Page 147 of Princess of Vengeance

“Fuck,” I breathe.

“Now, the real fun begins.”

I’m not quite ready for it when he brings the blade down and starts slicing. The pain is intense and immediate, and I scream.

But Atlas doesn’t stop. He keeps going, pressing the blade a little deeper, carving a little harder, until finally, the pain morphs into pleasure, and I’m a sobbing, writhing mess on the bed.

“Yes,” I gasp, not even fully aware of what I’m saying. “Fuck, yes. Please, Atlas, please.”

“Fuck, siren,” Killian groans. “I could listen to you beg all night.”

“I could too,” Atlas says. “But I’m too fucking close to coming to wait that long.”

Just as he’s finishing his mark, I feel the wave of my orgasm crash over me. The sound that comes out of my mouth is a strangled, desperate noise, and then there’s a rush of wetness between my thighs as I come harder than I’ve come in a long fucking time.

“Good girl,” Killian whispers in my ear, holding me close. “Our perfect fucking girl.”

I can’t help the sob that escapes my throat as he pulls the blindfold from my eyes. The bedroom is dark, so it doesn’t take long for my eyes to adjust. Nico has disappeared, but comes right back with a damp cloth to wipe away the blood that’s smeared across my breast. And when he does, I see three perfect marks, even better than they were before I put that ugly line through them.

“Thank you,” is all I can manage to say as an unexpected rush of emotion hits me.

I love these men. These crazy, dangerous, beautiful men who would die for me. Who would kill for me.

Nico tosses the washcloth aside and climbs back into bed beside me. I’m a sweaty, bloody, sticky mess, and yet I’ve never felt more beautiful.

“Now I think we need to pick up where we left off before,” he says. “Somewhere between ‘oh, god,’ and ‘please, more.’”

I can’t help but smile, but it fades to a hungry look of my own as my eyes settle on the hard length of his cock. He’s started stroking it—they’ve all three started stroking, now that I’m looking—and they’re all three closing in, positioning themselves over me as they jerk off.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last long,” Atlas groans, towering over me and pumping his dick with both hands. “Seeing you like this…”

“Like what?” I gasp, loving the way he’s looking at me. Like he’s starving and I’m the last meal on earth.

“Completely ours.” His lips curl back into a snarl, and his eyes darken.

“Ours,” Nico reiterates, and the way he’s looking at me, the way his cock is leaking precum, it’s obvious he’s not far behind Atlas.

Killian just growls, his gaze fixed on my core. “Spread wider for us, siren. Fuck, let me see that tight pussy.”

I do as he says, spreading my legs and lifting my knees, offering myself to him and the others. “Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that.”

His words are strained, and then the first shot of cum lands hot and wet on my belly, followed by the next, and the next.

Atlas’s face is a grimace, his hands pumping fast and hard, and his dick shoots more ropes of cum onto me, covering my chest and stomach.

And Nico holds himself back until the end, letting out a deep, guttural groan, and adds his release to the rest.

Watching the three of them unload on me is enough to push me over the edge again, and I come for a third time as they all watch.

The three of them undo my restraints and then collapse onto the bed around me, arms and legs intertwined.

“Mine,” Killian whispers, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder.

“Ours,” Atlas adds, kissing my thigh.

“Ours,” Nico agrees, and kisses my cheek.

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