Page 94 of Crown of Lies

He breaks the kiss, lifting his head to look down at me for a moment before raining even more kisses down my neck, sucking and biting, while his hips continue to snap against mine.

“Never knew how much I needed this,” he says hoarsely, his breath hot against my skin. “Never knew how much I needed to taste you, touch you, claim you.”

He straightens, his body flexing as he keeps thrusting, his words rough and demanding. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, taking my cock so perfectly. You fucking love it, don’t you? Don’t you?”

“Yes! God, yes. Fuck yes,” I moan hoarsely as the other two join in, their hands and mouths turning me into a mess of sensation. Nico’s hand presses on my stomach, pushing down as Killian thrusts up, making me feel so damn full that I can’t think straight.

“That’s it, mia cara,” Nico says. “Take him nice and deep.”

I barely notice Atlas moving closer until his lips capture mine and his big, rough hand snakes around my throat. His thumb brushes my jaw in a surprisingly gentle caress that offsets the firmness of his grasp and sends a spark of something new coursing through me.

He deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping past my lips to tangle with mine while his grip on my throat tightens just a fraction, sending a bolt of adrenaline through me. My heart races as the pressure increases.

Then he does something unexpected. He lifts his other hand to my shoulder and gently squeezes, a subtle signal that I can use if it becomes too much. It’s a silent promise that he’ll stop if Ineed him to, a small gesture that allows me to hand over that last bit of control even as he cuts off my air supply.

My head starts swimming as the pressure on my throat increases, but it only heightens the pleasure, making my senses sing. The world narrows until all I can hear are my own ragged breaths and all I can taste is Atlas’s mouth.

Killian starts thrusting harder, faster, deeper. My body shakes with the force of him, my core clenching around his cock as I teeter on the edge.

The pressure builds and builds, a coil of tension that’s ready to snap. And then, as if reading my mind, Killian changes the angle again, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

My vision sparks, stars dancing behind my eyelids as I fall apart. I’m shaking, trembling, and then white-hot pleasure explodes through me. My body convulses, and I cry out against Atlas’s mouth as the orgasm rips through me with an intensity I’ve never known before. My fingers dig into Atlas’s shoulders as I ride out the waves, gasping and moaning.

And then, as suddenly as it began, Atlas releases his grip on my throat. I gulp in air, my lungs burning as the orgasm continues to pulse through me.

Killian’s thrusts become erratic, the muscles in his neck straining as he chases his own release. “Fucking beautiful,” he mutters, his voice hoarse. “Squirting all over my cock, you dirty girl.”

I am embarrassed by the gush of fluid that coats him, but it only seems to spur him on more. His eyes are dark with desire as he watches his length slide in and out of me, gleaming and slick.

He leans down, taking a nipple into his mouth and biting down lightly. A sharp jolt of sensation shoots straight to my clit, and I cry out, the sensitive peak still throbbing from his earlier attention.

“Oh my god,” I breathe, my eyes widening as he nibbles and sucks, his teeth grazing the sensitive tip.

The action sends another wave of pleasure through me, and it’s too much. I cry out again as another orgasm overtakes me—and holy shit, I’m squirting again.

Killian chuckles, the vibrations tickling my sensitive nipple. “Look at you, losing control.” He bites down harder, sending a bolt of pain-laced pleasure through me. “You like it when we call the shots, don’t you, siren? You like that you belong to us now.”

It isn’t a question, and he’s absolutely right. I do like it, at least within the confines of these four walls. Out there it might be different, but in here?

I’m ready to let go.

“Yes,” I whisper, my face flushing. “I… I love it.”

“Good.” He smiles against my skin, looking up at me with dark, hooded eyes. “I’m not done with you yet.”

His hand joins his mouth, pinching and tugging on the other nipple, twisting lightly as he continues to thrust into me. The combination of pain and pleasure is indescribable, sending me even higher.

I’m sobbing now, my body shaking as the sensations become too much. “Please,” I beg, not sure what I’m asking for, but needing something.

Killian’s thrusts become sharper, more desperate. “Fuck, I’m close,” he growls, his eyes fixed on where we’re joined. “Not going to last much longer with that tight pussy milking me dry.”

Nico’s hand moves between my legs, his fingers joining with Killian’s cock to stretch me even more. “Let it go, mia cara. Keep on coming for us. You know you’re not done yet.”

I do as he says, my body surrendering to the waves of pleasure sweeping over me. Another orgasm—or maybe the last one hasn’t stopped. I’m not sure anymore. All I know is that I don’t want any of this to end. Not yet.

Atlas’s eyes darken as he watches Killian slide in and out, in and out, over and over again. “Fuck yes,” he says, his voice rough. “Fucking her so good. It needs to be me though.” He shakes his head as if snapping out of a trance, then repeats himself more forcefully. “I need to be inside her. Now.”

Killian nods, understanding passing between them. Slowly, he pulls out, and I whimper at the loss and the emptiness. But then Atlas is flipping me over onto my hands and knees as if I’m practically weightless, and I don’t have time to think about anything else.

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