Page 42 of Princes of Carnage

“Ah!” I cry out, arching as pain flashes up my spine, only to be soothed away by the slow, deliberate roll of pleasure that follows in its wake.

The pain and pleasure of it are driving me wild, and I can’t hold back the noises I make as Nico continues to maul my tits. There’s a slight twinge of soreness when he brushes against the fresh tattoo on my chest, but even that blends in with the rest of it to add to the overwhelming sensations.

Nico finally lifts his head and smirks down at me, like he knows how good he’s making me feel, then starts working his way down my body. His lips leave a burning trail of kisses down the center of my chest and along my stomach.

I watch with a held breath as he settles between my legs like he belongs there, like he knows exactly what to do. And he doesn’t waste any time. He just snatches my shorts off, dragging them down my legs along with my panties, leaving me completely naked for him.

“Fuck,” he breathes, shaking his head. “Should’ve known you’d be this fucking—”

Whatever he was going to say cuts off as he lowers his head and sets his teeth into my inner thigh, biting down hard.

I arch up, crying out sharply at the feeling.

“Yeah, you look like a girl who likes it when it hurts a little. I should’ve guessed that about you.” His smirk widens, and it’s infuriating, but I’m too wrapped up in the moment to care. “It makes me want to give you everything. To see how fucking much you can take.”

That’s a good question, and one I don’t even know the answer to. Besides the man at the club, no one has ever made me feel like this before, and even this is different. Nico has this arrogant, commanding attitude that should piss me off—that does piss me off—but that turns me on too.

He kisses the bite mark he left on my thigh and then works his way up, finding my pussy. I know I’m wet already, practically dripping now from the way he’s been handling me, and Nico inhales deeply before letting out a low growl.

“I knew you would smell this good,” he says, low and deep. “You drive me fucking insane, do you know that? You make me want to fuck you right here and now, but first…”

He lets his tongue drag along my slit, gathering the evidence of my arousal before working his slick tongue into me just a bit. Just enough that I can feel it.

I nearly whimper at the sensation, and my reaction throws me off balance.

I go tense for a second, stiffening up, not used to enjoying it when most men do this to me. And I don’t want this man, my enemy, to be one of the few people who can actually get me off. That just seems… wrong.

As if he can tell I’m holding back my response, Nico plunges his tongue in deeper, like he’s going to force me to acknowledge that it feels good. I gasp out a breath, gritting my teeth, trying to hold back the pleasure as much as I can, and I can feel Nico’s dark chuckle against my soaked flesh.

“So sweet. You taste so fucking sweet. How am I supposed to get enough of you, mia cara? How am I supposed to do anything but keep my head between your legs and lap you up all night?”

“Shut the fuck up,” I hiss at him.

He chuckles again, and for a brief second, his eyes flash up to meet mine over the mound of my pussy, desire gleaming in his blue and green irises. Then he dives in again, dragging his tongue over me once more. This time, he pays more attention to my clit, licking and sucking at it, and it sends electric jolts of sensation shooting through me. All I can do is try to remember how to breathe, one hand twisted in the covers as if I’m trying to hang on for dear life.

When he pulls back again, his lips are wet with my arousal.

“I can feel you trying to hold back,” he growls. “You don’t want to come for me?” He snorts. “Do you really think you have a choice about that? I can make you feel so fucking good, you’ll forget how much you hate me. You’re my wife, Quinn. What’s yours is mine, remember? Your orgasm belongs to me, and I fucking want it.”

His voice drops on that last part, a deep burn that seems to vibrate through me, and it sends a shiver up my spine.

There’s so much promise in his tone, leaving no question that he means it. He’s going to make me feel all the pleasure he can, and that knowledge makes my body throb with need.

Even if I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he’s doing to me, my body clearly craves it.

Nico dives back in between my legs, eating me out like he’s fucking possessed, and I clench my jaw, gripping the sheets so hard that my hands shake.

I try to find the place in my head where I go when the sex is disappointing. I try to think of anything other than the demanding pressure on my clit and slide of his tongue as he works it into me. I try to block it all out, but Nico is a stubborn motherfucker.

His hands grip my hips tightly, holding on and probably leaving finger shaped bruises from how hard he’s digging in. He licks and laps at my pussy like it’s a feast, the sound wet and filthy.

“So goddamn delicious,” he mutters. “My wife tastes so fucking good.”

He starts to fuck me with his tongue, bringing one hand up to start playing with my clit, letting his thumb press into the little nub before teasing it with light circles. He keeps alternating that way, switching up the pattern until my body is trembling.

No matter how much I don’t want this, don’t want him to be the one doing this, I can’t deny how good it feels. I can’t hold back the way I feel like I’m about to explode into a million pieces.

Nico works me expertly, as if even though we’ve never done this before, he somehow knows exactly how to drive me insane. He’s always been good at getting under my skin, but this is something else entirely.

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