Page 71 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

QUINN

My body jerks in surprise, and I look over my shoulder to see Zoey standing in the doorway, staring at the two of us.

I freeze in place, not sure what to do. Surely I should get off his lap and let them talk. Or at least put some pants on, so she’s not looking at my bare ass and seeing where her ex is buried inside me when I move.

“Oh, shit…” I start to say, still frozen with indecision.

Before I can say anything else or make a move, Atlas slaps my ass, bringing my attention back to him.

My eyes snap to his, and he looks at me, his own brown and amber eyes blazing.

There’s no embarrassment there, not even a hint of it.

Instead, there’s just the same heat and desire that infused his expression when this all started.

“Don’t stop,” he growls. “I told you I wanted you to come on my cock, didn’t I? So do it.”

I blink in surprise, my heart galloping in my chest. “What?”

His lips curve up in a dark, sinful smirk. “I said don’t stop. You were so close, vicious. Keep going. I want to see you fall apart.”

He slaps my ass again as he finishes speaking, making me whimper and rock my hips forward instinctively.

I know he’s doing this on purpose, as if he wants to prove a point.

The last time I was at the Carnage clubhouse, I saw him and Zoey in a position almost like this one, and I assumed he wanted her.

Now he wants to show me that he wants me , not Zoey.

To offer proof after that fight we had, which feels like such a long time ago now.

He’s continuing to fuck me in front of his ex so that we both know who he’s chosen.

“What the hell are you doing?” Zoey asks, sounding incredulous.

“I would think that’s pretty fucking obvious,” Atlas shoots back, his voice dry. “If you’re going to stand there, at least use your eyes.”

“Are you seriously going to fuck her right in front of me?” she demands, her voice taking on a shrill edge.

He grabs my ass roughly, dragging me up and down on his cock. “If you don’t leave, then yes.”

He doesn’t look away from me even as he speaks to her, and possessive heat fills me as my gaze stays locked with his.

I remember the unfamiliar way my gut twisted when I saw Zoey talking to Atlas that first time, how I tried to deny it was jealousy that I was feeling.

But it was, if I’m being honest with myself.

And now Atlas is letting me know that I have no reason to be jealous.

Because he’s chosen me.

That thought ignites a blaze inside me, and I start to move again, riding him harder and faster now. Like I want to put on a show and prove a point of my own to both Atlas and Zoey.

Zoey says something else, but I’m not listening to her anymore. Right now, she doesn’t even matter. All that matters is the heat building up inside me again and the way Atlas’s cock feels buried deep inside my pussy.

I never once break eye contact with him, and everything else falls away.

It’s just like the first time we fucked, on that stage in front of everyone at that club.

We only have eyes for each other, and the two of us are so connected like this that it’s like nothing else exists.

I can see the heat in his expression, the pleasure that’s still there in both of us, even if we were interrupted.

“Just like that,” he praises, his fingers still digging into my ass cheeks as he grips me tightly. “Show me what you can do, vicious. Fucking ride me.”

I keep going, maintaining that fast pace at first, but then eventually settling into something hard and deliberate.

I stare into his firelight eyes as I rise up and slam back down, making sure he can feel it as deeply as I can.

It’s less about the show now and more about the way this feels.

About how each time I clench around his cock or slam all the way down onto his lap, I can feel him twitch and swell inside me.

He’s just as into this as I am, just as keyed up, hovering right there at the edge. Zoey being here doesn’t matter. It hasn’t stopped him from wanting this one fucking bit.

“Shit,” Atlas murmurs after a while. “Don’t stop, Quinn. You feel so good. I’m so fucking close.”

“Me too.” My breath catches as his cock hits a spot inside me that makes me want to howl in pleasure. “Oh fuck!”

The muscles in his neck strain, his jaw going tight. “Come with me. Come on. Come on my cock so I can fill you up the way you want.”

“Atlas, please, oh god?—”

“ Yes . Fucking say my name. Say my name when you come for me.”

My nails dig into his shoulders as I hold on to him, using him for leverage while I move.

I slam down hard one last time, and that’s enough to make me shatter.

Pleasure jolts up my spine, white hot and so intense that I see stars.

I cry out his name, going tight around him as wave after wave of sensation washes over me.

Atlas comes almost at the exact same time, filling me up with a groan as he rolls his hips into it. We stay like that for a suspended moment, both of us breathing hard as our bodies finally relax.

Then Atlas palms the back of my head pulls me in for a breathless kiss.

“You really are vicious, you know,” he breathes against my lips. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

I smile against his lips and clench around him, aware that Zoey is still watching us.

I can admit to myself that I kind of enjoy thinking about what she must see right now.

She’s familiar with what Atlas looks like when he comes, I’m sure, but I bet she’s never seen him get off with another woman before.

When our kiss finally breaks, I lean back and climb off his lap, getting to my feet. Cum slips down my thigh, and I can see Zoey glaring at Atlas, incensed anger in her eyes.

“I’ll just… give you two a moment,” I say with a smirk, tugging my clothes back on quickly and slipping out of the room.

“What the fuck was that?” Zoey explodes before I’m even through the door. The door swings shut behind me, but even with it closed, I can still hear their muffled voices and pick up everything they’re saying.

“Exactly what it looked like,” Atlas replies evenly.

“Jesus, I—what the fuck? I thought we still had something. I thought there was still a chance at least that you?—”

“We didn’t, and there wasn’t,” he says, cutting her off. “I made it pretty damned clear we were over.”

“Just like that?”

“What do you mean, just like that? We broke up months ago, Zoey. If I hadn’t been drunk and fucked up in the head, nothing ever would’ve happened between us that night at the party. Nothing should have happened between us. We’re done. It’s not my fault you can’t seem to wrap your head around that.”

“I thought you just needed some time. I thought we could still fix this. I didn’t know you were ready to move on so fast.” Her voice takes a hard, bitter tone. “I mean, honestly, you’re fucking her now?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. It’s just…” Her voice drops a little, and I have to strain to hear it. “You’re playing a dangerous game here. She’s Nico’s wife. You’re risking fucking with the gang just to screw Nico’s wife behind his back?”

“It’s not like that.” Atlas’s voice is sharp. “Nico knows everything.”

There’s a moment of silence, and I can imagine how Zoey’s face must look while she digests that bit of information.

“Oh. I didn’t realize you were sharing her,” she says, sounding shocked. “So, what? You’re just passing her back and forth like a common who?—”

“I’d think twice if I were you before you say another fucking word about her.”

Atlas’s voice is low, almost dangerous, like he’s angry and not afraid to act on it.

Zoey breaks off, not finishing her sentence, and there’s only silence for a long moment. When she speaks again, it’s in a low murmur that I can’t make out. Atlas answers in the same tone, the two of them going back and forth.

A few minutes later, Zoey shoves the door open and leaves the room.

She glares daggers at me as she passes but doesn’t say anything else, walking toward the main part of the club. I hear the slam of a door as she goes, and then silence fills the clubhouse again.

Atlas emerges from the storage room a second later.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, turning to face him.

“Better than okay.” He strides over and pulls me into a quick kiss. “Let’s grab the gear and head out.”

I look toward where Zoey left, not entirely convinced by his assertion that everything is fine.

I’ve never really thought of this thing between me and the guys and between our gangs as something super long term.

It was supposed to be just business. Just something that would last as long as we needed it to, to make us strong enough to outlast the threat we were all dealing with.

But if it turned into something different, something with staying power, then there would probably be challenges and issues that I haven’t considered.

Zoey being pissed off could just be the tip of the iceberg, and just because Nico knows that Atlas and Killian are also fucking me, that doesn’t mean things won’t get messy anyway.

“Ready?” Atlas says, coming back with the case all locked up again. He must’ve gone to get it while I was distracted by my thoughts.

I blink, brushing off those worries for the moment as I nod.

There’s too much at stake right now to get bogged down in more problems, so whatever all of this might mean, it will have to wait.