Page 63 of Princes of Carnage

“That’s right.”

I can feel the heat building, the pleasure starting to crest. With him driving into me so hard and fast, it’s not going to take long before I’m coming undone—

But then he pulls out suddenly, leaving me gasping at the shocking emptiness.

My pussy contracts, spasming around nothing, and I lift my head, trying to glare at Nico thorough the curtain of my hair.

“Up,” he commands, pulling me upright.

I wobble, weak-kneed, and watch as he lies down on the bed, his legs stretched along the length of it. I can see the pinkish-red line across his stomach from where I slashed him on our wedding night, and for some twisted reason, the sight of it turns me on.

His mismatched eyes seem to glow with heat, and he sits up and grabs my arm, dragging me onto the bed until I’m straddling his body. Then he urges me up, gripping my hips and my ass until I’m kneeling right over his face.

It happens so quickly that it takes me a second to adjust, and I blink as I look down at him. “What are you doing?”

He stares back up at me, the heat in his blue and green eyes so intense that it feels like it could sear my skin.

“I want to watch your face while I make you come,” he murmurs. “I want you to know exactly who’s doing it to you. Who’s making you feel so fucking good.”

That possessive edge is still coloring his voice, and he tightens his grip, kneading my ass with his callused hands. I swallow hard, my clit throbbing as I feel the warmth of his breath brush over my skin.

“Grab the headboard,” Nico tells me. “And ride my face.”

There’s a challenge in his eyes, like he’s half expecting me to tell him to go fuck himself and get off the bed. But there’s no chance of that. Not when my body is aching with need, desperate for what it knows he can give me.

The truth is, I’ve never done this with a guy before, but a savage part of me loves the idea. It’s different from him bending me over the bed and fucking me. This gives me the power, the control. The ability to take what I want from him.

With someone else, I might be a little worried about how they’re going to breathe down there. With Nico, I don’t really give a shit if I suffocate him.

Benefits of fucking my enemy, I guess.

“What’s the matter, mia cara?” he asks when I hesitate for a second, a smirk curving his lips. “I know you know how to ride. I saw you on that bike.”

“Shut up,” I mutter, lowering myself down onto his face, shutting him up myself by smothering his mouth with my pussy.

Nico groans like he loves that, and his hands grip my hips even tighter. His tongue snakes out to lick and lap at me, and I curl my fingers against the wood of the headboard, rocking my hips with the motion of his tongue.

He gives a muffled groan when I start moving, and that spurs me on even more. It’s easy to close my eyes and get lost in this. In the way his tongue feels as it moves inside me, the way my body moves, doing shallow bounces on his face. And I don’t hold back. I don’t even let myself think about if it’s uncomfortable for him. That doesn’t matter. Not when I can feel the pleasure growing and spreading through me already, picking up where it left off before.

“Fuck,” I hear Nico mumble, his voice muffled. “That’s it. Fucking ride my face.”

I swallow hard and grind against him, cutting him off as I get more and more into it. I throw my head back, breathing hard, letting the moans spill out of me and not trying to hold them back.

Because it feels fucking good.

It’s different from being held down and fucked, but not in a bad way. I have more control like this. My pleasure is more in my own hands—but not like if it was just me and a vibrator in this bed. It’s more than that. Better. Nico’s hands on me, his tongue in me, and the wet press of his mouth against my pussy definitely add to the experience, and my head is spinning from how incredible it all feels.

“You’re gonna come for me,” he pants at one point, when I let up enough that he can breathe and speak. “You’re gonna come all over my face.”

All I can do is nod, breathless and already approaching that edge all over again.

His eyes gleam up at me, and he turns his head to bite my thigh, hard enough that I feel the sharp edge of his teeth leave an indent behind.

“Take off your shirt,” he growls. “I wanna see your tits bounce while you ride my face.”

I nod again, pulling my hands away from the headboard to tug my shirt over my head and then shuck my bra off as well, letting my breasts spill out.

Nico watches hungrily, following the motion as my body sways with the rolling of my hips. I can feel his body moving, his hips bucking up slightly as if he wishes he had something to rut against, and that gives me an idea.

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