Page 154 of Princess of Vengeance

“It’s been too long since we played this game,” he says, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that makes me instantly wet. “And I know how much you love to be hunted.”

My heart beats against my ribs as Atlas and Nico pull out masks of their own—different styles but equally menacing in the dim, colorful lights of the funhouse.

“The rules are simple,” Nico says. “You run. We chase. And when we catch you?—”

“We’re going to fuck you senseless,” Atlas finishes. “Right here in front of the mirrors, so you can watch yourself getting fucked hard from every angle.”

A whimper escapes me, and the anticipation is making my skin tingle.

“You have a thirty-second head start,” Atlas says, his eyes already darkening with heat. “I suggest you use it.”

I don’t need to be told twice. With my heart pounding and desire coursing through my veins, I turn and run deeper into the funhouse, my own reflection multiplying around me as I navigate the maze of mirrors. I can hear them counting behind me, their voices echoing ominously through the space.

Every instinct in my body screams danger, but it’s the sweet, intoxicating kind—the thrill of being pursued by predators who worship me, who would tear apart anyone else who dared to touch me.

I duck around a corner, confronted by a dozen versions of myself—flushed cheeks, bright eyes, and lips parted inexcitement. Behind me, I hear them finish counting, and then the heavy tread of boots as they begin their hunt.

“Ready or not,” Killian’s voice echoes. “Here we come.”

My pulse is racing, and my mind is focused on finding the best hiding spots. There’s a dark, narrow passageway up ahead, and I dart through it, ducking low to avoid the streamers hanging from the ceiling. I’m halfway through the passage when strong arms suddenly grab me from behind.

“Got you.” Nico’s voice is rough and breathless in my ear. “And now we’re gonna fuck you.”

He lifts me into his arms and carries me to the nearest mirror, pressing my chest against its cool surface and forcing me to look at the two of us—him standing right behind me, his hands gripping my hips while I’m already panting and trembling.

Through the mirrors, I can see Atlas and Killian approaching from each side, both still wearing their masks and looking dangerous as fuck. The logical part of my brain knows I’m completely safe with these men—my men—but there’s another part that still wants to pretend otherwise.

Nico doesn’t take long to get my jeans and panties down around my thighs as he bends me over to brace against the mirror. I can feel the head of his cock teasing my pussy, and he’s already slick with precum.

“Fuck, mia cara,” he groans, rubbing his shaft between my folds, getting it nice and wet. “Look at you. All ready and willing for a masked stranger in the dark. So fucking wet and hot. Are you gonna take every inch of my cock?”

I moan, pushing back against him, desperate for more.

“Yes,” I gasp, and then he thrusts inside me, filling me in one smooth stroke.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Jesus, you feel so fucking good.”

He fucks me hard and fast, driving into me over and over again. Through the mirror, I can see Atlas and Killian watching, their hands moving between their legs as they stroke their cocks. The sight of them is enough to send me over the edge, and I come hard, crying out as the orgasm rips through me.

But Nico doesn’t stop, and neither do Atlas or Killian. They’re still watching, their cocks in their hands as Nico keeps fucking me.

“Come again,” Nico demands. “Come for me again, mia cara.”

It’s too much. Too intense. But somehow, I obey, coming for him a second time, my whole body shuddering as he fucks me.

“That’s right,” Nico growls. “Come all over my cock.”

He fucks me until I’m spent, until my knees are weak and my thighs are shaking. When he finally comes, it’s with a low groan, his cock pulsing inside me as he empties himself deep in my pussy.

As soon as Nico pulls out, I try to dart away again. I know I won’t get very far, especially with my pants around my thighs and cum leaking out of me, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to give in without at least a struggle.

They brought me here to chase me, and I’m all for it.

I actually make it a little farther this time, weaving through the mirrors and dodging hands that reach out to snatch me. It’s only when I make it back to the narrow passageway where Nico caught me the first time that I’m caught again.

Only this time, it’s not Nico’s hands grabbing me, but Killian’s.

He wraps one arm around my waist, hauling me against him, and spins me around so I’m facing him. The mask covers his face, but I can still see his eyes blazing with need.

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