Page 76 of Atlas Uncharted

"You were right, I’m going to keep being me, but fuck it. Posting that made me feel better. Now we are all going down in flames together.”

Chapter 56

Kairi

Atlas’s face was unreadable, but I felt the fury vibrating off him, curling around me like a tangible thing. Hours had passed and he hadn’t said a word since I posted Ashlen’s pictures. Not a single fucking word. And that silence was worse than yelling. But I didn’t care. I did what I thought was right.

“I told you not to do it,” Atlas’s voice was tight.

Grabbing my waist, he flipped me over onto the bed so fast my breath caught. His weight pressed down on me, his mouth at my ear.

“You don’t fucking listen,” he murmured, his voice low, dangerous.

I swallowed hard. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head.

“You think you can do whatever you want with no consequences?” he asked, his voice dark. “That there’s not a price for fucking ignoring me?”

I arched against him, feeling the thick press of his arousal through his jeans. Fuck. I was already soaked. Already aching.

“I don’t regret it,” I said breathlessly.

Atlas let out a low chuckle, but there was no humor in it. “You will.”

His mouth was on mine before I could talk more shit, his tongue pushing past my lips, his kiss rough, unrelenting. He bit my bottom lip, just hard enough to sting, before yanking my leggings down. He flipped me over onto my stomach, one big hand pressing down on the center of my back.

Then—smack.

A sharp, stinging slap against my ass.

I gasped, my pussy flooded instantly.

“Maybe if I fuck the attitude out of you, you’ll start listening.” His palm came down again, firmer this time. My thighs clenched, my breath shuddering as he spread my pussy open, teasing me with his fingers. I was soaked, saturated. Atlas had been angry all day, and now that Dion was sleeping, he was taking it out on my body. I wouldn’t admit it out loud, but I liked him like this—wild, unfiltered.

He pulled me up onto my knees and pressed my face into the mattress. He trailed his tongue down my spine, between my ass cheeks—if he wasn’t holding me up, my knees would have buckled. He licked his way back up. My pussy started getting wetter and wetter.

Then I felt his dick pushing against my pussyhole, and then he was sliding inside me, slow and deep, pushing until he was all the way in. My fingers clenched the sheets as I sucked in a breath—he was stretching me, filling me completely. It was almost unbearable.

He didn’t let me adjust. He was fucking mad, and it showed. His hands gripped my hips, his thrusts were deep and punishing. I moaned into the mattress, pleasure and pain blurring together.

“You don’t get to ignore me when I tell you something,” he growled, his fingers tightening in my hair.

The arch in my back had me spread wide open for him.

I wanted to fight back, to say something slick, but I could barely form words. My body was melting, my skin on fire.

Then—my phone started ringing.

I ignored it. Atlas kept going, his pace relentless, his grip unforgiving.

I gripped the comforter, cracking my knuckles.

The phone rang again.

And again.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Atlas muttered, pulling out abruptly, leaving my ass in the air and my face in the pillow. I let out a whimper, my body aching for him. He grabbed my wrist, shoving my phone into my hand.

“Who the fuck is that?” he demanded.

---