Page 147 of Princes of Carnage

His cock is jutting against my stomach, rock hard and already leaking at the tip. He grinds it hard against my body, letting me feel him, and my breath hitches.

“You—”

“No.” He shakes his head, cutting me off. “Unless it’s your safe word, the only thing I want to hear from you right now is ‘yes’ or ‘more.’ Do you understand?”

I drag in a breath through my nose, hatred and hurt warring with the desire rising inside me. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” Water droplets cling to his dark hair as he nods in approval. “I know what you need. I know what you want. You want me to take you and wreck you until you can’t think about anything else. Until you’re just focused on being a good little hole for my cock. Isn’t that right?”

I bite my lip, breathing hard. Killian’s fingers go tighter around my throat, making it hard to breathe. He leans in, getting right in my face.

“Isn’t that right?” he asks again.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “Fuck. Yes.”

“Good.” He steps back, putting enough space between us that I have room to breathe again. “Now turn around. Face the wall and bend over.”

There’s no room for argument in his tone, and even though part of me wants to stab him again, I know I need to wait for my vengeance.

So I do it, turning around and putting my hands on the slick shower wall, bending at the waist so my ass is pushed out and on display. I hate how turned on I am right now, every part of me practically vibrating with the need for more. Killian will be able to see it, with the perfect view he has of my soaking wet pussy right now.

His hands find their way to my ass, grabbing it and spreading it open.

“You’re perfect,” he growls. “So fucking perfect. Could fuck you all day, every day. Fill up every single hole until you’re dripping with cum.”

He slaps my ass hard, and the sound rings out in the bathroom as the pain of it shoots up my spine. I moan for him, pushing my ass out even more, like I’m begging for another one.

Killian gives a low chuckle and then spanks me again.

I jolt forward from the force of it, a moan breaking past my lips as fire licks through my veins.

“I know what you need,” he murmurs gruffly. “And I’m going to give it to you. Until you can’t take any more.”

And then his cock is right there at the entrance of my pussy, thick and hard and unyielding. He doesn’t ease me into it, lining himself up and driving forward, forcing my body to accommodate all of his girth.

I let out a choked scream, the pain of the sudden stretch mingling with the pleasure of everything else. It feels good, and he sets a punishing pace, fucking me from behind with deep, hard strokes.

My palms slide over the shower wall with each thrust, trying to keep myself steady as he pounds into me again and again.

Water rains down on us, and the bathroom is filled with the sounds of skin on skin and the moans that I don’t bother to hold back. Killian groans as he bends over my back, wrapping his arm around my waist and using it to hold me still so he can thrust in even deeper.

It’s like I can feel his cock everywhere, deep and intense, and it shuts off my brain, making it impossible to focus on anything other than this.

Even the sickening feeling of anger in my chest starts to ebb away. I’m floating on a cloud of white hot pleasure, the sensation of it filling me up and spilling through me. And then I feel Killian’s fingers probing at my ass, and that shocks me back to myself real quick.

“I want to fuck you here,” he grunts. “I want to fill your ass.”

I tense up a little, and Killian must feel it. He straightens and drags his hand down my back, his touch soothing and gentle for once.

“You have your safe word, siren,” he reminds me, his voice low. “Use it if you need it.”

I bite my lip, sucking in desperate lungfuls of air. I’ve only ever been fucked there once, and it wasn’t by choice. I wasn’t lying when I told Nico I didn’t like it.

But I’m not going to say my safe word.

I started this as a way to distract Killian, but part of me hopes that letting him fuck my ass will break this thing between us for good. That it will sever the connection that’s seemed to exist between us from the beginning. That it will make it easier for me to destroy him and walk away from him and the other Princes when the time comes.

Bracing myself, I turn to look at him through the tangled curtain of my wet hair.