Page 43 of Princes of Carnage

Somehow, without my noticing, my fingers end up wound into his hair. Instead of tugging him away, I’m holding on to him, clutching the strands like I need a lifeline.

I’m so close now, so fucking close to the edge, and I shake my head like I’m trying to deny it, trying to say even now that there’s no way it can happen. I bite down hard on my lip, hoping the pain will clear my head, but it doesn’t.

Nico pulls back enough that he can speak, and when he does, his voice is a raspy growl.

“Come,” he demands. “Fucking come for me, wife.”

Then he sets his teeth against my clit and bites down, just hard enough that it makes my eyes fly open wide.

The shock of the pleasure and pain has me reeling, and as I start to shake apart, I glance toward the door. With a start, I realize that even though I closed it when I came in, it’s open now.

And Killian is standing in the shadowed doorway, watching all of this go down.

Something about that realization hurls me all the way over the edge, and I fall headfirst into my orgasm. I let out a naked cry as I come hard, all over Nico’s face.

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NICO

The gush of wetness from Quinn as she comes for me is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, and I lap it up like I’m starving, like I don’t want to miss one drop of that sweet honey on my tongue. Quinn trembles as it keeps going, her body wracked with the aftershocks of pleasure, and I lick her through all of that, keeping her on the edge of overstimulation just to listen to the sounds she makes.

I’ve gotten plenty of women off before, but never a woman as stubborn and fierce and frustrating as this one.

There’s a true feeling of accomplishment from getting her to come undone for me, and it’s like a drug, heady and intoxicating.

I can still feel the sting from where she cut me, a small flash of heat along my stomach, and it only makes me harder. My cock is leaking precum as I finally come up for air, lifting my head away from her pussy.

I lick my lips, gazing down at her.

“Hai il sapore del più dolce degli errori,” I say in Italian, the words falling from my lips unconsciously.

She just stares up at me, her chest heaving as she tries to get her breath back. Her gaze darts to the doorway, and I furrow my brows as I follow her focus, glancing over my shoulder.

The door is closed, but it wouldn’t surprise me if one of my brothers came to check on us. To make sure the noise wasn’t from Quinn trying to kill me in the night.

The thought of it makes me grin, my cock pulsing. I definitely don’t mind the idea of one of them having seen what I was doing to her. It wouldn’t be the first time one of them walked in on me with a woman, and the thought that Quinn was so loud that she woke them up makes my smile widen. It sends a sort of primal urge rising in me, pride mixing with the need to make her do it again. To fuck her until she screams so loud that the whole neighborhood hears her.

She’s still coming down, seeming a little dazed, and I lean over her, watching her gorgeous breasts move as her chest rises and falls. My gaze lands on the tattoo I put on her chest, still fresh and pink around the edges, the symbol that we’re together in this now.

Her eyes are bright in the darkness as I shift my gaze up to meet them. “There,” I say. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Anger flashes in those gray eyes immediately, and I know she’s not going to take losing our little battle of wills very well. But that’s what I want. I want her fired up. I want her mad. I want that passion to spill over and blend into this, want to feel her dig her nails into my back until she draws blood from me for the second time tonight.

“Fuck you,” she spits, but there’s a rasp to her voice that wasn’t there before. She sounds wrecked, and it just makes me want to wreck her even more.

My cock is so hard it hurts, and I shove my pants down and out of the way, freeing my shaft to spring up. Precum wells at the head and spills down the length, proof of how fucking turned on I am.

Quinn glances down between us as I grip my shaft with one hand, and her eyes widen a fraction. Just enough for me to notice.

“What is it, mia cara?” I ask, stroking myself once.

“Nothing.” She shakes her head, looking away. But then her gaze snaps back to my dick like she can’t help herself. “It’s just… Jesus. What is that thing, nine inches?”

I smirk as I lower my hips, letting my cock slide between her slick folds but not pressing inside. “Eleven, actually. Why? Are you scared it won’t fit? I promise you, it will.”

Her lips press together like she’s annoyed, but she shivers beneath me, her thighs tensing as I graze her clit with the length of my shaft. It feels fucking incredible. Her heat, her wetness, it’s all so fucking good. My cock aches with the need to be buried inside her, but I don’t give in. Not yet.

Quinn’s eyelids droop with pleasure, and even though she’s clenching her jaw, her hips are working, grinding her sweet pussy against my cock.

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