Page 100 of Princes of Carnage

His thumb brushes my clit, and I jolt against him, the sensation of that small bit of friction rippling through me. The pad of his thumb is just big enough to give me something to grind against, and he circles and teases that sensitive bud while he kisses me breathless.

Just as I start to get used to the feeling of his thumb working my clit, he presses two fingers inside me. It’s a stretch at first, and even though I’m not bone dry down there, I’m not wet enough to make it an easy slide.

It feels good though, and with the way Atlas is kissing me, I relax enough to let him in more easily.

He fucks me shallowly with those thick fingers, letting me feel it. He sucks on my bottom lip for a while and then kisses me again, tangling his tongue with mine.

It’s a slow, deep seduction, and my body slowly starts to awaken under his ministrations.

I try to get into it more, to move my hips with him and to turn off my brain. But all around me is the evidence that we’re not alone. I can hear the murmur of the crowd and feel the way they’re watching us.

I can only pick up snippets of what they’re saying from up here, but even when I don’t understand the words, the tone is unmistakable. It’s all filthy, voyeuristic. Hard to block out.

No matter how much I try to let go and to lose myself to the feeling of Atlas’s mouth on mine and his fingers working between my legs, it feels impossible to ignore it all.

“Spread her open and fuck her good!” someone shouts from the crowd, and my eyes fly open. I start to turn my head to look over toward the cat-caller, but Atlas moves before I can. His teeth clamp down around my nipple, and he bites hard. That makes me gasp, my gaze whipping back to him like a rubber band snapping.

My body reacts to the sudden jolt of pain with a rush of pleasure, and Atlas smiles a little as he lifts his head.

“There you are,” he murmurs, and when he pushes his fingers deeper into me, I can feel that I’m getting wetter.

Something flashes through his eyes as he feels it too, and when he speaks again, there’s a new edge to his voice.

“Stay with me,” he says, and it comes out commanding and deep. “Do not take your eyes off me, vicious. Stay right here with me.”

I nod, and I couldn’t disobey if I wanted to. Not when he’s touching my body as if he owns it. As if what he told the bouncers at the door and the three men who accosted me is true—that I’m his.

“Good girl,” he breathes, then dips his head once more.

It’s just two little words, but the praise does something to me. Heat flashes through me as he keeps working me up, and I get more into it, my body responding to his touch so much more easily now. He bites down on my nipple again, tugging sharply with his teeth, and I arch into the intense feeling of it, pain and pleasure warring inside me and making my head spin.

My legs fall open wider, my breath coming in short pants as Atlas plays my body like he knows it. He must be a quick study, since this is the first time we’ve ever touched each other like this. He’s measuring my reactions to everything he does and adjusting accordingly, and I almost can’t believe how well he can read me.

His fingers don’t stop moving between my legs, dragging my wetness over my clit and then fucking deep into my pussy. Usually, fingering like this is just something that feels mildly good at best, but Atlas adds so much more to it. He curls his fingers and presses the pad of his thumb to my clit, working that little bundle of nerves and my g-spot at the same time. All the while, he keeps up the torture of my breasts, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks before laving the sting away with his tongue.

Finally, he drags his tongue in a long line up the curve of my neck, then finds my mouth and kisses me hard.

All I can do is kiss him back, dizzy and caught up in it. While his mouth is on mine, his free hand takes over teasing my nipples, pinching and twisting them hard enough that I whimper against his lips.

He keeps me on that perfect edge of pain and pleasure, and the conflicting sensations keep me grounded in this moment with him. Nothing else matters, not the crowd or the stage or the location. Every time he touches me, every time his tongue delves into my mouth, it just focuses me on the press of his body against mine even more.

Atlas nips my bottom lip hard, and I hiss at the sting of it. His fingers keep working into me, fucking deep and hard. It’s not quite as good as having a cock buried inside me, but everything he’s doing is making me crave more. I’m vaguely aware of a wet sound, and I realize with a start that it’s the noise of his fingers—slick with my arousal—sliding in and out of my pussy.

“Fuck,” Atlas pants when he pulls back to breathe for a moment. “Jesus fuck, vicious. You feel so good. So goddamn perfect. Do you have any idea?”

I shake my head, even though it’s probably a rhetorical question.

His eyes blaze, and he drops his head to kiss my neck, sucking on the skin there too before pulling back to look at me again.

“Does that feel good?” he asks.

“Yes,” I gasp out, arching against him. I know he’s hard already, his cock leaking a steady drip of precum from how turned on he is.

Somehow, just knowing that he’s so ready for this and still trying to make sure it won’t be terrible for me makes me want him even more. I spread my legs wider, hips bucking upward in an instinctual movement, chasing his touch.

My body burns as I get wetter and wetter, and I can hear the wet squish of his fingers thrusting inside me. He pulls them out after a while, and I whimper in disappointment at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

Atlas just smiles against my skin and starts focusing solely on my clit instead, pinching it lightly and then rubbing the sting of it away with the pad of his finger.

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