Page 50 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

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Atlas’s lips are firm and warm against mine as he kisses me back.

It’s a little stiff at first, both of us almost robotic in our movements, like we don’t know how to do this.

But I don’t stop, keeping my mouth pressed hard against his as I try to tune out everything except him.

He wraps one arm around my waist, and I can feel the strength in it as he pulls me tighter against him.

It sends another little burst of heat through me, and I make a soft noise against his mouth.

Atlas responds with a small groan, nipping at my bottom lip before diving back into the kiss. It grows hotter and more urgent as we warm up to it, and he uses that arm he wrapped around me to angle our bodies away from the majority of the people watching.

Protecting me.

Knowing that he’s still doing his best to make this as painless as possible for me makes something warm rise in my chest, banishing even more of the stiffness and panic.

I keep kissing him, my fingers threading their way into his thick black hair. The strands are soft, and I tug at them a little, drawing him even closer. His body reacts to that, his cock jumping where it’s trapped between us.

The feel of it, hot and hard against my stomach, makes my breath catch, and Atlas takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss even more.

I feel him turn us slightly again, and when he walks me backward, I move with him, stepping back until I feel the edge of the bed hit the back of my knees.

Atlas comes up for air, dragging his lips away from mine, his eyes so dark with desire that they’re almost black. He licks his lips slowly, almost as if he’s trying to savor the taste of me there, then gently lays me back on the bed.

I go down onto the soft covers, my hair spilling around me as Atlas climbs up to hover his body over mine. I can feel the heat of him and smell his familiar, addictive citrus and sandalwood scent in the air around us.

His cock drags against my stomach as he shifts his weight a little, leaving a wet smear of precum that makes me swallow hard as my pussy clenches a bit.

I didn’t think there was any way I could get wet like this, but judging from the slight slickness I feel when I move my thighs, it wasn’t as impossible as I thought it would be.

As if he can read my mind, Atlas drags a hand down my front and then settles it between my legs. He cups my pussy with his palm, and I arch a little, grinding against him. My heart thumps against my ribs, and I squirm a little on the bed.

“Do it,” I whisper. “Just fuck me already.”

The faster we do this, the sooner we can get out of here.

But instead of obeying my whispered plea, Atlas shakes his head. “No.”

I blink, my brows drawing together. “What? Why not?”

He slides a finger through my folds, concern flashing across his face. “You’re barely even wet,” he murmurs. “It’ll hurt.”

I shake my head, a little surprised by that answer. Surprised that it matters to him. “I don’t care.”

The truth is… I do, a little. I usually like pain, like when Killian would hurt me in just the right way at our club, but this isn’t the kind of pain that gets me off.

I was always soaking wet by the time Killian finally gave in and fucked me hard, so even though it was rough and primal and raw, it didn’t hurt in that way.

“ I care, vicious,” Atlas insists, something softening in his expression. “Fucking hell. I don’t want the first time I fuck you to be a bad memory you’ll carry around for the rest of your life.”

The raw honesty in his voice catches me by surprise, hitting some unguarded part of my heart. A tight feeling squeezes my chest for a second before releasing, and I let out a slow breath before licking my lips.

“I’m not going to be able to get off like this,” I admit hoarsely, my gaze darting sideways toward the crowd before I can stop it. God, if the people out there don’t get the show that they want, then… I don’t even know how this will go down.

“Let me try,” Atlas says, drawing my focus back to him. There’s a look on his face that mirrors the tone in his voice, something almost like a plea. “Can I try?”

I don’t see how on earth it will be possible, but for some reason, with Atlas settled between my thighs like this, gazing down at me with that expression on his face… I don’t want to say no.

So I nod, my pulse racing. “Yes. You can try.”

In answer, he leans down and kisses me again.

His mouth is hot and insistent, and while he let me take the lead the first time we kissed, this time, he’s in charge of it.

He kisses me like he’s trying to distract me and turn me on all at the same time, and as our lips move against each other, his fingers start to explore between my legs.

His thumb brushes my clit, and I jolt against him, the sensation of that small bit of friction rippling through me. The pad of his thumb is just big enough to give me something to grind against, and he circles and teases that sensitive bud while he kisses me breathless.

Just as I start to get used to the feeling of his thumb working my clit, he presses two fingers inside me. It’s a stretch at first, and even though I’m not bone dry down there, I’m not wet enough to make it an easy slide.

It feels good though, and with the way Atlas is kissing me, I relax enough to let him in more easily.

He fucks me shallowly with those thick fingers, letting me feel it. He sucks on my bottom lip for a while and then kisses me again, tangling his tongue with mine.

It’s a slow, deep seduction, and my body slowly starts to awaken under his ministrations.

I try to get into it more, to move my hips with him and to turn off my brain. But all around me is the evidence that we’re not alone. I can hear the murmur of the crowd and feel the way they’re watching us.

I can only pick up snippets of what they’re saying from up here, but even when I don’t understand the words, the tone is unmistakable. It’s all filthy, voyeuristic. Hard to block out.

No matter how much I try to let go and to lose myself to the feeling of Atlas’s mouth on mine and his fingers working between my legs, it feels impossible to ignore it all.

“Spread her open and fuck her good!” someone shouts from the crowd, and my eyes fly open.

I start to turn my head to look over toward the cat-caller, but Atlas moves before I can.

His teeth clamp down around my nipple, and he bites hard.

That makes me gasp, my gaze whipping back to him like a rubber band snapping.

My body reacts to the sudden jolt of pain with a rush of pleasure, and Atlas smiles a little as he lifts his head.

“There you are,” he murmurs, and when he pushes his fingers deeper into me, I can feel that I’m getting wetter.

Something flashes through his eyes as he feels it too, and when he speaks again, there’s a new edge to his voice.

“Stay with me,” he says, and it comes out commanding and deep. “Do not take your eyes off me, vicious. Stay right here with me.”

I nod, and I couldn’t disobey if I wanted to. Not when he’s touching my body as if he owns it. As if what he told the bouncers at the door and the three men who accosted me is true—that I’m his.

“Good girl,” he breathes, then dips his head once more.

It’s just two little words, but the praise does something to me.

Heat flashes through me as he keeps working me up, and I get more into it, my body responding to his touch so much more easily now.

He bites down on my nipple again, tugging sharply with his teeth, and I arch into the intense feeling of it, pain and pleasure warring inside me and making my head spin.

My legs fall open wider, my breath coming in short pants as Atlas plays my body like he knows it.

He must be a quick study, since this is the first time we’ve ever touched each other like this.

He’s measuring my reactions to everything he does and adjusting accordingly, and I almost can’t believe how well he can read me.

His fingers don’t stop moving between my legs, dragging my wetness over my clit and then fucking deep into my pussy.

Usually, fingering like this is just something that feels mildly good at best, but Atlas adds so much more to it.

He curls his fingers and presses the pad of his thumb to my clit, working that little bundle of nerves and my g-spot at the same time.

All the while, he keeps up the torture of my breasts, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks before laving the sting away with his tongue.

Finally, he drags his tongue in a long line up the curve of my neck, then finds my mouth and kisses me hard.

All I can do is kiss him back, dizzy and caught up in it. While his mouth is on mine, his free hand takes over teasing my nipples, pinching and twisting them hard enough that I whimper against his lips.

He keeps me on that perfect edge of pain and pleasure, and the conflicting sensations keep me grounded in this moment with him.

Nothing else matters, not the crowd or the stage or the location.

Every time he touches me, every time his tongue delves into my mouth, it just focuses me on the press of his body against mine even more.

Atlas nips my bottom lip hard, and I hiss at the sting of it.

His fingers keep working into me, fucking deep and hard.

It’s not quite as good as having a cock buried inside me, but everything he’s doing is making me crave more .

I’m vaguely aware of a wet sound, and I realize with a start that it’s the noise of his fingers—slick with my arousal—sliding in and out of my pussy.

“Fuck,” Atlas pants when he pulls back to breathe for a moment. “Jesus fuck, vicious. You feel so good. So goddamn perfect. Do you have any idea?”

I shake my head, even though it’s probably a rhetorical question.

His eyes blaze, and he drops his head to kiss my neck, sucking on the skin there too before pulling back to look at me again.

“Does that feel good?” he asks.