Page 60 of Princes of Carnage

Kissing my husband—my enemy—is like drinking from a well of poison, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

All I can do is groan, pressing back against him, echoing the movement. The friction feels good, but somehow, it’s not good enough. Even with this, I want more. It’s like a tease, a taste of what’s to come, and my body burns with the desire for more. For all of it.

I make a frustrated noise and end up with both of my legs wrapped around him, somehow trusting that he won’t drop me in the process.

He doesn’t. Instead, Nico holds on tight, his hands gripping my thighs hard enough that it’ll probably bruise at least a little.

I roll my hips in frantic movements, cursing the layers between us that keep me from feeling the heat of him right where I want it. I lunge back in for another kiss, my teeth and tongue clashing with his, and Nico lets it go on for a while before he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me away from his mouth.

A burst of pain flashes across my scalp from the sharp tug, making me hiss out a breath. I’m panting for air, feeling feral and so turned on as I stare at him, wondering why the fuck he stopped me.

Nico smirks, his gaze roaming over my face.

“You’re acting like you want me to fuck you right here in this hallway, wife,” he says, his voice low and filled with an undercurrent that makes it clear he wouldn’t balk at doing just that.

“I don’t give a shit where you fuck me,” I rasp, pulling against his grip on my hair until the sting in my scalp spreads. “As long as you do it.”

His smirk morphs into a grin, dark and hungry. He licks his lips, and my eyes follow the motion, wanting to chase his tongue back into his mouth with my own.

“Then why didn’t you say so before?” he taunts. “All you had to do is ask.”

Before I can snap a sharp-tongued response back at him, he gives me what I want, dragging me away from the wall and carrying me to my bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind us and sets me down at the foot of the bed, then manhandles me until I’m facing the mattress, both of us breathing hard.

“Bend over,” he demands. “Put your hands on the bed.”

I’ve never been one to obey orders, but I follow his command before I even have a chance to consciously consider it. I’m so keyed up, so fucking desperate for the release that I crave, and doing what he wants will get me closer to getting this need taken care of.

I bend at the waist and put my hands flat on the bed, leaving me in a vulnerable position with my ass up and facing Nico.

He groans under his breath and closes the distance between us, grinding against me that way. His cock is even harder now, and I bite my lip at the way it feels, pressed against my soaked pussy through our clothes. Everything in me aches, and I push back even more, trying to get more of that feeling.

“Good girl. Should’ve known you could be obedient when it suits you,” Nico groans. “My cock missed this pussy.”

He slaps my ass and then lets his hand slide between our bodies so he can cup me through my pants.

I gasp and grind against his palm, trying to rub my clit against something, my hair falling around my face as my head droops.

“It was definitely a mistake to fuck you,” he murmurs roughly. “Because now I just want more. I can’t stop thinking about the way you look when you’re taking my cock and falling apart, stuffed so full of me. I shouldn’t have even given myself a taste.”

“Goddammit,” I moan, writhing in place. “Just fuck me already.”

“Sei così avida, mia cara.” He says something in Italian, laughing darkly. “Non preoccuparti. Ti darò quello che ti serve.”

His hands go to my waist, and before I can complain about him not touching me where I want him to anymore, he starts working my pants and panties off, letting them slide down to my ankles.

I step out of them and kick them away, not even feeling a little self-conscious about the fact that Nico can see everything now. That he can see how wet I am, how needy.

“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re fucking soaked. What have you been thinking about that’s got you this worked up, huh?”

He moves his hand between my legs again, rubbing against the mound of my pussy for a second before he slides two fingers into me. There’s a wet sound as he presses them deeper, proof of just how fucking turned on I am right now. I moan for him, shaking with the need for more.

When he starts fucking me with his fingers, I shiver, pressing back to meet his thrusts.

“More,” I pant. “Fuck, Nico—”

He just exhales sharply and shoves his fingers in deeper, giving me a blissful moment of feeling overwhelmingly full before he draws them out.

“Wait,” I whine. “No. Fuck, I need—”

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