Page 32 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

QUINN

I’m breaking my own fucking rule, and a part of me is screaming in my head about it. But a much bigger, much louder part of me doesn’t fucking care right now.

I feel like I’m burning up, caught in a tangle of confused, pulsing arousal, and I just need to take the edge off. It’s been days like this with no release, and every little thing that happens between me and these men just pushes me closer to the brink.

I wrap my arms around Nico’s neck, latching on to him as I kiss him hard and fast. He responds almost instantly, his arms banding around me as he kisses me back with just as much passion and violence.

There’s a low, masculine growl against my mouth, and he pivots suddenly, pressing me up against the wall in the hallway. He lifts one of my legs and hooks his hand under my knee, pushing forward until his crotch is grinding against mine.

I gasp at the feeling of it, the hard line growing in his pants that proves he wants this just as badly as I do right now.

“Jesus Christ, Quinn,” he murmurs into the kiss. “You feel that? You feel what you fucking do to me? I had a taste of you once, and all I’ve been able to think about since then is how badly I want another. You’re so fucking bad for me.”

I know what he means.

He’s bad for me too.

All of this is bad, so wrong and so fucked up.

Kissing my husband—my enemy—is like drinking from a well of poison, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

All I can do is groan, pressing back against him, echoing the movement. The friction feels good, but somehow, it’s not good enough. Even with this, I want more. It’s like a tease, a taste of what’s to come, and my body burns with the desire for more. For all of it.

I make a frustrated noise and end up with both of my legs wrapped around him, somehow trusting that he won’t drop me in the process.

He doesn’t. Instead, Nico holds on tight, his hands gripping my thighs hard enough that it’ll probably bruise at least a little.

I roll my hips in frantic movements, cursing the layers between us that keep me from feeling the heat of him right where I want it.

I lunge back in for another kiss, my teeth and tongue clashing with his, and Nico lets it go on for a while before he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me away from his mouth.

A burst of pain flashes across my scalp from the sharp tug, making me hiss out a breath. I’m panting for air, feeling feral and so turned on as I stare at him, wondering why the fuck he stopped me.

Nico smirks, his gaze roaming over my face.

“You’re acting like you want me to fuck you right here in this hallway, wife,” he says, his voice low and filled with an undercurrent that makes it clear he wouldn’t balk at doing just that.

“I don’t give a shit where you fuck me,” I rasp, pulling against his grip on my hair until the sting in my scalp spreads. “As long as you do it.”

His smirk morphs into a grin, dark and hungry. He licks his lips, and my eyes follow the motion, wanting to chase his tongue back into his mouth with my own.

“Then why didn’t you say so before?” he taunts. “All you had to do is ask.”

Before I can snap a sharp-tongued response back at him, he gives me what I want, dragging me away from the wall and carrying me to my bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind us and sets me down at the foot of the bed, then manhandles me until I’m facing the mattress, both of us breathing hard.

“Bend over,” he demands. “Put your hands on the bed.”

I’ve never been one to obey orders, but I follow his command before I even have a chance to consciously consider it. I’m so keyed up, so fucking desperate for the release that I crave, and doing what he wants will get me closer to getting this need taken care of.

I bend at the waist and put my hands flat on the bed, leaving me in a vulnerable position with my ass up and facing Nico.

He groans under his breath and closes the distance between us, grinding against me that way.

His cock is even harder now, and I bite my lip at the way it feels, pressed against my soaked pussy through our clothes.

Everything in me aches, and I push back even more, trying to get more of that feeling.

“Good girl. Should’ve known you could be obedient when it suits you,” Nico groans. “My cock missed this pussy.”

He slaps my ass and then lets his hand slide between our bodies so he can cup me through my pants.

I gasp and grind against his palm, trying to rub my clit against something, my hair falling around my face as my head droops.

“It was definitely a mistake to fuck you,” he murmurs roughly. “Because now I just want more. I can’t stop thinking about the way you look when you’re taking my cock and falling apart, stuffed so full of me. I shouldn’t have even given myself a taste.”

“Goddammit,” I moan, writhing in place. “Just fuck me already.”

“ Sei così avida, mia cara .” He says something in Italian, laughing darkly. “ Non preoccuparti. Ti darò quello che ti serve .”

His hands go to my waist, and before I can complain about him not touching me where I want him to anymore, he starts working my pants and panties off, letting them slide down to my ankles.

I step out of them and kick them away, not even feeling a little self-conscious about the fact that Nico can see everything now. That he can see how wet I am, how needy.

“ Fuck ,” he growls. “You’re fucking soaked. What have you been thinking about that’s got you this worked up, huh?”

He moves his hand between my legs again, rubbing against the mound of my pussy for a second before he slides two fingers into me. There’s a wet sound as he presses them deeper, proof of just how fucking turned on I am right now. I moan for him, shaking with the need for more.

When he starts fucking me with his fingers, I shiver, pressing back to meet his thrusts.

“More,” I pant. “Fuck, Nico?—”

He just exhales sharply and shoves his fingers in deeper, giving me a blissful moment of feeling overwhelmingly full before he draws them out.

“Wait,” I whine. “No. Fuck, I need?—”

Before I can finish that sentence, his hands are gripping my ass and spreading my cheeks.

The shock of cool air against my back hole makes me suck in a breath, my words cutting off.

My face flushes deeply at the knowledge of what he’s looking at, and when he rears back and spits on my asshole, I jerk, hissing in surprise.

One of his calloused fingers toys with my asshole, circling the rim, dipping in the barest bit. Not enough that it hurts, but enough that I’m very aware he’s doing it.

“Has anyone ever fucked you here before?” he asks.

I nod, swallowing hard.

“Did you like it?” I can hear the smirk in his tone, even though I can’t see his face.

I shake my head in answer.

He makes a surprised sound, and the hand still gripping my ass squeezes a little tighter. “We’ll have to see if we can change that.”

His voice is heavy with a dark promise, and it makes me shiver in a way I didn’t expect it to. I’m so used to just writing that whole thing off as something I’ll never do again, but the way Nico says it…

It makes me feel something different.

“Not tonight though,” he continues, his voice strained. “Right now, I just need to get inside your pussy again. I need to feel it, so tight and wet, gripping my cock like a fucking sleeve.”

“Then fuck me,” I growl back, and he chuckles before smacking my ass one more time.

I can hear the rustling sound of him tugging his own clothes off, freeing his massive cock. The head of it presses against my entrance, and Nico groans softly, as if even that amount of contact is some kind of relief for him.

Good .

Maybe that means he’s just as fucked up as I am. As addicted to how this feels.

Maybe he’s gone insane just like I have.

“Do you know how many women have taken all of me, mia cara?” he asks, pressing in and then pulling back, making me whimper.

I shake my head, gritting my teeth already in anticipation of the stretch.

“None.” He snaps his hips forward, sliding deeper this time. “No one but you. No one but my wife .”

His words make my breath catch. My fingers dig into the bedspread as I work to let him in, breathing shallowly as I feel him filling my pussy. The stretch burns, and I bite down on my lip hard, letting that pain roll into the feeling of need that’s riding me hard.

“Fuck, that’s it. Let me in, Quinn. Let me fill you up.” Nico’s words make me moan softly, and I spread my legs a little wider so I can push back against him. “Goddamn,” he grits out. “I wish you could see how fucking greedy your pussy is for me. You’re doing so well. Just a few more inches.”

He keeps talking as he works his way in, filthy words of encouragement that practically have me dripping down his shaft.

By the time he’s finally seated inside me, I feel like clawing at the bed with the need for him to move—to fuck me hard.

My body is screaming for it, my nerves aching with the feeling of him pressed inside me.

It’s like I can feel him in my stomach from how full I am, how thickly he fills me up, and even while I’m gasping for air, all I can feel is him.

“You’re gonna take it so good for me, aren’t you?” Nico growls, drawing back a bit so he can thrust into me hard. “You’re going to take this cock like the good little wife you are.”

It should infuriate me, hearing him talk like this, but it doesn’t. It just makes me want to do what he says. To have him fuck me until I scream.

And even though I don’t say those words out loud, Nico seems to have figured out that’s what I need. He keeps driving into me with deep, hard thrusts, blocking everything else out of my mind. All I can focus on is his cock and how good it feels as it slams into me again and again.