Page 33 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

A white hot feeling of pleasure starts to build in my body as he keeps going.

It’s everything I needed, a relief to everything that had me on edge before, after my loaded encounters with Killian and then Atlas this week.

I let myself give in to it, not fighting the way it starts to make my insides melt with sensation.

Eventually, my arms start to shake, and I can’t hold myself up anymore. My upper body drops down to the mattress, the side of my face pressed into the bedspread. It makes my back arch, and that lets Nico fuck me even deeper.

“Oh god,” I moan, nearly going up on my toes as the head of his cock rams home right at the perfect spot. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Just like that,” Nico pants. “Take it, Quinn.”

There’s nothing else for me to do, other than focus on the way his cock feels as it works in and out of me, the deep scrape of pleasure as it drags along my inner walls, sending shivers down my spine and making my skin heat.

I bite down on my lip and close my eyes, getting lost in it.

Living with the three Princes, being trapped in such close proximity with them all week, has had me in a state of low key arousal for days.

They’re all too fucking handsome for their own good, brutally gorgeous and mysterious, and I can’t seem to get any of them out of my head or out from under my skin.

My mind fills with a sudden flash of Killian, and the way he listened to me so intently when we were checking out that drop spot.

Then the way he cornered me when I tried to touch him, boxing me in with his hands on either side of my head.

He was so fucking big, so all-encompassing, and all I could do then was stare up at him, wondering what he wanted.

Wondering why he reacted that way to a simple brush of my fingers.

And downstairs with Atlas just now…

Fuck, what happened down there? How did our conversation turn so loaded and charged?

Why was he looking at me like that? He looked like he was about to kiss me, and even though I knew it would be a terrible idea—I almost wanted him to.

The tension between us felt like an electric haze in the air, something that existed outside of us, out of both of our controls.

Nico hits a particularly good spot inside me, rocking me forward, and my mouth opens, a name pouring out on the harsh breath that feels almost punched out of me.

“Atlas…”

All of a sudden, Nico spanks me again—harder this time. The sound of it shocks me out of my thoughts, and then the pain settles in, a sharp, burning smack that has me yelping in surprise.

“What—”

My words break off as he yanks me up so that I’m upright, my back pressed tight to his front. He’s still buried inside me, and he wraps a hand around my throat, not quite cutting off my air but squeezing in a silent threat that makes my pussy throb even more.

“What did you just say?” he demands.

“I don’t?—”

“Are you thinking about somebody else while my cock is buried inside you?” he growls in my ear.

I go stiff, not sure if he just guessed, or if…

Fuck . Did I actually moan another man’s name? Did I say that out loud?

Nico’s teeth are rough as he bites down on my earlobe, giving it a tug and focusing me back on him. His voice is like gravel when he speaks, the sound of it shooting through me and settling in my core.

“If you want him here, then we’ll invite him to join us. Say the word, mia cara, and I’ll call him upstairs right now. You know he fucking wants to. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

My stomach flips over at his words, my pulse speeding up until I know he must feel it against his palm.

“But if you’re fucking just me,” Nico continues, his voice taking on a hard edge. “You’re thinking about. Just. Me.”

He punctuates each word with a hard thrust that has me moaning out loud. I reach up to cling to his forearm, my heart pounding wildly at the possessiveness in his voice… and also the fact that he basically just offered to share me with his friend.

My face heats with the thought of it, but it’s a step too far to admit that I’m tempted to take him up on that offer and see if he’ll actually do it. So instead, I just thrust my ass back as much as I can in this position, grinding against him.

“Do a better job of fucking me and maybe I’ll remember whose cock is inside me,” I taunt, although the words come out breathless.

The barb lands as it was meant to though, and Nico practically snarls in my ear. He shoves me back down onto the bed, and before I have time to even adjust to the change in position, he’s slamming into me so hard that my whole body jolts with each thrust.

The sound of skin on skin is loud in the room, the slap as his body meets mine echoing over and over again.

I gasp for breath, clawing at the sheets as he fucks me, feeling the way his fingers curl against my hips, digging into the flesh there like he wants me to feel that as much as everything else.

My head is spinning with it, and the pleasure and white hot sensations coil deep in my belly. Each thrust slams right into the spot that pushes me closer to the edge, and if Nico’s goal was to make me focus only on him, then he’s doing a damned good job of it.

“Bet I’ve got your attention now, don’t I?” he pants, grinding his cock against that spot, not letting up. “Tell me who’s fucking you, mia cara. Fucking say it.”

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. It’s hard enough to form coherent thoughts like this, let alone get Nico’s name out on command.

But he doesn’t let up, battering me with his cock, making me writhe where I’m pinned between the edge of the mattress and his body.

“Say. It,” he growls, his voice low and dark.

“Nico,” I moan, the sound coming out choked off and desperate. “Fuck! Nico!”

“That’s right.”

I can feel the heat building, the pleasure starting to crest. With him driving into me so hard and fast, it’s not going to take long before I’m coming undone?—

But then he pulls out suddenly, leaving me gasping at the shocking emptiness.

My pussy contracts, spasming around nothing, and I lift my head, trying to glare at Nico thorough the curtain of my hair.

“Up,” he commands, pulling me upright.

I wobble, weak-kneed, and watch as he lies down on the bed, his legs stretched along the length of it. I can see the pinkish-red line across his stomach from where I slashed him on our wedding night, and for some twisted reason, the sight of it turns me on.

His mismatched eyes seem to glow with heat, and he sits up and grabs my arm, dragging me onto the bed until I’m straddling his body. Then he urges me up, gripping my hips and my ass until I’m kneeling right over his face.

It happens so quickly that it takes me a second to adjust, and I blink as I look down at him. “What are you doing?”

He stares back up at me, the heat in his blue and green eyes so intense that it feels like it could sear my skin.

“I want to watch your face while I make you come,” he murmurs. “I want you to know exactly who’s doing it to you. Who’s making you feel so fucking good.”

That possessive edge is still coloring his voice, and he tightens his grip, kneading my ass with his callused hands. I swallow hard, my clit throbbing as I feel the warmth of his breath brush over my skin.

“Grab the headboard,” Nico tells me. “And ride my face.”

There’s a challenge in his eyes, like he’s half expecting me to tell him to go fuck himself and get off the bed. But there’s no chance of that. Not when my body is aching with need, desperate for what it knows he can give me.

The truth is, I’ve never done this with a guy before, but a savage part of me loves the idea. It’s different from him bending me over the bed and fucking me. This gives me the power, the control. The ability to take what I want from him.

With someone else, I might be a little worried about how they’re going to breathe down there. With Nico, I don’t really give a shit if I suffocate him.

Benefits of fucking my enemy, I guess.

“What’s the matter, mia cara?” he asks when I hesitate for a second, a smirk curving his lips. “I know you know how to ride. I saw you on that bike.”

“Shut up,” I mutter, lowering myself down onto his face, shutting him up myself by smothering his mouth with my pussy.

Nico groans like he loves that, and his hands grip my hips even tighter. His tongue snakes out to lick and lap at me, and I curl my fingers against the wood of the headboard, rocking my hips with the motion of his tongue.

He gives a muffled groan when I start moving, and that spurs me on even more.

It’s easy to close my eyes and get lost in this.

In the way his tongue feels as it moves inside me, the way my body moves, doing shallow bounces on his face.

And I don’t hold back. I don’t even let myself think about if it’s uncomfortable for him.

That doesn’t matter. Not when I can feel the pleasure growing and spreading through me already, picking up where it left off before.

“Fuck,” I hear Nico mumble, his voice muffled. “That’s it. Fucking ride my face.”

I swallow hard and grind against him, cutting him off as I get more and more into it. I throw my head back, breathing hard, letting the moans spill out of me and not trying to hold them back.

Because it feels fucking good.

It’s different from being held down and fucked, but not in a bad way.

I have more control like this. My pleasure is more in my own hands—but not like if it was just me and a vibrator in this bed.

It’s more than that. Better . Nico’s hands on me, his tongue in me, and the wet press of his mouth against my pussy definitely add to the experience, and my head is spinning from how incredible it all feels.

“You’re gonna come for me,” he pants at one point, when I let up enough that he can breathe and speak. “You’re gonna come all over my face.”

All I can do is nod, breathless and already approaching that edge all over again.

His eyes gleam up at me, and he turns his head to bite my thigh, hard enough that I feel the sharp edge of his teeth leave an indent behind.

“Take off your shirt,” he growls. “I wanna see your tits bounce while you ride my face.”

I nod again, pulling my hands away from the headboard to tug my shirt over my head and then shuck my bra off as well, letting my breasts spill out.

Nico watches hungrily, following the motion as my body sways with the rolling of my hips. I can feel his body moving, his hips bucking up slightly as if he wishes he had something to rut against, and that gives me an idea.

Holding his gaze, I lick my palm slowly, dragging my tongue along the contour of my hand, and then reach down behind me to grip his cock.

He makes a muffled noise in response, but it’s definitely a positive one.

He presses up a bit into my hand and doubles his efforts, licking and lapping at me like there’s nothing else in the world he wants to be doing right now.

He buries his face even deeper between my legs, bucking against me as I start to stroke him, applying pressure here and there, blindly rubbing my thumb against the head of his cock.

His tongue is deep inside me, a probing intrusion that seems to know all the best places to hit to turn me on even more. When he slides it out to pay more attention to my clit, I gasp as that sends a jolt of pure pleasure right up my spine.

My body pulses, the feeling growing and spreading, trickling through me like a current. I grip the headboard with my free hand, needing something to hold on to as I work my hips, chasing the feeling.

I’m so close now, the spreading heat of an orgasm rising in me, making me move faster and more erratically.

“Nico,” I gasp out, breathless. “Fuck, I’m gonna?—”

I don’t get any further before it’s washing over me, strong and fast. It’s intense, each surge of pleasure rolling through me like a tidal wave as I cry out.

Nico moves quicker than I can track, lifting me off him and flipping our positions again.

This time, I end up on my back, still shaking and writhing through my climax, and he replaces his tongue with his cock, driving into me hard as I’m still falling apart.

My mouth drops open wider, but no sound comes out.

It’s so much, and I’m so overstimulated, twisting on the bed, trying to remember how to breathe while Nico uses me, chasing his own pleasure as he fucks me.

It doesn’t take long before he buries his cock deep inside me one last time.

I can feel the pulse of it as he loses control, roaring out his release as he comes in long, throbbing pulses.

It takes several minutes for us to finally come down from the exertion, breathing hard. Nico collapses onto the bed next to me, and I don’t even try to move away or kick him out. We’re both sweaty and exhausted, and my eyes drift closed easily.

I feel boneless and totally relaxed—perfect—and I don’t want to think too hard about the cause of this amazing feeling.

I just want to enjoy it.