Page 107 of Princes of Carnage

“You made a mess all over my fingers. Suck them clean,” I order.

Quinn hesitates, like she’s not sure of herself, but I just lift an eyebrow, waiting. I’m not going to repeat myself, I’m just going to see what she does.

Finally, she leans forward, meeting me halfway. Her dove gray eyes burn with the same heat that floods my veins like fire, and when she parts her lips and wraps them around my fingers, I have to bite back my own groan of pleasure.

Her mouth is a sweet, wet heat, and my heart beats faster with the ideas of where else her mouth could go. Her lips purse as she sucks the mixture of her arousal and Atlas’s cum from my fingers, and I can feel her tongue laving over my skin. I thrust my fingers just a bit deeper into her mouth, fucking between those pretty lips like I would if those lips were wrapped around my cock instead.

I keep my focus on Quinn, but I can feel Atlas watching us. His gaze burns against my skin as he stands there, taking all of this in. That flare of possessiveness is still thrumming in my chest, and there’s a bit of pleasure in making him wait, making him watch. Because he already had his time with her, and this is mine. But at the same time, I have no intentions of keeping him out of this. Not when it will be so much more fun to share instead.

Blood rushes to my cock, making it strain so hard against the front of my pants that it almost hurts. Every time Quinn’s tongue passes over my fingers, my shaft jerks and twitches, wanting the same attention.

Finally, I pull my fingers free, and Quinn releases them with a wet pop, her jaw falling open a little. She looks almost dazed, her eyes glazed over and bright with need.

“Strip,” I tell her, taking a step back.

She hesitates, glancing over at Atlas. This won’t be the first time I’ve had her get naked for me, but it is the first time Atlas will be here for it too. Clearly she’s not sure if I mean for him to stay and watch this.

But I do. I definitely do.

“I said strip,” I repeat. “Let us see you.”

Something flashes through her eyes at my deliberate use of the word us. This time she moves to do as I said, her fingers trembling a little as she goes to start taking off her clothes. She’s not wearing much, and it’s easy enough for her to step out of the shoes she wore to the club and unzip her dress. It’s so tight that she still has to shimmy out of it, and she keeps her eyes trained on the floor as she does.

As she slips off her bra and then finally shoves her panties down her legs, letting them pool at her feet, Atlas makes a low noise. He wrenches his focus away from Quinn and shoots me a glance, and he’s got that look on his face that he gets when he’s not sure about one of my plans. But he’s not arguing. In fact, he hasn’t moved at all. He’s standing right where he stopped when they came in the door, his own gaze heated and his hands clenched at his sides.

I jerk my chin at him, inviting him closer. For all that he seems unsure, he comes over right away, standing in front of Quinn with me. She steps out of her panties, toeing them to the side as she stands fully naked in front of us.

“She’s fucking beautiful, isn’t she?” I ask Atlas casually. As if we’re discussing the weather and not this spitfire of a woman in front of us.

“Yes. She’s stunning,” Atlas replies. His voice is raspy and rough, and now that he’s standing this close to Quinn, it’s like he can’t take his eyes off her.

Goosebumps break out over her skin, and she shifts on her feet but keeps her head high—like she wants to make sure we know that she won’t be cowed by us. Even with no clothes on and her pussy freshly fucked, she still radiates so much of her own power, and that’s incredibly hot. It’s one of my favorite damn things about her.

I shift toward her a little, and she watches me intently, expectation written all over her face. But instead of touching her right away, I drop to my knees in front of her. Surprise flashes in her eyes as she looks down at me, and I smirk up at her.

“Spread your legs,” I instruct, tapping the inside of her thigh. “Wider.”

She does so, her cheeks flushing that beautiful dark red again. Although I know from experience that Quinn definitely isn’t shy in bed, I don’t think she’s ever done this before. But her body gives her away—she fucking loves it. I can smell her arousal from this close, and her nipples are hard and tight, proof of her arousal.

“You’re making a mess,” I chide her with that same smirk. Her thighs are smeared with wetness, and I reach up to push more of it back into her pussy. It clenches around my fingers, going tighter, like it doesn’t want me to pull my fingers back. Not when I could be working them deeper into her. “You like this, don’t you? Being a wet, filthy mess. Having Atlas’s cum dripping out of you.”

Quinn makes a soft noise that’s neither a denial or an acceptance of what I said, but I know she’s affected all the same. She rolls her hips a little, like she’s seeking out more friction from me.

I chuckle, low and dark. “Your pretty pussy already took a cock once tonight, but it wants more, doesn’t it?”

As I speak, I let my fingers graze over her clit, feeling how swollen it is already. She jerks at the touch like she’s been burned, but then presses into it harder.

She nods in answer to my words, glancing away like she’s embarrassed.

I pinch her clit between my fingers, and that gets her to cry out softly.

“I asked you a question,” I tell her. “I want to hear the answer.”

“Yes,” she moans. “Fuck. Yes, I want more.”

She’s so clearly embarrassed by this, but also so turned on. This is definitely hitting her kinks, getting her in a tough position where she doesn’t want to want it, maybe, but can’t deny that she does.

“Good girl,” I praise, rewarding her for her honesty.

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