Page 18 of Crown of Lies

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QUINN

It hasn’t been long,but it’s been longenoughsince any of the Princes have been inside me, that the searing stretch of Nico’s cock me takes my breath away. He’s the biggest man I’ve ever been with, although Killian and Atlas aren’t far behind him, and the first time I saw his cock, I was sure there was no fucking way it would fit.

Surprisingly, he takes it easy on me, working his way all the way in with a few powerful thrusts instead of filling me up in one go.

But still, I falter, my legs weak and my thighs shaking, as my body adjusts to his length and girth. Only Nico’s grip on my cuffed wrists—and the pipe I’m handcuffed to—keeps me upright as he fucks me, his cock sliding out before driving deeper inside me with every stroke.

I can’t help the sounds that leave my mouth. Primal, animalistic, touch-starved sounds that spill from my lips on their own accord.

Nico drops his head, his laugh a rough burn in my ear as he bites at my lobe.

“You might hate me as much as I hate you, but you still love getting fucked by your husband’s cock, don’t you, wife?”

“No,” I grit out between moans of pleasure and barely-bitten back whimpers as Nico continues to spear me with his cock.

“So stubborn,” he growls, one hand releasing my wrists to grab a fistful of my hair instead, yanking my head back and sending a burst of pain through my scalp. “Always so fucking stubborn.”

He makes an impatient noise as he pitches his hips forward, like he can’t get deep enough for his satisfaction, and a second later, both of his hands fall to my hips. He drags me back onto his cock, simultaneously slamming into me as he thrusts forward.

I don’t think he’severhit the spot inside me that he’s hitting right now, and I rise up onto my tiptoes, my heart crashing wildly against my ribs as we both grunt with every thrust. I swear I can feel him in the back of my throat, he’s so fucking deep, and my mind is blank to anything that isn’t this. The raw connection between us. How good it feels.

Nico, and his perfect grip as his fingers dig into my hips.

His perfect cock.

His perfect, sinful roughness.

“Fuck. Fuck,yes…”

I lick the tang of blood from my bottom lip, remnants of our feral kiss, resting my forehead against the wall as my body quakes with each piston of Nico’s hips. I’m so close, but I needmore. I squeeze my thighs together, my clit throbbing, increasing the sensation of Nico’s cock driving in and out of me.

His hand suddenly comes to my hair again, fingers tightening around the tangled strands.

“I changed my mind, mia cara,” he murmurs savagely, just like the devil I know he is. “I don’t give a shit if you come. This isn’t about you anymore. It’s for me. I’m gonna use you. Gonna fucking wreck you. Gonna fill you up until you’redripping.”

He jerks my head back by the hair again, leaning in for another bruising kiss before he pulls out suddenly. The shock of it makes me stumble, my legs folding. The handcuffs draped over the pipe above me catch my weight, and a second later, Nico spins me back around the face him, lifting me up.

My shaky legs wrap around his waist as he slams back into me, pinning my back against the wall. In this position, there’s nowhere for me to look but at his darkly handsome face, his features contorted with pleasure and his mismatched eyes so dark that they almost seem to be the same color.

I don’t like it. I don’twantto look at him like this, don’t want to let him see the emotions on my face that I can’t quite hide in this moment. Don’t want to let him see behind the mask.

But for some reason, Nico won’t let me look away.

With one hand gripping my ass tightly, he grabs my chin with the other, holding me in place with our faces just a few inches apart. His gaze locks with mine, a trickle of sweat sliding down his temple, his full lips slightly parted as he breathes heavily.

My heart, which was already pounding so hard that it rattled my ribs, picks up its pace even more as we stare at each other in silence, the sounds of our rough fuck the only noises in the room.

Nico changes the angle of his thrusts a little, making me suck in a breath… and despite what he said before, despite the fact that he claimed this isn’t about me, he drops his hold on my chin so that his hand can find its way between us.

His thumb works my clit, circling it so fast and intensely that my whole body seems to tighten. Nico’s groans deepen, and his thrusts grow rougher. His cock drives in and out of me, thick and hard.

“That’s it,” he coaxes. “Come on, mia cara. Come on your husband’s cock.”

I whine, shaking my head. My mind is in turmoil—my body desperately wanting to come, my stubbornness wanting to winout and not let him see that he’s still able to make me fall apart even after everything that’s happened.

But I can’t hold back the inevitable. Not when it’s Nico’s hands on me.

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