Page 54 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

NICO

The waiting is always the worst fucking part.

I couldn’t go to Eros with Quinn for good reason, but waiting at home for her and Atlas to come back makes my skin itch.

I take the time to poke around the house, shuffling through the desk in the office and pulling books off the shelves to crack them open, but even that can’t hold my attention for long.

Killian is out dealing with business at the clubhouse, and the place feels fucking empty in a way I’m not used to. I shouldn’t mind having the house to myself for a while—it’s probably a good thing—but right now, I hate it.

Finally, a few hours after they left, I hear a car pull up outside and a door slam.

I head into the living room in time to see Atlas and Quinn come walking into the house. They’re both quiet, their bodies held stiff with tension, and I frown. They both made it back in one piece, so it couldn’t have gone too badly.

“What happened?” I ask.

“We got the info,” Atlas reports, looking over at me. “You were right about Vincent keeping tabs on shit. He had some useful intel for us. According to him, our attacker is most likely a former mercenary, trying to do his own shit now. Name is Silas Duran.”

I nod, taking that in. The name doesn’t mean anything to me, but that’s not completely unexpected. It just means that this probably isn’t personal. Just some new up-and-comer with delusions of grandeur, instead of someone with a vendetta.

“That’s a place to start, at least,” I murmur, rubbing my chin thoughtfully. “And him being a former mercenary makes sense, in a way.”

“How?” Quinn asks. She’s still standing close to the door, her arms crossed over her chest.

I shrug. “They’re used to getting their hands dirty.

There aren’t a lot of jobs you could offer a good mercenary and have them turn it down.

So killing our people was probably just another Tuesday for him.

He’s probably used to staying elusive, protected by the interests of whoever hires him regularly.

Which explains why he’s being so fucking bold about it all. ”

“Makes sense.” She nods shortly, staring at the wall as if she’s thinking it through.

Her gaze darts up to me and then around the room before settling on the floor this time.

She’s looking anywhere but at Atlas, and he seems to be doing the same thing, giving me all of his attention in a strangely exaggerated way.

“Good work,” I tell them, glancing from Atlas to Quinn. “Any issues at the club?”

Quinn’s cheeks go pink, and Atlas’s jaw clenches.

“No problems,” he says. “We found a way to get into the back to see Vincent, asked our questions, and then got out of there. He knew about the alliance between Carnage and Enigma, but fortunately, he seemed more interested in making sure we remove a possible threat to him than in his beef with you.”

I nod. He’s making it sound easy and straightforward, but that doesn’t explain the clear tension that’s hanging between them or their refusal to look at each other.

Atlas has tried to avoid Quinn for most of the time we’ve been living here—out of distrust or dislike, I thought, although maybe I was wrong about that.

But this? This is something different.

Narrowing my eyes, I look them over, trying to suss out what it is they’re not telling me. Atlas looks the same as always, except for the suit he’s got on, but Quinn’s chest and cheeks are slightly flushed, and her makeup is smudged. Something happened.

I glance between them, but neither of them seem like they want to say anything about what happened while they were at the club.

Quinn looks like her cheeks could start a fire, they’re burning so hot, and Atlas’s face is carefully blank, trying to give nothing away.

He’s not as good at it as Killian is, so I know there’s something going on.

I step closer to Quinn and reach up, running my thumb over her bottom lip as I cradle her jaw.

Her eyes flicker with something I can’t read, but she doesn’t jerk away from me. She tries to avoid my gaze at first, but there aren’t many other places she can look when she doesn’t want to look at Atlas either, so she ends up right back at me.

“You’re not telling me everything,” I murmur, raising an eyebrow. “What happened at the club, mia cara?”

Her gaze flicks to Atlas, just for a second, and her pupils dilate a little.

Well, isn’t that interesting.

“Quinn,” I say firmly, no longer asking. “Tell me what happened. I know there’s more.”

Maybe it’s my tone, or maybe she just can’t hold it in anymore. Either way, she sags a bit, biting her lip hard before she speaks.

“There were these men,” she mutters. “They thought they could put their hands on me and claim me just because we were at the club.”

My jaw clenches, pissed as fuck at the idea of some group of strangers touching my wife. This is why I insisted she not go to Eros alone. Vincent rules his club with an iron fist, which can make it a very dangerous place, despite the surface level appearance of sensual luxury.

I look from Quinn to Atlas again.

“And?” I ask.

Quinn lifts her chin in a defiant gesture I’m learning to recognize well. Her gaze finally meets mine, her gray eyes flashing. “And Atlas fucked me. So those random fuckers couldn’t.”

A strange combination of feelings rushes through me as I register her words.

There’s possessiveness, flooding my veins with fury at the thought that some assholes had the nerve to touch Quinn and treat her like a random piece of meat at the club.

There’s jealousy, because I wish I could have been the one to be there protecting her.

The one fucking her in front of a crowd, staking my claim so they could all see it and know to back the fuck off.

And underneath all of that, but rising up faster than I would have imagined… is arousal.

I can imagine what it would have been like, and heat beats through me as image after image plays out in my mind.

Without taking my gaze off Quinn, I release my hold on her jaw. Then I reach down, sliding my hand between her legs under the short black dress she’s wearing. Her panties are soaked, and it’s easy to slip them to the side so I can press two fingers against her hot, slick pussy.

“You’re wet,” I murmur, even though I’m sure she already knows. “Is that from you being turned on, or is it Atlas’s cum?”

Her cheeks flood with a dusky color, her eyes widening as her pupils dilate. She swallows hard, hesitating for a long moment before she whispers, “Both.”

My fingers press deeper into her, thrusting harder as I force Atlas’s cum and her own wetness back up inside of her.

Quinn moans softly, biting her lip as she squirms against me, her thighs clenching around my hand.

It’s fucking hot, seeing her like this, her cheeks dark red, her pussy so wet from being aroused.

“Did he make you come?” I ask.

Her cheeks go impossibly redder, and she just nods, clearly at a loss for words now. That suits me fine.

I smirk at her, finally dragging my fingers out of her pussy.

“I can see you enjoyed it,” I say, keeping my voice low and silky, just to see the effect it has on her. Her breathing stutters, coming faster now.

I hold my fingers up to her face, letting her see how wet and slick they are. Because of her. Because of him .

“You made a mess all over my fingers. Suck them clean,” I order.

Quinn hesitates, like she’s not sure of herself, but I just lift an eyebrow, waiting. I’m not going to repeat myself, I’m just going to see what she does.

Finally, she leans forward, meeting me halfway. Her dove gray eyes burn with the same heat that floods my veins like fire, and when she parts her lips and wraps them around my fingers, I have to bite back my own groan of pleasure.

Her mouth is a sweet, wet heat, and my heart beats faster with the ideas of where else her mouth could go.

Her lips purse as she sucks the mixture of her arousal and Atlas’s cum from my fingers, and I can feel her tongue laving over my skin.

I thrust my fingers just a bit deeper into her mouth, fucking between those pretty lips like I would if those lips were wrapped around my cock instead.

I keep my focus on Quinn, but I can feel Atlas watching us.

His gaze burns against my skin as he stands there, taking all of this in.

That flare of possessiveness is still thrumming in my chest, and there’s a bit of pleasure in making him wait, making him watch.

Because he already had his time with her, and this is mine.

But at the same time, I have no intentions of keeping him out of this.

Not when it will be so much more fun to share instead.

Blood rushes to my cock, making it strain so hard against the front of my pants that it almost hurts. Every time Quinn’s tongue passes over my fingers, my shaft jerks and twitches, wanting the same attention.

Finally, I pull my fingers free, and Quinn releases them with a wet pop, her jaw falling open a little. She looks almost dazed, her eyes glazed over and bright with need.

“Strip,” I tell her, taking a step back.

She hesitates, glancing over at Atlas. This won’t be the first time I’ve had her get naked for me, but it is the first time Atlas will be here for it too. Clearly she’s not sure if I mean for him to stay and watch this.

But I do. I definitely do.

“I said strip,” I repeat. “Let us see you.”

Something flashes through her eyes at my deliberate use of the word us .

This time she moves to do as I said, her fingers trembling a little as she goes to start taking off her clothes.

She’s not wearing much, and it’s easy enough for her to step out of the shoes she wore to the club and unzip her dress.

It’s so tight that she still has to shimmy out of it, and she keeps her eyes trained on the floor as she does.

As she slips off her bra and then finally shoves her panties down her legs, letting them pool at her feet, Atlas makes a low noise.

He wrenches his focus away from Quinn and shoots me a glance, and he’s got that look on his face that he gets when he’s not sure about one of my plans.

But he’s not arguing. In fact, he hasn’t moved at all.

He’s standing right where he stopped when they came in the door, his own gaze heated and his hands clenched at his sides.

I jerk my chin at him, inviting him closer. For all that he seems unsure, he comes over right away, standing in front of Quinn with me. She steps out of her panties, toeing them to the side as she stands fully naked in front of us.

“She’s fucking beautiful, isn’t she?” I ask Atlas casually. As if we’re discussing the weather and not this spitfire of a woman in front of us.

“Yes. She’s stunning,” Atlas replies. His voice is raspy and rough, and now that he’s standing this close to Quinn, it’s like he can’t take his eyes off her.

Goosebumps break out over her skin, and she shifts on her feet but keeps her head high—like she wants to make sure we know that she won’t be cowed by us.

Even with no clothes on and her pussy freshly fucked, she still radiates so much of her own power, and that’s incredibly hot.

It’s one of my favorite damn things about her.

I shift toward her a little, and she watches me intently, expectation written all over her face. But instead of touching her right away, I drop to my knees in front of her. Surprise flashes in her eyes as she looks down at me, and I smirk up at her.

“Spread your legs,” I instruct, tapping the inside of her thigh. “Wider.”

She does so, her cheeks flushing that beautiful dark red again.

Although I know from experience that Quinn definitely isn’t shy in bed, I don’t think she’s ever done this before.

But her body gives her away—she fucking loves it.

I can smell her arousal from this close, and her nipples are hard and tight, proof of her arousal.

“You’re making a mess,” I chide her with that same smirk.

Her thighs are smeared with wetness, and I reach up to push more of it back into her pussy.

It clenches around my fingers, going tighter, like it doesn’t want me to pull my fingers back.

Not when I could be working them deeper into her.

“You like this, don’t you? Being a wet, filthy mess.

Having Atlas’s cum dripping out of you.”

Quinn makes a soft noise that’s neither a denial or an acceptance of what I said, but I know she’s affected all the same. She rolls her hips a little, like she’s seeking out more friction from me.

I chuckle, low and dark. “Your pretty pussy already took a cock once tonight, but it wants more, doesn’t it?”

As I speak, I let my fingers graze over her clit, feeling how swollen it is already. She jerks at the touch like she’s been burned, but then presses into it harder.

She nods in answer to my words, glancing away like she’s embarrassed.

I pinch her clit between my fingers, and that gets her to cry out softly.

“I asked you a question,” I tell her. “I want to hear the answer.”

“ Yes ,” she moans. “Fuck. Yes, I want more.”

She’s so clearly embarrassed by this, but also so turned on. This is definitely hitting her kinks, getting her in a tough position where she doesn’t want to want it, maybe, but can’t deny that she does.

“Good girl,” I praise, rewarding her for her honesty.

Then I lean in close and lap at her pussy, sliding my tongue all the way along her soaking wet slit.

Atlas’s cum is still inside her, and I can taste it in my mouth, that salty bitterness mingled with her own sweet arousal.

But I need her to know that nothing would keep me from wanting to devour her.

Not the fact that she fucked Atlas. Not even the fact that she’s still full of his cum.

Quinn shudders, and her eyes go even darker. Judging from the way she’s looking down at me, she got the message.

I slap her ass hard, the sound ringing out in the room as a soft cry bursts from her lips.

“You’re in luck, mia cara,” I tell her, giving her slit one last lick. “Your pussy is going to get stuffed full again. Right now.”

Dragging myself away from her, I get to my feet and step back.

Her eyes flash with shock and then disappointment as she watches me retreat, as if she doesn’t want me to be far from her. She’s so needy and turned on that it drives me fucking crazy, and when she speaks, there’s a bit of a plaintive edge to her tone.

“I thought you were going to fuck me,” she breathes.

I laugh, shaking my head as I cock an eyebrow at her. “Not me, wife. Atlas is going to fuck you again. And since I missed the first round, I’m gonna watch. I want to see everything he does to you.”