Page 108 of Princes of Carnage

Then I lean in close and lap at her pussy, sliding my tongue all the way along her soaking wet slit. Atlas’s cum is still inside her, and I can taste it in my mouth, that salty bitterness mingled with her own sweet arousal. But I need her to know that nothing would keep me from wanting to devour her. Not the fact that she fucked Atlas. Not even the fact that she’s still full of his cum.

Quinn shudders, and her eyes go even darker. Judging from the way she’s looking down at me, she got the message.

I slap her ass hard, the sound ringing out in the room as a soft cry bursts from her lips.

“You’re in luck, mia cara,” I tell her, giving her slit one last lick. “Your pussy is going to get stuffed full again. Right now.”

Dragging myself away from her, I get to my feet and step back.

Her eyes flash with shock and then disappointment as she watches me retreat, as if she doesn’t want me to be far from her. She’s so needy and turned on that it drives me fucking crazy, and when she speaks, there’s a bit of a plaintive edge to her tone.

“I thought you were going to fuck me,” she breathes.

I laugh, shaking my head as I cock an eyebrow at her. “Not me, wife. Atlas is going to fuck you again. And since I missed the first round, I’m gonna watch. I want to see everything he does to you.”

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QUINN

A surge of pure fire shoots through me at Nico’s words. I didn’t think it was possible for me to be even more turned on than I already was, but here I am. I can feel my pussy dripping even more, the wetness smearing across my thighs. My clit aches and pulses, and the phantom touch of Nico’s fingers and tongue still lingers, making me want more.

Both men are watching me intently, their gazes radiating heat and power. The weight of them is like a physical thing, and it makes me shiver.

I had no idea what Nico’s reaction to finding out his friend had fucked me was going to be. During the quiet drive home, I tried to prepare myself for what might happen when he found out, entertaining the idea that he’d be pissed off. I imagined him being possessive and angry, telling Atlas he had no right to put his hands—or anything else—on his wife. And I figured he’d probably be furious at me too, calling me a slut, telling me I seduced Atlas or something. Questioning both of our loyalties, even though this marriage is meant to be nothing but a business arrangement.

But I guess with Nico and Atlas being so close, he doesn’t see this sort of thing as a betrayal.

Either way, I definitely didn’t expect this. For Nico to offer me up to Atlas and then want to watch. For him to willingly lick Atlas’s cum out of my pussy like he wanted to taste me so badly that nothing else mattered.

It was hot as hell, I can’t deny that. The idea of being fucked by Atlas again, this time without the crowd of catcalling voyeurs—just Nico, watching intently—has my pussy clenching and my pulse picking up speed.

I glance at Atlas, noting how his nostrils are flared. His chest heaves as he takes short breaths, and if it wasn’t for the look of pure heat and want in his eyes, I would think that he was panicking.

He looks… overwhelmed. Overcome. Fucking ready.

It’s different from before, when he was making me focus on him, trying to make that experience in the club as good as it could be under the circumstances. Now he’s zeroed in on me, and there’s so much feeling behind his firelight eyes.

Shit has been so strained between us lately, and I have no fucking idea what any of this means.

But I know exactly what I want in this moment. The desire for it crystalizes in my mind and my body, making all of me ache with it. Here, in the safety of my living room, away from the club with all those prying, lascivious eyes, I’m going to let myself have it.

I lock eyes with Atlas, and he seems startled at first, but he doesn’t glance away.

“Please,” I whisper softly. “I want you.”

There’s a second where he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. And then the last thread of his restraint seems to snap so hard that it’s almost audible. He makes a low sound in his throat and then reaches out toward me, closing the small bit of space between us in an instant. His arms go around me, and he pulls me in before crushing his lips to mine.

The force of it rocks through me, and I whimper against his mouth. He kisses harder and with so much more purpose than he had at the club. It’s like he’s trying to leave a permanent mark on me somehow, kissing hot enough to sear me from the inside out.

His hands slide down over my shoulders to my back, and then even lower. He grabs my ass with both hands, fingers rough as they dig into my flesh.

I gasp into the kiss at that, rolling my hips, pressing even harder against him. Heat flashes through my body, chased by a sort of desperation for more.

As if he can read my mind, Atlas works his thigh between my legs, giving me something to grind against.

And I definitely take advantage of it. I groan softly and press hard to the solidness of his thigh. My clit aches and throbs, and I can feel myself leaving smears of wetness against the fabric of his pants.

But clearly, neither of us care about that in this moment. Rather than pulling away, Atlas keeps kissing me like he can’t get enough. His tongue slides against mine, sensual and slow, and then plunges in deeper, practically fucking my mouth while his hands keep kneading at my ass.

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