Page 132 of Princes of Carnage

“You’re soaking wet,” he growls.

“It’s from the rain,” I snap back, my voice hoarse.

Killian laughs darkly. He draws his hand away and then slaps me between my legs, bringing his palm down hard against my clit. I hiss out a breath as pain burns through me, followed by a rush of pleasure.

“Liar,” he breathes.

I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood, trying to hold back the desperate little moan that tries to escape my mouth as sparks of sensation explode inside me.

He’s right. I am a liar. It’s definitely not the rain that has me so fucking wet. It’s Killian, and the other two Princes as well. It’s all of this. I look over and see that Nico and Atlas have followed us again. They’re standing close by, watching everything, and it makes my head spin.

“Don’t be quiet,” Killian growls. “Don’t fucking hold back. There’s no one here but us and them, so scream as loud as you want. No one’s coming to save you.”

He slaps my clit again, then rains several hard blows against each ass cheek, sending bursts of pain cascading through me in such quick succession that they blur into a sensation of pure fire. I can’t hold back my noises anymore, soft moans turning louder before becoming full-throated cries of pain and pleasure.

When he draws back to spank me one more time, I try to get away again, shoving my hips backward against him to throw him off balance before slipping out of his hold. But I end up tripping over my pants before I get very far.

Killian is right there anyway, too fast and too determined for me to escape, and this time he brings me all the way down to the wet, grassy ground. He gets rid of my shoes and then yanks my bunched up pants and panties all the way off, leaving me naked in front of him and the others, except for the tatters of my shirt and my bra.

I landed on my stomach, but he rolls me over onto my back, pinning me down with his larger frame as he uses one hand to shove his own pants down. He’s breathing hard, and our faces are close enough now that I can see his shadowy eyes burn with feral desire behind his mask, just like Phantom’s always did.

“I’m going to fuck you bare this time,” he rasps. “Like I wanted to every time. Gonna fill you up with my cum until you’re dripping with it.”

There’s a possessive edge to his voice, and I realize that if he really did watch me and Atlas and Nico the other night, he knows that Atlas didn’t use a condom when he fucked me either. The rough edge to his voice makes it clear that he has no intention of letting Atlas and Nico be the only ones who have fucked me raw.

I don’t have time to react aloud to his words before he wraps a hand around my throat again. He presses me back against the cold, wet grass, covering my body with his own. With his free hand, he grabs my thigh and wrenches my legs open, barely giving me a chance to catch my bearings before the blunt head of his cock is at my entrance.

I’m so wet that my thighs are smeared with it, but when he drives his cock into me, it still hurts. None of the Princes are small, and Killian is no exception.

And it’s been a while since I’ve taken him.

He hisses as my body tries to adjust to his size, squeezing around his shaft like a vise.

“So fucking tight,” he groans, grinding his hips against mine as he works his cock even deeper, until I swear I can feel him in my stomach. “There’s nothing in the entire world that feels better than your pussy.”

He gives my throat a squeeze, which only makes me clench even harder around him as stars dance before my eyes. Then he straightens up a little, releasing his hold around my neck.

That hand slides down my body, his fingers digging into my hip as he holds me down, and his other hand slaps at my pussy again, harder and harder. It sends jolts of pure sensation through me, pleasure edged in pain, or maybe the other way around. At this point, I’m nearly incoherent with it, my head spinning as I try to take everything he’s giving me.

There are so many sensations, from the grass against my back to the way Killian has me stretched to capacity. Atlas and Nico have stepped even closer, and I can see them looming over us behind Killian, with front row seats to all of this.

When Killian draws back, I gasp as my nerve endings flare, his cock sliding against my inner walls. And then he drives back in, hard and fast. Everything about it is rough and intense, even more wild and overwhelming than anything we ever did at Le Bal Masque. Our bodies slap together wetly, and he uses that grip on me to drag me into each thrust.

“Look at how you take it,” he growls, gazing down at my pussy as he slams into me once more. “You were made for this. Made for my cock. My beautiful siren. My filthy, desperate little slut.”

Each new word is punctuated by a hard thrust, and my tits bounce with the force of it.

My hands scrabble at the ground, looking for something to hold on to. Something to anchor myself with before I spin out of control entirely.

“You love this, don’t you? Tell me. Tell them.” He jerks his head in the direction of his friends. “Tell us how much you love this.”

I open my mouth, but the only thing that comes out is a low, ragged moan. Killian slaps my clit again, and I howl desperately.

“I love it!” I manage to cry out, my voice breaking as sensations tear through me like lightning. “Please! Fuck, I love it. I need it. Oh my god, please.”

“That’s right,” he grunts. “I told you there was nowhere you could go that I wouldn’t find you. There’s nowhere I wouldn’t fuck you. Nothing that could stop me from taking what’s mine. Do you understand?”

My mind reels from the way he’s talking, and I grab on to him, my nails digging into his skin. I’m no longer trying to get away, no longer even keeping up the pretense of running. I can’t. Not with the way he’s owning my body. Not with the way he’s touching me and looking at me, pushing me closer and closer to the release I so desperately need.

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