Page 55 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

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A surge of pure fire shoots through me at Nico’s words.

I didn’t think it was possible for me to be even more turned on than I already was, but here I am.

I can feel my pussy dripping even more, the wetness smearing across my thighs.

My clit aches and pulses, and the phantom touch of Nico’s fingers and tongue still lingers, making me want more.

Both men are watching me intently, their gazes radiating heat and power. The weight of them is like a physical thing, and it makes me shiver.

I had no idea what Nico’s reaction to finding out his friend had fucked me was going to be.

During the quiet drive home, I tried to prepare myself for what might happen when he found out, entertaining the idea that he’d be pissed off.

I imagined him being possessive and angry, telling Atlas he had no right to put his hands—or anything else—on his wife.

And I figured he’d probably be furious at me too, calling me a slut, telling me I seduced Atlas or something.

Questioning both of our loyalties, even though this marriage is meant to be nothing but a business arrangement.

But I guess with Nico and Atlas being so close, he doesn’t see this sort of thing as a betrayal.

Either way, I definitely didn’t expect this . For Nico to offer me up to Atlas and then want to watch. For him to willingly lick Atlas’s cum out of my pussy like he wanted to taste me so badly that nothing else mattered.

It was hot as hell, I can’t deny that. The idea of being fucked by Atlas again, this time without the crowd of catcalling voyeurs—just Nico, watching intently—has my pussy clenching and my pulse picking up speed.

I glance at Atlas, noting how his nostrils are flared. His chest heaves as he takes short breaths, and if it wasn’t for the look of pure heat and want in his eyes, I would think that he was panicking.

He looks… overwhelmed. Overcome. Fucking ready .

It’s different from before, when he was making me focus on him, trying to make that experience in the club as good as it could be under the circumstances. Now he’s zeroed in on me, and there’s so much feeling behind his firelight eyes.

Shit has been so strained between us lately, and I have no fucking idea what any of this means.

But I know exactly what I want in this moment. The desire for it crystalizes in my mind and my body, making all of me ache with it. Here, in the safety of my living room, away from the club with all those prying, lascivious eyes, I’m going to let myself have it.

I lock eyes with Atlas, and he seems startled at first, but he doesn’t glance away.

“Please,” I whisper softly. “I want you.”

There’s a second where he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.

And then the last thread of his restraint seems to snap so hard that it’s almost audible.

He makes a low sound in his throat and then reaches out toward me, closing the small bit of space between us in an instant.

His arms go around me, and he pulls me in before crushing his lips to mine.

The force of it rocks through me, and I whimper against his mouth. He kisses harder and with so much more purpose than he had at the club. It’s like he’s trying to leave a permanent mark on me somehow, kissing hot enough to sear me from the inside out.

His hands slide down over my shoulders to my back, and then even lower. He grabs my ass with both hands, fingers rough as they dig into my flesh.

I gasp into the kiss at that, rolling my hips, pressing even harder against him. Heat flashes through my body, chased by a sort of desperation for more.

As if he can read my mind, Atlas works his thigh between my legs, giving me something to grind against.

And I definitely take advantage of it. I groan softly and press hard to the solidness of his thigh. My clit aches and throbs, and I can feel myself leaving smears of wetness against the fabric of his pants.

But clearly, neither of us care about that in this moment. Rather than pulling away, Atlas keeps kissing me like he can’t get enough. His tongue slides against mine, sensual and slow, and then plunges in deeper, practically fucking my mouth while his hands keep kneading at my ass.

Every so often, we break apart by a hair’s breadth to snatch lungfuls of air, but then we’re right back to it, kissing wildly, nipping at each other’s lips, lost in the sensation of it all.

Even though it hasn’t been very long since he made me come back at Eros, I can already feel those flames of pleasure building low inside me. Atlas presses his thigh up against me, and I grind down to meet him in the middle, panting as I practically ride him.

I buck against him, and he uses his grip on my ass to help me along, dragging me forward into each roll of my hips. His mouth moves down, kissing from my lips to my neck, and when he finds a sensitive place, I give a soft cry of pleasure.

His lips suck against my neck, and he scrapes his teeth over that spot, sending a jolt of pain-laced pleasure through me.

“Atlas,” I pant. “Oh, fuck.”

He just makes that low noise again. It’s almost a growl as he bites down on my neck and squeezes my ass harder.

I was already on the verge of falling apart from Nico’s fingers and his mouth, and everything Atlas is doing is more than enough to push me the last few inches, sending me flying over the edge.

My orgasm hits me like someone flipping a switch, and I cry out as Atlas kisses my lips again. He drinks down the sound, holding me close as I shudder against him, riding out wave after wave of sensation.

“Fuck,” Nico groans, drawing my attention back to him as I blink unsteadily, breathing hard. He hasn’t moved at all, and he’s closer than I expected, watching us with eyes that don’t waver. “Even if Atlas doesn’t fuck you, mia cara, that was hot as hell to watch.”

Something flashes in Atlas’s eyes, and he reaches up to wind my hair around his hand, using the grip to pull my head back enough to meet his gaze. There’s something primal in it, something dark and hungry that makes me tingle all over.

“Oh,” he growls, his voice low and deep. “I’m going to fuck her.”

I shiver against him, my body reacting to the tone and the promise in those words. My pussy clenches hard, more of my arousal trickling out of me to stain Atlas’s pants.

He pulls back enough that he can reclaim his thigh and lets go of my hair, his jaw tight as he jerks his chin toward the sofa in the middle of the room. “Bend over the couch.”

My legs are still shaky, but I go to do what he said, walking over. Atlas is hot on my tail, and he grabs on to me, pushing me down over the arm of the couch with one large hand on the middle of my back.

He spreads my legs wider, and I let him manhandle me into the position he wants, my heart galloping in my chest.

When he steps back a bit, I know Nico has the best view in the house. He can see everything—my ass, my spread legs, my dripping cunt. He curses under his breath, and then Atlas steps between my legs, shoving his pants down.

“You have no idea how fucking good you look right now,” he tells me, and there’s sincerity in the rawness of his voice. “I knew you’d look good, knew you’d be so fucking beautiful like this. But it’s better than I ever imagined.”

A large hand skates down the curve of my ass, and I shiver, pressing back against that touch.

“Please,” I gasp out. “Fuck, Atlas. I need?—”

“I know. I know what you need.”

Instead of his cock, he shoves two fingers deep inside me. It feels good, and I moan at the sensation, but it’s not what I really want. Still, he works those fingers deeper into me, fucking me with them.

“Atlas,” I whine.

He snorts. “I know. I’m just making sure you’re good and wet for me. You remember how big my cock is.”

I do remember. If I close my eyes, I can still feel him, the way he stretched me open so slowly, filling me up to the brim with the thick length of his shaft. My mouth waters just thinking about it, and my legs fall open even wider as I work my hips back, trying to fuck myself on his fingers.

Nico chuckles, and the sound of it dances up my spine. “I think she remembers,” he says. “And I think she wants a repeat.”

“Please,” I agree, the word coming out strangled and needy.

Atlas pulls his fingers back with a wet sound. He leans over me, letting me feel the weight of him, the heat of him against my back.

“This is for even thinking I would want to fuck Zoey when there was a chance I could have you,” he whispers in my ear.

My lips part, but before I can say anything, his cock is there. One second, I feel the pierced head of it against my entrance, and then the next, he’s driving into me—hard.

I gasp, caught off guard by the feeling. After the orgasm and Atlas fingering me, I’m not as tight as I could be, but his cock is still a lot to take. I can feel the stretch as my pussy tries to accommodate him, and it feels fucking incredible. Overwhelming in the best way.

“Is this what you wanted?” Atlas asks, drawing out and then thrusting back in. Our bodies meet with the sound of skin on skin, and his fingers bite into my hips as he holds on to me. “Do you like this?”

My face is practically mashed into the cushion of the couch, but I don’t care about that. Not when it feels so good to have him fucking me like this, rough and brutal.

“He asked you a question,” Nico reminds me, his voice hard.

I turn my head to look at him and realize that he’s moved off to the side now, standing in the prime position to watch all of this. His hand is over his crotch, and it’s clear that he’s rubbing himself through his pants, his cock tenting the front of the fabric.

His gaze is fixed on us, heat blazing in his mismatched eyes and no hint of jealousy evident in his expression at all. Clearly, he likes what he sees.

“Answer me, vicious. Tell me you want this, or I’ll stop,” Atlas bites out as he drives in even harder.