Page 109 of Princes of Carnage

Every so often, we break apart by a hair’s breadth to snatch lungfuls of air, but then we’re right back to it, kissing wildly, nipping at each other’s lips, lost in the sensation of it all.

Even though it hasn’t been very long since he made me come back at Eros, I can already feel those flames of pleasure building low inside me. Atlas presses his thigh up against me, and I grind down to meet him in the middle, panting as I practically ride him.

I buck against him, and he uses his grip on my ass to help me along, dragging me forward into each roll of my hips. His mouth moves down, kissing from my lips to my neck, and when he finds a sensitive place, I give a soft cry of pleasure.

His lips suck against my neck, and he scrapes his teeth over that spot, sending a jolt of pain-laced pleasure through me.

“Atlas,” I pant. “Oh, fuck.”

He just makes that low noise again. It’s almost a growl as he bites down on my neck and squeezes my ass harder.

I was already on the verge of falling apart from Nico’s fingers and his mouth, and everything Atlas is doing is more than enough to push me the last few inches, sending me flying over the edge.

My orgasm hits me like someone flipping a switch, and I cry out as Atlas kisses my lips again. He drinks down the sound, holding me close as I shudder against him, riding out wave after wave of sensation.

“Fuck,” Nico groans, drawing my attention back to him as I blink unsteadily, breathing hard. He hasn’t moved at all, and he’s closer than I expected, watching us with eyes that don’t waver. “Even if Atlas doesn’t fuck you, mia cara, that was hot as hell to watch.”

Something flashes in Atlas’s eyes, and he reaches up to wind my hair around his hand, using the grip to pull my head back enough to meet his gaze. There’s something primal in it, something dark and hungry that makes me tingle all over.

“Oh,” he growls, his voice low and deep. “I’m going to fuck her.”

I shiver against him, my body reacting to the tone and the promise in those words. My pussy clenches hard, more of my arousal trickling out of me to stain Atlas’s pants.

He pulls back enough that he can reclaim his thigh and lets go of my hair, his jaw tight as he jerks his chin toward the sofa in the middle of the room. “Bend over the couch.”

My legs are still shaky, but I go to do what he said, walking over. Atlas is hot on my tail, and he grabs on to me, pushing me down over the arm of the couch with one large hand on the middle of my back.

He spreads my legs wider, and I let him manhandle me into the position he wants, my heart galloping in my chest.

When he steps back a bit, I know Nico has the best view in the house. He can see everything—my ass, my spread legs, my dripping cunt. He curses under his breath, and then Atlas steps between my legs, shoving his pants down.

“You have no idea how fucking good you look right now,” he tells me, and there’s sincerity in the rawness of his voice. “I knew you’d look good, knew you’d be so fucking beautiful like this. But it’s better than I ever imagined.”

A large hand skates down the curve of my ass, and I shiver, pressing back against that touch.

“Please,” I gasp out. “Fuck, Atlas. I need—”

“I know. I know what you need.”

Instead of his cock, he shoves two fingers deep inside me. It feels good, and I moan at the sensation, but it’s not what I really want. Still, he works those fingers deeper into me, fucking me with them.

“Atlas,” I whine.

He snorts. “I know. I’m just making sure you’re good and wet for me. You remember how big my cock is.”

I do remember. If I close my eyes, I can still feel him, the way he stretched me open so slowly, filling me up to the brim with the thick length of his shaft. My mouth waters just thinking about it, and my legs fall open even wider as I work my hips back, trying to fuck myself on his fingers.

Nico chuckles, and the sound of it dances up my spine. “I think she remembers,” he says. “And I think she wants a repeat.”

“Please,” I agree, the word coming out strangled and needy.

Atlas pulls his fingers back with a wet sound. He leans over me, letting me feel the weight of him, the heat of him against my back.

“This is for even thinking I would want to fuck Zoey when there was a chance I could have you,” he whispers in my ear.

My lips part, but before I can say anything, his cock is there. One second, I feel the pierced head of it against my entrance, and then the next, he’s driving into me—hard.

I gasp, caught off guard by the feeling. After the orgasm and Atlas fingering me, I’m not as tight as I could be, but his cock is still a lot to take. I can feel the stretch as my pussy tries to accommodate him, and it feels fucking incredible. Overwhelming in the best way.

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