Page 66 of Princess of Vengeance

“Let me wash you,” I say quietly.

She nods again, leaning back slightly in my arms to give me some room to move. I soap up my hands and run them over her shoulders and back, washing away the sweat and fear, along with whatever traces of Malcolm might still be lingering. I’m careful around the bruises even though the rage hasn’t stopped building inside me.

“What do you need right now?” I ask her once I’ve rinsed the soap from her skin. “Anything. Just name it.”

Her eyes finally meet mine fully, and I’m thankful that the panic has receded enough for me to see her—the real her—looking back at me. Her fingers reach up to trace my jawline, and that simple touch is all it takes to send an electric jolt through my body.

“Kiss me,” she whispers. They’re the first clear, coherent words she’s spoken since she got here.

She never has to ask for that. Never.

Her lips are the only ones that have ever touched mine. She’s the only woman who has broken through the emptiness inside me. She’s the only one I’ll ever want.

I brush my thumb across her bottom lip, checking one more time that she’s really present, and really asking for this. When she leans into my touch, I know she is.

I claim her mouth with mine, hard and deep, pouring everything I can’t say into this moment. I kiss her like I’m trying to erase every shitty second she’s spent away from us, every second that bastard had his hands on her.

She responds immediately, her lips parting under mine as her fingers move through my wet hair. She kisses me back with the same desperate intensity, and I feel something inside her finally let go.

I angle my head, taking the kiss deeper as my hands slide down her back to pull her tighter against my body.

“You need him to fuck you, don’t you?” Nico asks her, and we’re all rewarded with one of her needy, throaty moans. The sound goes straight to my cock, and I know she really does need this even more than I do.

“Yeah,” Atlas adds, his eyes fixed on her body. “Grind against his cock, vicious. Show him how badly you want it.”

She doesn’t hesitate. Her hips rock forward, rubbing her pussy against the length of my cock as her nails dig into my shoulders.

I groan against her lips, loving that she’s already so slick and wet as she teases the tip of my cock.

“Fuck me,” she says, her words coming out breathless and desperate. “Please, Killian.”

That’s all I need to hear.

I grab her ass with both hands and lift her up so I can slide right into her tight, eager pussy. Then I let her drop slowly onto my cock, burying myself balls-deep inside her.

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QUINN

God,yes.

This is exactly what I need, and my body knew it before my brain did. This feeling—being in Killian’s arms with his thick cock stretching me as he slides into my pussy—is what I was craving when I forced myself to practically crawl to the front door of this house.

I was craving this closeness, this connection, this simple understanding. I just didn’t realize it was a life or death need until now.

But the fact that I’m not even sure how I ended up here tells me I was almost gone. I don’t know if I would’ve made it out of that downward spiral if my men hadn’t been right here to pick me back up again and make me whole.

He kisses me hard as he rocks into me, fucking me against the wall of the shower with my legs wrapped around his waist.

“That’s it,” Killian grunts. “I fucking love the way you moan while you ride my cock. And Jesus, you ride it so damn well. Get a little louder now so my brothers can hear you.”

He lifts me up and then slams me down again, fucking me impossibly deeper as I become aware of Nico and Atlas watching us from a few feet away.

“You like it when Killian fucks your tight pussy, don’t you?” Nico asks. “I bet you can take a lot more too.”

“Damn right she can,” Atlas agrees. “That pretty pussy can take all three of us, one after another, and still stay tight as fuck.”

I hate that they’re so far away. It seems like every time I get close to them, the universe throws another barrier between us.

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