Page 19 of Crown of Lies

My hips roll to meet his thrusts, my pussy clamping down tight around Nico as I come with a loud, shuddering groan. Every nerve in my body is primed to pleasure and no other sensation.

I’m a panting, gushing, writhing mess, and Nico isn’t much better.

His face contorts in a grimace, his brows knitted together as if my orgasm takes him off guard. His fingers dig into my hip as he slams me onto his cock, using me like a toy until he suddenly stops, dragging me all the way down on his length as the heat of his cum fills me.

“Fuuuck…”

He rocks his hips as his cock empties inside me, so pent up or furious or a combination of both that there’s so much it ends up leaking out of me.

His body slumps against mine, pinning me in place against the wall as we both gasp for breath, the tension slowly draining from us. It’s not an afterglow. We don’t have those anymore—if we ever did.

This is just pure sexual exhaustion, plain and simple.

“Mi hai distrutto, cazzo. Non posso pensare intorno a te,” he murmurs under his breath, his breath gusting over my skin.

I don’t know what the words mean, but he grinds against me as he presses me into the wall, and I can feel a shudder work through his body as if his legs are shaking too. I’ll admit, there’s a bit of satisfaction in the fact that he has to rest after what we just did, that he’s as bone weary as me. I even let the fact that he rests his head in the crook of my neck slide.

My voice is too hoarse to protest anyway.

But as he holds me up in our not-quite-afterglow, I notice something.

The pipe I’ve been strung up on for the last two days is loose.

I pick up on it when Nico grinds against me again. He doesn’t realize it, but as our weight shifts, so does the pipe. Turning my head just a little, I peer up at it from the corner of my eye, trying to be discrete about it.

My heart skips a beat.I was right.

The bolt that secures the pipe to the wall is hanging loose. All of the movement from our rough fuck must have knocked it free.

I swallow, all of the post-sex exhaustion draining away as a surge of adrenaline fills my veins.

This is it. I have a way out.

My opportunity doesn’t come long after that thought crosses my mind. With another groan, Nico pulls out of me, totally oblivious to the opening he’s left.

As he lets go of me, I make myself a dead weight, clenching my fists as I drop my body. My shoulders scream in protest, but the chain of the handcuffs catches on the pipe, wrenching it all the way out of the wall. With a bursting clatter, it comes crashing down, leaving me free—albeit still handcuffed.

“What the?—”

Nico starts to turn toward me, his eyes widening with shock. But I don’t give him a chance to finish that sentence.

Urging my sore limbs into motion, I launch myself toward the gun he set aside earlier when he shoved down his pants to fuck me. Nico’s gaze snaps to it just as I make my move, and he dives for it too.

We knock into each other, shoulder to shoulder, and then tussle as we fall to the floor. I kick the crate he set the gun on, sending the weapon clattering away, and Nico, in his bid to grab it before I can, loses his solid footing.

“Shit!”

He stumbles, and I army crawl forward, reaching out with my cuffed hands. It’s awkward and messy, but I manage to snatch the gun up from the floor where it fell, letting out a triumphant cry as my fingers close around the grip. I roll onto my back just as Nico rushes toward me, lashing out with my legs and kicking him hard in the chest.

He falls backward, and I scramble onto my knees and climb on top of him, nearly falling over from lack of balance as I straddle his torso. Breathing hard, I shove the gun under his chin just like he did to me the other night.

My hands are shaking, adrenaline surging through me as he goes still, his blue and green eyes flashing up to meet mine. I can see the realization in their depths, a recognition of the truth that we both know in this moment.

I could end everything right here.

It would take so little effort to pull the trigger and blow his brains out. What would the Princes do then, without their precious leader?

I press the gun harder under his chin, forcing his head to tilt awkwardly.

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