Page 56 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

I nod desperately against the couch. “No! Please,” I whimper. “Fuck. I like it. It’s what I want. It’s what I need . Fuck! Atlas, your cock?—”

The words spill out of me, and I can’t even control them or make them sound less like cock drunk gibberish.

Every time he thrusts into me, it makes my body go tight around him, and I can feel everything.

Every vein in his cock, the piercing at the tip of it, the way his shaft seems to throb with a need of its own.

“Jesus fucking Christ, mia cara. You look so good taking him,” Nico comments, his voice raspy. “Like there’s nothing else in the world you could want right now. Like you were made for this.”

I whine softly, those words adding to the pleasure cascading through my veins. Atlas drives into me again and again, and the way it rocks my body forward makes my clit grind against the arm of the couch.

That just sends even more sensation shooting through my limbs, electric and intense.

“Oh god,” I babble. “Oh fuck. Harder. Please!”

Atlas’s fingers clench around my hips so tightly that I know it’ll bruise. “Nico’s right. You have no idea. No fucking clue how good you look right now. Your perfect pussy taking my cock. So fucking gorgeous.”

He punctuates each word with a snap of his hips, burying his cock inside me over and over again.

My pussy goes tight, and I can feel the rising tide of another orgasm building, threatening to take my breath away. Atlas just keeps pounding into me, and I squirm in his hold, rubbing my clit against the arm of the couch until the white hot wave of pleasure crashes through me.

I practically scream with it, writhing in place, my pussy tight like a vise around Atlas’s cock.

He hisses out a curse and slows his strokes, not pulling out as he takes something like pity on my overstimulated body. But I can still feel him, still so aware of him buried inside me, and my pussy clenches and spasms around the intrusion, setting off little aftershocks of pleasure each time.

I’m slumped, practically boneless over the couch, letting the arm of it and Atlas’s grip keep me upright.

“Beautiful,” Nico murmurs, moving in closer. I blink up at him as he gazes down at me. “Do you think she can take more?”

He’s asking Atlas, not me, and if I was in my right mind, maybe I’d be pissed about them talking about me like this, making decisions for me like I’m not here.

But right now, I’m practically a puddle, and there’s something hot as fuck about them discussing this while Atlas is still buried inside me.

“I don’t know,” Atlas responds. He strokes one hand over my ass. “She’s taken a lot tonight.”

“Yeah, but she’s tough.” Nico smirks, his eyes glinting. “Doesn’t back down from a challenge.”

Honestly, I don’t know how much I have left in me. I feel wrung out in the best way, my body all but spent after everything that’s happened.

“One more,” Atlas decides, shoving his cock in deeper. “She’s got one more in her.”

Something about that—about them deciding between them that I’m going to come again—sets a fire in me, renewing the arousal that hasn’t quite died down ever since Atlas led me onto that stage back at the club.

I don’t argue with them, and Nico’s smirk widens as he nods at Atlas.

Atlas keeps fucking me, and even in the haze of our intense fuck, I have to be amazed by his stamina. His strokes are consistent, even and deep, and although I know he has to be close to the edge himself by now, he doesn’t miss a beat.

Nico closes the remaining distance between him and the couch, then unzips his pants, pulling out his cock. It’s flushed red and jutting out, precum beading at the tip, and my mouth waters all over again at the sight of it.

He holds a hand out to me, his eyes boring into mine. “Lick. Get my hand nice and wet.”

I shake my head, a sudden possessive heat flaring through me. I have no idea where it came from or what it means, but I don’t even care in this moment. I’m running on a cocktail of pleasure and need, and right now, I want more than to watch him get himself off.

“That’s my cock,” I tell him possessively. “My cum. Give it to me.”

Something flashes in Nico’s eyes, and he chuckles roughly. His cock twitches, giving away just how turned on he is by me making this demand.

“Shit,” Atlas breathes behind me. “You’re hot when you’re being a demanding little slut, vicious. Fucking hell.”

Nico puts one knee up on the couch, leaning over me enough that I can stretch out and get my mouth on his cock, bracing myself on shaky arms.

“Far be it from me to deny you, mia cara,” he says.

I close my mouth around his cock, sucking him down as far as I can go. I’m suddenly so hungry for it. Ravenous. Desperate to have him all the way down my throat while Atlas keeps fucking me.

I bob my head, sucking Nico’s cock, and it feels like I’m on fire. It feels amazing, but so fucking intense. Atlas keeps plowing into me, rocking my body forward so that I have to take more of Nico’s cock down my throat with each thrust.

“ Fuuuck ,” Nico curses. “Goddamn . You love this, don’t you? Having both of us balls deep in your holes. Filling you up until all you can think about is our cocks. Is this is what you’ve been wanting? Is this what you were craving the other night, mia cara? You should’ve just said so.”

All I can do is moan around his cock, taking it deeper as Atlas fucks me harder.

But he’s right, in a way. I’ve never done this before, never had two men inside me at the same time, but I fucking love it.

Sprawled naked between them, stuffed full at both ends, breathless and so overwhelmed by the torrent of sensations that all thoughts are banished from my mind, leaving only pure animal instinct.

Nico threads his thick fingers into my hair and tightens his grip, using it to push my head up and down, making me swallow his cock at the pace he chooses.

“Just like that,” he groans. “Fucking take it.”

I splutter, choking a bit when his crown hits the back of my throat, but he doesn’t let me up, so I swallow past the momentary panic, drool and precum spilling past my swollen lips.

“You were made for this,” Atlas grunts, driving into me hard and fast. “You’re so fucking perfect for it. You take us so damn well.”

I can’t even move with the way I’m caught between them.

I can’t work my hips or grind against the couch, but I don’t need to.

Between the two of them, they push and pull me, using me for their pleasure.

They’re rough in the best way, Nico’s grip on my hair keeping me down on his cock as Atlas fucks me like he wants to break me.

My head spins with it, and I’m so fucking turned on. I know the couch arm is going to be soaked with my arousal just like Atlas’s pants were by the time they’re done with me, and I can’t bring myself to care.

Nothing matters more than this right now.

In the middle of all of it, I suddenly register another sensation. It’s subtler, something that makes the hair on the back of my neck prickle with awareness. Like someone is watching me.

Is it Killian?

There’s no one else who it could be, since the four of us are the only ones who live in this house. I want to turn my head to look, to see if he’s standing there in the doorway or on the stairs, looming silently while his two best friends fuck me.

But I can’t move my head that much, not with Nico using my mouth the way he is, and after a moment, the force of my pleasure distracts me as heat sparks and rises through my core.

I tremble between them, whining around Nico’s cock, helpless to do anything but fall apart as the sensation rocks me like a stormy sea.

My pussy aches as a final orgasm tears through me, and I know I’m definitely spent for the night.

Just riding out the aftershocks leaves me limp and struggling to breathe.

“Shit.” Atlas curses behind me. “God, vicious. Fuck, fuck, fuck! ”

His thrusts finally turn erratic and shorter as he chases his own pleasure, adding another load of his cum to my pussy as he comes undone himself.

Nico’s fingers clench just a bit harder in my hair, and he fucks into my mouth faster, pistoning his hips.

“Quinn,” he chokes out. “Fuck, your mouth is too damn good. You?—”

He doesn’t get to the end of that sentence before he’s spilling himself, coming down my throat in hot, salty spurts.

I suck on his cock as it pulses, drawing out every last drop.

Demanding it, almost. His upper body curls over me a little as he lets out a long groan, his cock twitching a few more times against my tongue.

It takes us some time in the aftermath to untangle ourselves, and I can barely move on my own. Atlas helps, once Nico has drawn back and tucked his cock away, and I end up sprawled on the couch with them as they sit down, my body draped over their legs.

The air is thick with the smell of sex and sweat, and I feel like I need a bath and then to sleep for maybe a week after all of that.

I glance over toward the doorway when I remember what I felt before, but there’s no one there now. If Killian was there at any point, he left before we finished.

There’s a twinge in my gut, an emotion that feels strangely like… disappointment. As if some part of me wanted him to be there. Wanted him to see.

But I shake that thought off quickly. It’s just my sex brain talking . I’m still pissed off at him for lying to me all this time, and we haven’t worked that shit out at all.

It’s so easy to let the soft, sleepy feeling that comes from being fucked so well take over, and I start dozing off a bit, still draped over Nico’s and Atlas’s laps. I float in that warm space for a little while, partially aware of Atlas and Nico talking in low voices, partially dead to the world.

Eventually, a hand shakes me gently, and I make a whiny noise, opening my eyes reluctantly.

Nico snorts, clearly amused. “You can’t sleep like this, mia cara,” he tells me. “You need to go to bed, and before that, you need to clean up.”

I grumble something unintelligible, and Atlas chuckles. “I think she needs some help.”

Before I can either confirm or deny that, he’s scooping me up with ease and carrying me through the living room and up the stairs. I’m so worn out that I don’t even protest. It feels good to be cradled and to not have to walk on unsteady legs.

“Here,” he murmurs, putting me down on the bed before he draws the covers back. “You can shower in the morning. At this rate, you’d just fall asleep in there. But I’ll help you clean up.”

He disappears down the hall, then returns a moment later with a damp cloth.

He slides it between my legs, gathering up the wetness and leaking cum, and I moan softly, squirming a little under his touch.

It feels good, but also like too much after the beating my pussy took tonight, and he moves carefully and gently as he wipes the remnants of his release away.

After tossing the towel into my hamper, he tucks me in and then turns to leave. But before he can go, I reach out quickly, wrapping my hand around his wrist.

“Wait,” I whisper.

Atlas stops, glancing down at me.

“I want to know…” I hesitate, licking my lips. It’s hard to think of the right way to say what I want to ask, especially with my mind so sleepy and worn out. “Why… why didn’t you do anything before? If you wanted me so much.”

He lets out a breath and then shrugs. “You’re Nico’s wife.”

My brow furrows. “Yeah, but it’s not like that’s real. It’s just a business arrangement.”

There’s something I can’t read burning in Atlas’s amber-tinged eyes as he stares down at me. “Is any of this real?”

My stomach flutters at the question. “I don’t know,” I whisper. “I…”

I don’t know what to say to that or how to even feel about it. Atlas just keeps looking at me, and I wonder where he stands. If this is real to him, or just a different means to a different end.

There’s tension in the air between us, the moment all of a sudden much more loaded than it was before. I keep waiting for Atlas to say something, but he doesn’t.

Finally, he just shakes his head and bends down to kiss the top of my head, brushing my teal hair back a little.

“Get some sleep,” he tells me. “It’s been a long night.”

This time when he goes to leave, I let him. He closes the door softly behind him, and in the silence that follows, I gaze up at the ceiling in the darkness, turning that question over and over in my head.

It was supposed to just be business. Nico and I both wanted something out of this arrangement, and it was supposed to be about the good of our gangs. No more, no less.

But now it’s starting to feel like this thing between us—not just between me and him, but between all four of us—is taking on a life of its own, shifting and changing into something else. Something more.

And honestly, that’s terrifying.