Page 139 of Princes of Carnage

“What I want is right here,” he murmurs.

My heart stutters. The way he’s looking at me makes it impossible to mistake his meaning, and I shiver lightly as the full weight of his words sinks in.

Instinctively, I lean up to kiss him.

Atlas is ready for me, his lips parting under mine as our tongues meet. He groans softly, pulling me even closer. My arms go around his neck, and he holds on to my waist, the tips of his fingers slipping under the hem of my shirt to touch the skin of my back. There’s an electric tingle at his touch, and I make a soft noise, rising onto my toes to deepen the kiss.

Heat builds between us, everything else falling away for the moment. It seems to get easier and easier every time we do this—every time we kiss or fuck or share little moments—as if it was always meant to be this way and we’ve finally stopped fighting against it.

I lose myself in kissing him, inhaling his sandalwood and citrus scent, and Atlas bites down on my bottom lip. The sting of it makes me moan softly, rolling my hips against his as my clit throbs in response. He growls against my lips, his hands moving down to grab on to my ass and squeeze.

“Fuck,” I whimper, breaking the kiss for a moment to breathe. “Atlas—”

He pulls me right back in like he can’t bear to stop, kissing me harder, and I go with it, riding the chemistry that always seems to crackle between us. Using his grip on my ass, he lifts me up, and I end up wrapping my legs around him, grinding against the bulge I can feel growing in his pants.

“You drive me crazy, vicious,” he mutters, nipping at my lip again. “Did you know that? You have since the very first day I showed up at your tattoo parlor.”

“The day you took me dress shopping.” I chuckle against his lips, remembering. “I thought you hated me back then.”

He breaks our kiss, his forehead resting against mine as we breathe raggedly. “I thought so too. But I was wrong. It wasn’t hate. It’s never been hate.”

I make a noise in my throat, tilting my face up to find his lips again. Our kiss turns hotter, more desperate, and I grunt softly into his mouth as my back hits the wall. He grinds against me, pinning me against the wall with his muscled body as he wrenches his lips from my mouth so that he can suck at the sensitive skin of my neck. I tilt my head to one side to give him better access, staring up at the ceiling through hooded eyes as my fingers thread through his hair.

“You’re gonna mark me,” I groan.

He just sucks harder in response, as if spurred on by my words. It makes me think of the time I ran into him in the hallway at my house and he made a comment about the hickeys Nico had left on my throat. I brushed it off at the time as Atlas just being pissy about the alliance, but knowing what I know now makes me see it in a whole new light.

Was some part of him jealous of Nico, even back then?

Either way, now it’s Atlas’s turn to leave a mark on me, and he’s not wasting his opportunity. I can feel his teeth against my throat as he sucks hard enough to make me gasp with pain, and a gush of wetness slips from my pussy.

“Ahh!” I hiss out. “Oh my god, fuck…”

He finally draws back with a wet pop, dragging his tongue over the bruise on my throat to soothe the sting.

“I need to be inside you,” he growls, sounding breathless. “Right fucking now.”

“Yes. God, please.” I nod wildly, and he pulls me away from the wall.

I’m barely aware of where he’s carrying me until we reach a large, low crate that’s set against one wall. It’s about the height of a chair, and Atlas sits down on it, settling me on his lap facing him. His cock is rock hard under me, a solid line beneath his pants that grinds against my clit perfectly in this position.

One of his hands splays along the small of my back, holding me steady as I work my hips, grinding down against him. I can feel how wet I’m getting, arousal soaking into the crotch of my panties as I try to get more friction while he kisses me hot and hard.

“I want to take you apart,” he murmurs, his mouth moving against mine. “I want to see you bounce on my cock until you can’t stop coming for me.”

“I need you inside me,” I pant back. “Fuck, Atlas. Need you.”

“Then get my cock out. Ride me, vicious. Show me how much you want it.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I get up enough to kick off my boots and shimmy my pants off, then undo his, pulling his cock free. It springs up, hard and flushed, and my pussy throbs again at the sight of his pierced tip and the vein running along his entire length.

When I crawl back onto his lap, Atlas pulls me in and then slides a hand between my legs. He works two fingers into me, thrusting them shallowly as he curls them against my inner walls.

“I thought you wanted me to ride your cock,” I gasp, my hips bucking forward.

“I do,” he says, his voice husky. “I just wanted to make sure you’re wet enough to take me.”

“It’s enough.” I clench around him, whimpering. “It’s going to have to be enough, because I can’t fucking wait.”

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