Page 68 of Princess of Vengeance

“So good,” I gasp, trying to form coherent sentences with Nico’s cock stretching me to the limit. “Feels… oh, fuck… it feels like I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

“Not yet.” Nico slams into me again. “Not until I’ve fucked you hard. Not until you’ve screamed and begged and fallen apart on our cocks.”

“Please…”

His only response is to pound into me harder and faster, each stroke a little more brutal than the one before, until I’m gripping his shoulders and whimpering with each thrust.

“Yes,” he growls. “I love that little whimper, mia cara. Let’s see what else I can get from you.”

His next thrust is so deep and rough that my mouth opens but no sound comes out at all. It’s almost enough to push me over the edge.

Almost.

Nico seems to understand it a beat after my own brain figures it out. I need more. More than each of them individually fucking me.

I thought having all three of them right here, holding me and groping me and talking dirty would be more than enough, but I’m fucking greedy.

“Fuck, you’re not even teasing us anymore, are you?” Nico growls. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re still hungry for more, aren’t you? You want all three of us.”

“Yes.” The word comes out before I can even think to deny it. “I’m so hungry. So ready.”

He nods. “I know you are, mia cara. I just wanted to hear you say it out loud.” He turns to the other two, then motions toward the door. “Let’s get her out of here and dried off.” Leaning incloser to me, he adds in a rough voice, “And then we’re going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

They move together, so coordinated that they hardly need to speak as they ease me out of the shower and bundle me in towels—each of them drying part of my body until I’ve been thoroughly dried and caressed at the same time.

Being handled so carefully by the three of them is such a stark contrast to how roughly we’ve been fucking that I almost feel like I’m dreaming, that I’m floating high in the clouds instead of being carried into the bedroom.

There’s no way in hell I’d be holding off the PTSD right now without their help, and I can still feel it bubbling just under the surface. But damn, it’s so much easier to push back against it now that I’m here in their arms, where nothing feels dangerous or threatening or too intense.

Only when they gently set me down on the mattress and start to close in around me do I allow myself to drift back to reality.

“Now you’re going to give me what I need?” I ask, looking at each of them in turn. “You’re going to fuck me until?—”

“Until you can’t walk,” Nico reminds me.

“Until you can’t sit down for a couple of days,” Atlas adds.

“You just have to tell us how you want it,” Killian says. “Pleasure or pain?”

I don’t even have to think about the answer. “Both.”

He nods as heat flares in his eyes. “We can do that.”

Killian’s promise gets my attention, along with whatever he’s just pulled out of the drawer next to the bed. My first thought is that he’s going to fuck me with one of my own toys, but that can’t be right. They burned along with everything else in my father’s house when the place went up in flames.

“What is it?” I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me as I prop myself up on my elbows. “It looks like… a flashlight?”

Killian grins and moves between my legs, spreading them wide before teasing my clit with the plastic edge.

“It is.” He leans in to kiss me, then continues. “But that’s not what we’re gonna use it for.”

“What, then?”

“You’ll see.”

I don’t have time to argue or demand answers before Atlas claims my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.

“Don’t worry, vicious,” he murmurs, kissing me again. “You’ll love it.”

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