’t you?” Nico asks. “I bet you can take a lot more too.”

“Damn right she can,” Atlas agrees. “That pretty pussy can take all three of us, one after another, and still stay tight as fuck.”

I hate that they’re so far away. It seems like every time I get close to them, the universe throws another barrier between us.

Even now, even though they’re just on the other side of the bathroom, I need them closer. I need to feel them touching me like Killian is—kissing and stroking and whispering dirty things right into my ear instead of calling them out from across the room.

“Need you,” I whine, reaching out toward Nico and Atlas while I cling to Killian’s powerful shoulders with my other hand. “I need… oh, fuck. I need all of you.”

Killian seems to pick up on my words immediately. “You want one of them to come in here with us?” he asks, slowing his pace to a gentle, steady rock.

I whimper, not wanting him to stop, but needing more at the same time. Needing all of them. “Yes, please, Killian. I want them closer. I want them to… oh god, I need Atlas to fuck me. Like this, with you holding me up.”

A low growl rumbles up from Killian’s chest, and he pulls me off his cock with a sharp tug that makes me gasp at the sudden emptiness. The loss only lasts for a few seconds though, as he sets me down and then spins me around and presses my upper body against the wall with my legs spread wide.

“That’s my beautiful fucking siren,” he whispers in my ear, then grazes my neck with his teeth. “Tell us what you need.”

He supports me from behind while Atlas slips in between me and the shower wall, claiming my mouth with a deep, hard kiss while his cock slides into my waiting, greedy pussy.

It all happens so smoothly it could have almost been choreographed, except that nothing about the way these three men have learned to respond to me could be considered staged.

They know me too well, sometimes better than I know myself. And when it comes to giving me pleasure and making me beg for more, their instincts couldn’t be more perfect.

Atlas fucks me against the wall as Killian runs his hands over my ass and down my thighs.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” Atlas growls between kisses. “Missed seeing you and fucking you. Missed feeling you riding my cock like this… missed your fucking taste.”

He leans in again and nips at my neck, making me gasp.

“That’s right, vicious,” he murmurs against my throat. “Give me those little whimpers. I fucking love hearing you come undone. Show us how much you like getting fucked hard.”

He reaches down and grips my ass cheeks in both hands, using them for leverage as he pounds into me. My pussy is already achingly sensitive, and now my walls are clenching around Atlas’ cock as the friction sends wave after wave of heat rolling through my body.

“Jesus,” he groans, pushing me back against Killian’s solid body to drive even deeper. “The way you squeeze me is like a goddamn drug. I can’t fucking get enough of the feeling.”

He slows down, letting his hips rock against mine in a slow, torturous rhythm that makes me desperate for more. It feels so damn good, but it’s still not enough. Not when I still need to come—and still need to make all three of them come with me.

“Harder,” I beg, rocking my hips forward, but his grip on my ass tightens, keeping me from moving. “Atlas, please…”

“So fucking greedy.” He grins, still keeping the same maddeningly slow pace. “Maybe you won’t be so impatient by the time all three of us are finished with you.”

It’s a not-so-subtle reminder that I still have another man waiting to fuck me, and I suddenly can’t wait any longer.

“Please,” I say, craning my neck back to look at Killian too. “Please, let me have Nico. I’m so fucking wet and ready for him. Please.”

Killian grins and leans in, brushing his lips against my forehead.

“You know I love it when you beg,” he says, then turns to Atlas. “What do you think? Should we give her what she wants? Or should we make her beg a little more?”

Atlas drives into me harder than before, making me cry out in surprise and pleasure. “I don’t know,” he rasps. “I kind of like the idea of her begging a little more.”

“I’d like to hear that too,” Nico says from outside the shower. “And I’d like to watch a little closer.”

“Beg,” Atlas orders, leaning in to nip at my ear.

“Fuck,” I pant, desperately trying to rub my clit against his cock and barely able to move between these two muscular bodies. “Please, I… I want you. All three of you. I need to feel you fucking me.”

I’m barely done asking before I feel Nico’s hands on my waist, lifting me off Atlas’s cock and pulling me to him. He turns me to face him as I wrap my legs around his waist, leaving Atlas on one side of me and Killian on the other.

I don’t know how all four of us have somehow fit into the cramped shower, but I honestly don’t care how crowded the small space is. Not now that Nico’s cock is inside me and my other two men are starting to run their hands over my body.

I’m still clinging to Nico, but he’s the only one not moving. He’s letting me adjust to his size, letting me settle onto his cock and wrap myself around him as tightly as I need to.

“Fuck,” he groans as I clench my inner walls around him. “You feel so good, mia cara. I could keep you right here, just like this, for-fucking-ever.”

“Tell him how good he’s making you feel,” Killian demands, his fingers finding my clit just as Nico starts to slowly thrust in and out of me. “Tell him how you want him to fuck you, siren.”

“So good,” I gasp, trying to form coherent sentences with Nico’s cock stretching me to the limit. “Feels… oh, fuck… it feels like I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

“Not yet.” Nico slams into me again. “Not until I’ve fucked you hard. Not until you’ve screamed and begged and fallen apart on our cocks.”

“Please…”

His only response is to pound into me harder and faster, each stroke a little more brutal than the one before, until I’m gripping his shoulders and whimpering with each thrust.

“Yes,” he growls. “I love that little whimper, mia cara. Let’s see what else I can get from you.”

His next thrust is so deep and rough that my mouth opens but no sound comes out at all. It’s almost enough to push me over the edge.

Almost.

Nico seems to understand it a beat after my own brain figures it out. I need more. More than each of them individually fucking me.

I thought having all three of them right here, holding me and groping me and talking dirty would be more than enough, but I’m fucking greedy.

“Fuck, you’re not even teasing us anymore, are you?” Nico growls. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re still hungry for more, aren’t you? You want all three of us.”

“Yes.” The word comes out before I can even think to deny it. “I’m so hungry. So ready.”

He nods. “I know you are, mia cara. I just wanted to hear you say it out loud.” He turns to the other two, then motions toward the door. “Let’s get her out of here and dried off.” Leaning in closer to me, he adds in a rough voice, “And then we’re going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

They move together, so coordinated that they hardly need to speak as they ease me out of the shower and bundle me in towels—each of them drying part of my body until I’ve been thoroughly dried and caressed at the same time.

Being handled so carefully by the three of them is such a stark contrast to how roughly we’ve been fucking that I almost feel like I’m dreaming, that I’m floating high in the clouds instead of being carried into the bedroom.

There’s no way in hell I’d be holding off the PTSD right now without their help, and I can still feel it bubbling just under the surface. But damn, it’s so much easier to push back against it now that I’m here in their arms, where nothing feels dangerous or threatening or too intense.

Only when they gently set me down on the mattress and start to close in around me do I allow myself to drift back to reality.

“Now you’re going to give me what I need?” I ask, looking at each of them in turn. “You’re going to fuck me until?—”

“Until you can’t walk,” Nico reminds me.

“Until you can’t sit down for a couple of days,” Atlas adds.

“You just have to tell us how you want it,” Killian says. “Pleasure or pain?”

I don’t even have to think about the answer. “Both.”

He nods as heat flares in his eyes. “We can do that.”

Killian’s promise gets my attention, along with whatever he’s just pulled out of the drawer next to the bed. My first thought is that he’s going to fuck me with one of my own toys, but that can’t be right. They burned along with everything else in my father’s house when the place went up in flames.

“What is it?” I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me as I prop myself up on my elbows. “It looks like… a flashlight?”

Killian grins and moves between my legs, spreading them wide before teasing my clit with the plastic edge.

“It is.” He leans in to kiss me, then continues. “But that’s not what we’re gonna use it for.”

“What, then?”

“You’ll see.”

I don’t have time to argue or demand answers before Atlas claims my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.

“Don’t worry, vicious,” he murmurs, kissing me again. “You’ll love it.”

I feel a jolt of pleasure as the hard plastic touches my clit again, and he’s right. I already love it.

“Fuck yeah,” Killian growls. “This fucking flashlight is going to stretch your tight pussy. It’s gonna fill you up and get you ready to take our cocks.”

I look down at the flashlight and frown. The handle is thick. Like, really fucking thick, and it gets even wider as it continues down to the light.

“You said you wanted pleasure and pain,” Killian reminds me. “Do you remember your safe word?”

I nod. “But I don’t understand why I need to be loosened up when you’ve all just fucked me.”

“Because you were only taking us one at a time.” He pauses a second to let the words sink in.

“So unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to fuck you with this flashlight so you’ll be ready when we shove two of our cocks up your pussy at the same time.

” He licks his lips and grins. “And one in your ass.”