Page 77 of Bonds of Obsession

Atlas teases her, lapping at her clit with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue. Her hips are already moving in time with those little strokes, seeking more pressure, more friction. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she gets closer and closer to the edge.

“Not yet, vicious,” Atlas says, slapping her clit with just enough force to make her gasp, but not enough to push her over.

Killian looks up from where he’s been devouring one of those perfect tits, then reaches out to hold her head up so she’s looking straight down her body to where Atlas is feasting. “Tell him how good he’s making you feel, siren. Tell him how much you love it when he eats that tight little pussy.”

“I l-love it,” she gasps. “Oh my fucking god, it feels so… so good. Please don’t stop. You’re all going to… going to make me come.”

“Don’t worry, mia cara,” I say. “We’ll get you there. Just the way you like it.”

Atlas growls, a low sound of agreement, as he finally pulls away from her pussy, leaving her slick and flushed and so fucking hot. He rocks back on his heels and quickly sheds his clothes, then repositions himself at her entrance, groaning as the head of his cock presses inside her.

My hand finds her hair, gripping tight to ground her as he starts to push in. “Take him. Show us how much you need this.”

“Fuck,” Atlas grunts, his hands tightening on her hips. In one hard thrust, he buries himself until he’s balls deep. Quinn’s back arches off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. “That’s it. So fucking tight for me.”

“Jesus, that’s hot,” I say mostly to myself as I stroke my own cock faster with my free hand. “Look at the way she stretches around you. Perfect fucking pussy.”

Killian reaches for her throat and squeezes just enough to make her gasp. “Tell him how it feels, siren. Tell him what that thick cock is doing to you.”

Her eyes are wild and desperate as Atlas starts to move. Each thrust has her crying out, her nails digging into Killian’s forearm while I keep her hair wrapped tight in my fist. The sound of his hips slamming against her fills the room, along with her moans and Atlas’s rough grunts.

“Feels so good,” she manages between thrusts. “So full… god, don’t stop.”

“Not stopping,” Atlas growls, picking up speed with each thrust. “Gonna fuck you till you can’t think straight. Till all you remember is how good we make you feel.”

I tug her head back sharper, baring even more of her throat to Killian’s grip while I jerk in time with Atlas’s thrusts. I need to slow down if I’m going to last until my own turn, but I’m not sure how much self-control I can muster when she’s moaning and thrashing around like this, begging for more. “That’s what you need, isn’t it? To be filled and fucked until everything else disappears?”

Her only answer is a desperate moan as Atlas drives into her harder, claiming her the way we all need to. The way she needs us to.

“I can feel how close you are,” Atlas grunts, driving into her harder. “Your pussy’s getting tighter. Come on my cock, vicious. I need to feel you fall apart.”

She’s almost there—I can tell by the way her breathing changes, by how her body tenses. Killian squeezes her throat a bit harder, until her air has to be completely cut off, and that’s what does it. She comes hard, her whole body arching as the orgasm tears through her. The sound she makes is like a fucking animal, raw and desperate.

Atlas doesn’t let up, just keeps pounding into her through it all. “Fuck yes,” he growls. “Come all over me. Let me feel it.”

I have to grip the base of my cock hard to keep from losing it right there. The sight of her coming undone, the way she cries out with heavy, half-lidded eyes—it’s almost too much. But I want more.

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QUINN

The pleasure ripsthrough me in waves that won’t stop, making my whole body shake. Atlas’s cock stretches me perfectly as aftershocks keep hitting. My mind is blissfully empty of everything except sensation—no thoughts of the Dark Lotus Syndicate, no worries about what they’re forcing me to do. Just this. Just us.

“Look how well she takes it,” Nico growls, his fist still tight in my hair. The sharp bite of pain grounds me, keeps me present. “Greedy little pussy’s still clenching around that thick cock.”

“Fuck yes it is,” Atlas grunts, driving into me harder. “So fucking tight.”

Killian’s hand tightens on my throat, and my pulse races against his palm. The way they work together to control me, to own me—it makes me feel safe in a way I never expected. Protected. Cherished, even as they use me roughly.

“Tell him how good it feels, siren.” Killian’s deep voice cuts through the bliss and the pleasure and the pain. “Let him hear it.”

I can barely form words between thrusts, lost in the way they’re all focused on me, surrounding me with their heat and strength. “So… so fucking good. Don’t stop.”

“Not stopping,” Atlas pants. His rhythm gets rougher, more erratic. Sweat gleams on his chest, highlighting the muscles that flex with every movement. “Gonna fill this sweet pussy up.”

“That’s what you need, isn’t it?” Nico demands. His own voice is rough with need, sending shivers down my spine. “His cum dripping down those thighs?”

“Yes,” I gasp, overwhelmed by how much I want it. Need it. Need them. “Please, Atlas…”

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