Page 124 of Bonds of Obsession

“That’s right,” Killian nods. “Make her come again while you’re balls deep in her tight little asshole.”

My entire body is on fire, my muscles tightening around him as he thrusts in and out, over and over again. His thrusts become more erratic, his hips stuttering as he gets closer to finding his release. “Fuck, vicious. I’m…” He grunts, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise as he picks up the pace again. “I’m so damn close. I’m gonna come so deep inside your ass.”

I nod, my breath coming in short gasps as he pounds into me. I can feel my own orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly, ready to snap at any second.

“Look at me, vicious.” His voice is rough, and I turn my head, meeting his intense gaze. “I need you to know… I’m so far gone for you.”

His words make my heart stutter in my chest, and it’s almost too much. I can feel my throat tightening with emotion as he leans in until his lips brush against my ear.

“I’ve been falling for you since the day we met,” he whispers, his breath tickling my skin. “And I never stopped.”

A wave of feeling hits me so hard that I almost can’t take it. My heart swells, threatening to overflow with how much I love this man—how much I love all three of them.

“Atlas,” I choke out, unable to find the words to tell him how much he means to me.

He groans, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “I know, vicious. I feel the same.”

“Then come for me,” I beg, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Come for me, and I’ll come with you.”

He leans in, capturing my lips in a hungry kiss as he snaps his hips one last time. With a growl, he spills himself inside me, his hips stuttering through his release. My body follows, the coiled tension snapping as I cry out into the kiss, my ass clenching around him as I ride out my orgasm.

For a moment, we stay like that, our breaths mixing as we come down from our high. Then he pulls out slowly, and I whimper, feeling empty without him.

But Killian and Nico are there, helping me get dressed again, their eyes warm as they take in the mess I am. Their fingers trace the marks Atlas left on my hips, and they share one of those silent looks with each other that says so damn much.

I know they don’t mind the mess though. They love it. Because it’s their mess, and I’m theirs.

I’m still trying to catch my breath when Killian reaches over to restart the elevator. Something feels different between usnow, like those three words I finally let myself say broke down the last wall I’d been holding on to. No more pretending this is just about sex or survival or convenience. The truth is out there now, raw and real between us.

“Fuck,” Killian says, looking at me like he could bend me over and fuck me all over again. And honestly? I wouldn’t try to stop him. “This has put me in the mood to crack some goddamn skulls.”

I can’t help but laugh, even with cum still leaking down my thighs. “There’s my psychopath.”

His hand wraps around the back of my neck in a swift, possessive grip as he pulls me in for another kiss that steals what little breath I’ve managed to catch.

The elevator dings, and we all step out together. My men surround me, and the energy crackling between us is electric and dangerous and perfect.

“I told you before,” Killian growls, his fingers still digging into my skin. “I’m only a psycho for you. And anyone who tries to hurt what’s ours is gonna fucking bleed for it.”

“That’s right,” Atlas agrees, his hand sliding low on my back. “The Princes of Carnage protect what’s theirs.”

Nico nods, shooting me a look that makes me weak. “And our princess of vengeance is worth killing for.”

39

KILLIAN

The streetsof this city are more familiar to me at night than at any other time. I don’t know if it’s the darkness itself or the relative quiet after the sun goes down. Maybe it’s the moonlight.

Whatever the fuck it is, this is how I work best—alone and focused, with nothing but the hunt filling my mind. Quinn fought me on it earlier, those pretty gray eyes of hers flashing with worry.

“If something happens to you…” she’d started to say, but I shut her up with a kiss. Rough and deep, the way she likes it. The way I need it.

I’ve been systematically working my way through the list of places I found when I broke into Emmett’s house. From the look of the place, he must’ve cleared out weeks ago, but he left enough breadcrumbs for me to follow. Arrogant and sloppy, just like we were counting on. The kind of weak fuck who would sell out his own people because a woman didn’t want him.

My fingers itch to wrap around his throat and feel the life drain out of him for what he did to Quinn. Then I’d do it all over again for the way he got Atlas taken and tortured within an inch of his fucking life.

But now I’m being selfish. Unfortunately, we still need Emmett alive. For now.

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