Page 75 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

“You’re doing so well, siren,” he praises, and I hate that even now, his voice soothes something inside me. “Let me in. Open up for me.”

Killian keeps murmuring encouragement in a low voice as he works me open, his free hand playing idly with my pussy, keeping me on the edge while he toys with my ass. He knows exactly how to touch me to get me off, and I can tell he’s putting all of his focus into this.

My breaths turn choppy and short, and when he finally pulls his fingers free, I make a low noise in my throat. He drags his cock along the folds of my wet pussy, using the slickness there to coat his length.

“Are you ready?” he asks me, his cock poised at the entrance to my ass.

I nod, shaky and off balance, and he hums his approval.

He starts to work his way in, popping the head of his cock past that tight ring of muscle.

I grit my teeth because it definitely doesn’t feel good.

It hurts, the stretch awkward and uncomfortable and impossible to ignore.

But I breathe through it, working my hips back, trying to get him to shove the rest of his cock inside me already.

“Just breathe,” Killian orders, clearly picking up on my discomfort and impatience. “I’m not going to fucking rush this, so you’ll just have to wait. And breathe .”

He brings his hand between my legs and starts working my clit again, rubbing it in small circles while he pushes deeper into my ass.

I can’t help the little sparks of pleasure that shoot through me as he works my clit like it’s an instrument he’s been playing his whole life. I was prepared to hate this, prepared to feel nothing but pain and discomfort, counting on that to bolster my anger.

But he won’t let me.

With his cock halfway in my ass, he keeps teasing my clit, both patient and demanding as he varies his tempo and rhythm, changing it up until I start to squirm against him.

I can’t help it. The warm, pleasurable feeling in my core radiates outward until it all starts to feel good. Even the way his cock is stretching my ass open takes on a pleasurable edge, and I gasp when he slides in another few inches, my body humming with sensation.

“There you go,” he says. “So fucking good.”

He keeps working my clit, slapping at it with his fingers before tugging at it lightly.

My hips shift forward, grinding against his hand, and that makes his cock move inside my ass.

The nerves there are more sensitive than I would have expected right now, and my belly burns with a kind of pleasure I’ve never felt before.

“Oh fuck ,” I gasp, the words spilling out of me as Killian finally bottoms out.

It’s a struggle to breathe, and my heart is galloping in my chest. My fingers curl against the shower wall as I writhe in place, so overstimulated that I feel like I’m vibrating.

“Breathe,” Killian reminds me again, and I suck in a small sip of air, trying to obey.

He starts to move inside me, dragging his cock back and then pushing in again. Just that movement lights up my whole spine, and I shudder hard, my knees wobbling.

Even now, Killian isn’t gentle. He doesn’t plow into me the way he did with my pussy, but he fucks me hard and fast, working my ass open with his cock.

His fingers keep toying with my clit, and before I know it, a tidal wave of pleasure is building in my gut and spreading out through the rest of my body.

I try to focus on the parts of this that I don’t like, the fact that I’m so fucking furious at him—but it’s not enough. I topple over the edge, my orgasm cracking through me like a whip, electric and intense. I cry out, the sound echoing in the shower, and Killian groans behind me.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he hisses. “So good for me.”

He pounds into me a few more times before he stills, his cock jerking as he floods my ass with cum. That sensation is foreign too, and I’m shaking all over from it.

When he finally pulls out of me, I feel limp and boneless. I nearly crumple right to the bottom of the shower floor, but Killian’s hands are there, straightening me up and turning me toward him.

Concern flashes across his darkly handsome features as soon as he sees my face, and for a second, I don’t know why. Then my breath hitches, and I realize it’s because I’m crying.

Tears spill down my face, and I can’t stop them. My chest feels too full.

“Siren…” Killian looks stricken, his usually impassive face tightening with worry. “You should have used your safe word.”

I swallow hard, more tears leaking from my eyes. “I didn’t want to.”

Killian cradles my face in both hands, swiping the tears away gently. He drops his head, tilting my chin up.

For a heart wrenching second, I think he might actually kiss me. Despite all the things we’ve done together, he’s never done that before, and I don’t think I could take the first time it happens being right now.

So I take a step back, putting some space between us.

“Thank you,” I rasp. “For getting me out of my own head. I needed that.”

Before he can say anything else, I slip out of the shower and head to my room, wrapping a towel around myself as I go.

I close the door firmly, trying to block out everything. I need to get my shit together. I told myself I wasn’t going to fall to pieces over these guys and the shit they’re trying to pull, and I need to stick to that vow.

I have to.

But it’s harder than I thought.

I take deep breaths, pressing the heels of my hands against my closed eyes until I see stars in the darkness.

“Get it together,” I mutter to myself. “You don’t have a choice. Hold it the fuck together, Quinn.”

I stay like that until I feel a bit steadier, focusing on my breathing. When the urge to cry has passed, I yank open my dresser and start getting dressed. I’m not ready to go back downstairs and see if Nico and Atlas have come home yet, but I feel more steady than I did before, which is something.

A few minutes later, there’s a knock on the door. My shoulders immediately tense, certain it’s Killian coming to check on me.

I take another deep breath as I go to open it, already shaking my head and trying to put a smile on my face.

“I’m fine,” I say. “I was just feeling a little stressed out because of?—”

I break off when I realize that it’s not Killian after all. It’s Atlas, his expression excited and serious.

“We’ve got movement,” he tells me. “Silas is at the pawn shop.”