Page 80 of Bonds of Obsession

“Oh shit, that’s good.” He closes his eyes as he bottoms out inside me. “Fuck, I’ve been needing this. I love the way your greedy little pussy grips me, like it’s trying to pull me in even deeper.”

The stretch is painful, but in the best possible way, and it quickly gives way to the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. He’s filling me so completely that there’s no room to think or worry or do anything except lie here and take it.

Fuck, I can barely even breathe with his thick cock shoved deep inside me.

“You like that?” Nico demands, pounding into me harder. “Like being my wife, shared between my brothers? Taking all our cocks like the perfect little slut you are?”

“Yes,” I gasp, nearly overwhelmed by the sensations he’s making me feel. My body burns everywhere they touch me, and I can’t get enough. Not now. Not ever. “Please, don’t stop. Need it so bad.”

“Don’t worry mia cara. My pretty wife. I’m never fucking stopping. I’m gonna fill you up just like they did. I’m about to mark what’s mine.”

Atlas moves closer, his rough fingers finding my clit with a quick, practiced precision that makes me suck in a sharp breath as my hips jerk forward. “Come for us again,” he orders. “One more time, all over that big fucking cock.”

“She’s close,” Killian says. “Aren’t you, siren? Ready to come on his cock while we watch?”

The combination of Nico’s thick cock stretching me, Atlas working my clit, and Killian’s voice in my ear pushes me toward the edge. My whole body trembles as the pleasure builds.

“That’s it,” they encourage in unison, working together perfectly to drive me higher. “Let go for us. Show us what you look like when you fucking come undone.”

The pleasure hits me again, making me cry out as I come hard around Nico’s massive length. He drives in deep with a growl, flooding me with heat as his cock pulses inside me.

“Fuck,” he pants, giving me a few more slow thrusts before they carefully lower me to the bed. I can feel three loads of cum trickling down my thighs, and all three men stare at the mess they’ve made of me.

“Remember our wedding night?” Nico asks. “When I thought just my cum between your thighs was hot?” He runs a finger through the mixture dripping from me. “This is so much fucking hotter.”

I manage a laugh even though I’m completely wrung out. “You’re such a caveman.”

“Your caveman,” he says, climbing into bed beside me. The others join us, surrounding me with their bodies. Atlas presses against my back while Killian settles lower on the bed.

My mind tries to drift to tomorrow’s problems, to the impossible task the Dark Lotus Syndicate has given me. But surrounded by these men—my men, I feel stronger. Protected. Like maybe we can figure out a solution together.

For now though, I let myself sink into their warmth. Into the safety of being held by three men who would burn the world down to keep me here and out of harm’s way.

28

QUINN

I wake slowly,and my body aches in the best fucking way, reminding me of last night—of being passed between my men like a toy they couldn’t get enough of. The memory sends a shiver through me, and I stretch carefully, appreciative of the pleasant burn in my muscles.

Nico is already awake. His mismatched eyes lock with mine, and something in my chest tightens at the intensity of his gaze. Atlas and Killian are still passed out on either side of us, their breathing deep and even.

“Good morning, wife. Sei così bella,” Nico murmurs, his voice rough with sleep as he reaches out to brush my hair back from my face.

My heart skips. I’m not sure what that last part in Italian meant, but even after everything we’ve been through, hearing him call me ‘wife’ still affects me.

“Good morning, husband,” I whisper back, the word feeling weighted with meaning I can’t quite express.

His fingers trace down my jaw, leaving fire in their wake. “You know what I thought the first time I saw you?”

“That I was a threat?” I breathe, remembering how we started—enemies who would’ve happily killed each other if given half a chance.

He shakes his head, a small smile playing at his lips. “That you were dangerous. But not the way I expected.” His thumb brushes my lower lip. “I knew you’d fuck up everything I thought I had figured out.”

“And did I?”

“Completely.” His eyes burn with emotion as they hold mine. “And I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.”

Something deeper wells up inside me—three words that want to spill out. But they stick in my throat. Not yet. Maybe not ever. I swallow them back down, settling for pressing closer to him instead.

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