Page 46 of Crown of Lies

Her eyes go wide, and her breath hitches mid-moan. “Atlas,” she says so quietly I can barely hear her. “Get over here and take what you want.”

Close enough. At least she broke first.

Leaning down, I breathe in her scent again, letting it fill my lungs before I taste her.

I might still have some unresolved anger directed her way, but she tastes like heaven. I groan, sinking my teeth into her thigh as I pull her closer, just to teach her a lesson. Just because I can. I lap at her, my tongue stroking and probing, loving the way she writhes and bucks beneath me.

“Oh, god,” she cries out, her hands tangling in my hair. “Atlas, yes. Right there. Don’t stop.”

“Not stopping now,” I grunt out the reply. “Not when you’re just starting to behave.”

I see the flash of anger in her eyes again, but it’s replaced by pure, hungry need as I work her clit with my tongue.

I feast on her—losing myself in it—until her thighs start to shake. Her breath comes out in short, sharp bursts, and I know she’s close. So damn close.

I curl my tongue around her clit, flicking and sucking, and that sends her over the edge. She bucks wildly beneath me, her hands all over me as she cries out my name, shuddering and pulsing, riding out the wave of her orgasm.

She’s beautiful like this—wild and untamed. I could watch her fall apart like this a thousand times and never get tired of the view. But we’re not done yet, not by a long shot.

I turn her over, pushing her down onto her hands and knees. Her ass is a work of art, and I can’t resist slapping one cheek, then the other, leaving my mark here on her perfect skin, if only for a little while. She grinds back against me, her hips moving in a seductive rhythm that has my cock twitching.

I yank my own clothes off in a hurry, my impatience burning through me. I want to feel her around me, taking me deep as I pound into her until we both forget our own names.

“You like that, vicious?” I growl, my voice husky. “You like it when I spank you?”

“Yes,” she gasps without hesitating as she pushes her ass back against me. “I do. Fuck you, I do.”

I can hear the bite of anger in her voice, laced with arousal, and it makes a savage smile tug at my lips. I slap her ass again, loving the way the sound echoes in the otherwise silent room. “You’re mine now, you hear me? All mine.”

“Yours,” she moans, pushing back even more insistently, almost frantically. “Fuck me, Atlas.”

I position myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock against her wet heat. “Say it again,” I demand, my voice harsh. “Say I can take what’s mine.”

“Take it,” she groans. “Fucking hell, just take it.”

That’s what I’ve been waiting to hear. With a sharp thrust, I drive into her, burying myself to the hilt. We both groan at the sensation, the feeling of finally being joined together after too damn long apart.

I pull out and slam back into her, setting a relentless pace. I’m rougher than I’ve ever been before, but she takes it. She takes all of me, crying out and begging for more. Her walls pulse and flutter around me, milking my cock as I pound into her.

“That’s it,” I growl, reaching around to pinch and tug her nipple. “Take it all. Soak my fucking cock.”

“Oh god,” she gasps, thrusting back against me. “Yes, yes, yes. Harder, Atlas. Fuck me harder.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I grab her hips and slam into her with everything I’ve got, driving us both toward the edge. It’s like we’re possessed, our bodies moving in perfect sync as we seek our release.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” I pant, slapping her ass again. “You like it when I take what’s mine?”

“Yes,” she cries out, her voice hoarse. “Goddammit, yes! Don’t fucking stop.”

I oblige, pounding into her with wild abandon. I can feel the orgasm building inside me, a coiled spring ready to snap. But I hold on, wanting to take her with me.

I feel like I’m possessed. Like I’m having some kind of out-of-body experience. Her encouragement only makes me want to fuck her harder, until we’re both sore and exhausted and unable to give voice to even a single word of regret when it’s all over. Regret that I can already feel bubbling up inside me, even as I lose myself in her perfect fucking pussy.

Yeah, she’ll probably go right back to hating me when it’s over. Hell, I already hate myself a little for what we’re doing. But I don’t care. Not right now, when I’m still balls deep inside her.

With a fierce grimace, I slide out of her heat and flip her onto her knees. Standing, I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back, looking down at her with all kinds of dark thoughts running through my mind.

“Get on your knees,” I growl, even though she’s already there and not putting up a fight. “I’m gonna fuck every one of your holes.”

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