Page 145 of Princess of Vengeance

The sight of them is enough to take my breath away, and I tug against the restraints, wanting to reach for them, wanting to touch them.

“Make sure you get a good look,” Killian says with a hint of a smirk on his lips as he reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out my sleeping mask. “It might be a while before we let you see anything again.”

“What?” It takes my brain an extra second or two to catch up. “Are you seriously going to?—”

Instead of answering with words, he slides the mask over my head, using it as a blindfold and plunging my whole world into darkness.

I clamp my mouth shut, but can’t hold back a throaty moan when I feel something cold between my breasts. It’s just a tiny point, like a fingernail or a… a knife.

“Oh, shit.” I suck in a sharp breath. “Is that my knife?”

“Maybe,” Killian answers, applying just enough pressure to confirm my suspicions before dragging it down to my stomach.

He isn’t cutting me, just teasing, and I start to writhe on the bed as they drag the point of that knife lower and lower.

“Oh, god,” I whimper. “Oh god, please more.”

But just as I’m begging for more, the sensation goes away. I don’t even have time to question them, though, before a whole new sensation hits me. It’s blunt and cool, but not cold and sharp like the blade of the knife, and it’s pressing against my clit so insistently that I can only lie there and take it with my mouth hanging open.

“Yeah,” I hear Atlas’s voice from between my legs. “Look at that pretty little clit throb against that knife handle. I fucking love it.”

It touches me again, sending another jolt of pure pleasure through me.

“I think she wants more of it,” Nico says as the handle teases all around my clit before pressing directly against it again and making me see stars. “Do you want more, mia cara?”

“More, yes, please,” I moan, thrusting my hips in the hopes of getting just a little more pressure.

Atlas presses the tip of the knife handle just inside me, and fuck, that’s exactly what I need.

“Oh fuck, please.” I try to push down onto it, but my restraints won’t allow it. “Fuck, please. I need it.”

“Don’t worry,” he says, working it in and out of me a little more with each thrust. “We’ve got you.”

“Your pussy is so fucking wet, siren,” Killian says.

“Fucking dripping for us,” Nico adds.

The knife handle goes deeper, and then I feel something wet against my clit. Something warm and wet and fucking amazing tapping and lapping and swirling against that little bundle of nerve endings that’s threatening to make me come completely undone.

“Jesus,” I cry. “Fuck… I can’t, it’s too much.”

“Not too much,” Nico assures me. “You can take it, mia cara.”

“That’s right,” Atlas growls, “I’m gonna make you come with this fucking knife handle.”

I’m almost there already. The pressure is building and building, and the way someone’s tongue is swirling over my clit is bringing me closer and closer.

“So close,” I pant. “God, yes.”

Killian leans down to whisper in my ear. “We’re gonna give you everything you need, siren. We’re gonna keep you safe and protected and fucking satisfied until you can’t even remember your own name.”

I’m so fucking close. I’m teetering right on the edge, and I can’t hold it back any longer.

“You’re ours,” Nico says. “Say it, mia cara.”

“Yours,” I cry, unable to hold back anymore. “Fuck, I’m coming, I’m yours!”

All three of them work together, licking and touching and kissing me through it, until the last tremors of pleasure finally subside and I’m a boneless, gasping mess.

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