Page 90 of Crown of Lies

I moan into his mouth, my body melting against his as he devours me. His teeth graze my lower lip, nipping hard enough to sting before his tongue soothes the bite. It’s overwhelming, intoxicating, and I find myself getting lost in the sensation.

Killian’s grip on my hair tightens, holding me in place as he plunders my mouth. He’s not gentle, not careful. He takes what he wants with a ferocity that leaves me breathless and weak.

I clutch at his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor me as the world spins around us. The kiss deepens even further, if that’s possible, and I can feel Killian pouring years of pent-up desire into this single moment.

Atlas steps closer, his hand moving down my stomach and inside the waistband of my jeans until his fingers start to tease at my panties. Nico joins the three of us, undoing my pants a little and sliding his hand in alongside Atlas’s. As Atlas dips a finger into my pussy, Nico’s fingertips brush my clit again and again, sending sparks shooting through my body.

“Yeah, you like having both of us do this, don’t you?” Atlas murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “You feel so fucking good. So wet.”

“That’s right,” Nico adds. “Keep kissing Killian while we take care of you. Gonna make you come with our hands, then our mouths, then our cocks.”

I moan as Killian’s kiss consumes me, his tongue tangling with mine, stealing my breath away. My body is on fire, the pleasure coiling so tightly that I know I won’t last long.

Nico’s fingers move faster, more firmly, knowing exactly how to push me over the edge. “That’s it. Just let go. Come for us.”

I whimper into Killian’s mouth as the pleasure explodes, my body writhing between them. Their fingers work in perfect unison, stroking and teasing, drawing out the sensations as I shatter.

Kissing Killian, I ride out the waves, my hands clutching his shoulders as I whimper and moan. Nico and Atlas show no sign of stopping—they keep working me through the aftershocks, dragging out the pleasure until I’m a quivering mess.

Finally, Killian and I break apart, our lips swollen, our breathing ragged. I’m still trembling as he brushes a strand of hair from my face, his thumb gently tracing my jaw.

“Now I’m the one who’s ruined,” he says, a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“You did that to him, mia cara.” Nico’s voice is a satisfied hum. “Just you.”

I glance at Killian, my eyes searching his. “I didn’t mean to?—”

He silences me with a finger on my lips. “This is exactly what I want.”

It’s exactly what I want too.

But I also want more. I reach for the waistband of his pants, ready to take what I need, to feel them all inside me. But Killian catches my hand, his eyes softening as he shakes his head.

I frown, not understanding. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” Nico’s hand comes to rest on my shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. “It’s just… you’ve been through a lot tonight, Quinn. Your body is already bruised and exhausted.”

Atlas nods, frowning. “And you know we don’t fuck gently. Ever. It’s not that we don’t want you, vicious. Because, Christ, we do. It’s just… maybe tonight isn’t the best time.”

I stare at them, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. Their concern, their desire to protect me—it’s unexpected and strangely touching. For a moment, I’m transported back to when I was a little girl, feeling safe and cared for by my dad. It’s been so long since anyone’s looked out for me like this.

This is new territory for me—men who want me, but also want to take care of me. I don’t quite know what to make of it. With anyone else, I probably wouldn’t even believe the words, but with these three?

I don’t want to stop. Not now. Not when I’m finally here with them, when everything I’ve dreamed about is within reach.

I take a deep breath, steadying myself. A smirk plays at the corners of my mouth as I meet their concerned looks.

“You guys are sweet,” I murmur. “But trust me, I can handle it. I like pain.” I step closer to Killian, running my hand down his chest. “You can’t hurt me more than what I crave.”

His eyes darken at my words, desire warring with concern. I can see the moment when lust starts to win out.

“Are you sure?” Atlas asks, his voice strained.

I nod, my smile widening. “I’m sure. I want this. I want you. All of you.”

Nico’s hand tightens on my shoulder. “If it gets to be too much…”

“I’ll tell you,” I promise. “But it won’t be.”

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