Page 141 of Princes of Carnage

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.”

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