Page 62 of Princes of Carnage

Living with the three Princes, being trapped in such close proximity with them all week, has had me in a state of low key arousal for days. They’re all too fucking handsome for their own good, brutally gorgeous and mysterious, and I can’t seem to get any of them out of my head or out from under my skin.

My mind fills with a sudden flash of Killian, and the way he listened to me so intently when we were checking out that drop spot. Then the way he cornered me when I tried to touch him, boxing me in with his hands on either side of my head. He was so fucking big, so all-encompassing, and all I could do then was stare up at him, wondering what he wanted. Wondering why he reacted that way to a simple brush of my fingers.

And downstairs with Atlas just now…

Fuck, what happened down there? How did our conversation turn so loaded and charged? Why was he looking at me like that? He looked like he was about to kiss me, and even though I knew it would be a terrible idea—I almost wanted him to. The tension between us felt like an electric haze in the air, something that existed outside of us, out of both of our controls.

Nico hits a particularly good spot inside me, rocking me forward, and my mouth opens, a name pouring out on the harsh breath that feels almost punched out of me.

“Atlas…”

All of a sudden, Nico spanks me again—harder this time. The sound of it shocks me out of my thoughts, and then the pain settles in, a sharp, burning smack that has me yelping in surprise.

“What—”

My words break off as he yanks me up so that I’m upright, my back pressed tight to his front. He’s still buried inside me, and he wraps a hand around my throat, not quite cutting off my air but squeezing in a silent threat that makes my pussy throb even more.

“What did you just say?” he demands.

“I don’t—”

“Are you thinking about somebody else while my cock is buried inside you?” he growls in my ear.

I go stiff, not sure if he just guessed, or if…

Fuck. Did I actually moan another man’s name? Did I say that out loud?

Nico’s teeth are rough as he bites down on my earlobe, giving it a tug and focusing me back on him. His voice is like gravel when he speaks, the sound of it shooting through me and settling in my core.

“If you want him here, then we’ll invite him to join us. Say the word, mia cara, and I’ll call him upstairs right now. You know he fucking wants to. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

My stomach flips over at his words, my pulse speeding up until I know he must feel it against his palm.

“But if you’re fucking just me,” Nico continues, his voice taking on a hard edge. “You’re thinking about. Just. Me.”

He punctuates each word with a hard thrust that has me moaning out loud. I reach up to cling to his forearm, my heart pounding wildly at the possessiveness in his voice… and also the fact that he basically just offered to share me with his friend.

My face heats with the thought of it, but it’s a step too far to admit that I’m tempted to take him up on that offer and see if he’ll actually do it. So instead, I just thrust my ass back as much as I can in this position, grinding against him.

“Do a better job of fucking me and maybe I’ll remember whose cock is inside me,” I taunt, although the words come out breathless.

The barb lands as it was meant to though, and Nico practically snarls in my ear. He shoves me back down onto the bed, and before I have time to even adjust to the change in position, he’s slamming into me so hard that my whole body jolts with each thrust.

The sound of skin on skin is loud in the room, the slap as his body meets mine echoing over and over again.

I gasp for breath, clawing at the sheets as he fucks me, feeling the way his fingers curl against my hips, digging into the flesh there like he wants me to feel that as much as everything else.

My head is spinning with it, and the pleasure and white hot sensations coil deep in my belly. Each thrust slams right into the spot that pushes me closer to the edge, and if Nico’s goal was to make me focus only on him, then he’s doing a damned good job of it.

“Bet I’ve got your attention now, don’t I?” he pants, grinding his cock against that spot, not letting up. “Tell me who’s fucking you, mia cara. Fucking say it.”

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. It’s hard enough to form coherent thoughts like this, let alone get Nico’s name out on command.

But he doesn’t let up, battering me with his cock, making me writhe where I’m pinned between the edge of the mattress and his body.

“Say. It,” he growls, his voice low and dark.

“Nico,” I moan, the sound coming out choked off and desperate. “Fuck! Nico!”

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