Page 73 of Princess of Vengeance

Killian is the first to let go, thrusting hard into me while he fills my ass with hot cum.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, leaning forward to kiss and nip at my shoulders and neck. “Jesus, you’re milking me dry.”

Atlas is the next to break, his thrusts speeding up until he’s filling me and calling out my name.

“Vicious. Fuck, vicious.” He grips my hips, thrusting even harder as his orgasm hits. “Goddammit,yes.”

Nico doesn’t take much longer. While the others are still holding me and fucking me, he leans back and rubs my clit with one hand while he pounds into me alongside Atlas’s spent cock.

“Fucking take it,” he grunts out a steady rhythm in time with his quick, shallow thrusts. “Take all of our cum.”

My pussy is already flooded, but he makes it even wetter, filling me and mixing with Atlas’s until it’s dripping out of me and coating all three of their cocks.

I’m sweating and trembling as they hold me, and it almost feels like time is standing still while all the pent up adrenaline slowly fades.

“Are you okay?” Nico asks, cupping my face.

“Yes. Better than okay,” I promise, offering a weak smile as he slowly starts to pull out of me.

“You did such a good job,” he says, leaning in to kiss me one more time before carefully extracting himself from the tangle of arms and legs. “You did so well.”

“That was fucking amazing,” Atlas murmurs, taking a kiss of his own before leaving me with just Killian still inside my ass.

Slowly, gently, as if I’m the most precious thing in the world, he pulls out of me. But instead of letting me go, he holds me in his arms and kisses the top of my head. “I knew you could take it. You really are a Princess of Carnage.” He slides out from under me and lowers me onto the bed. “And fuck, you look so perfect like this—blissed out with our cum running out of your tight little holes. Makes me wanna shove my cock back inside you and fuck you all over again.”

I can’t help but smile. “You know I’d let you.”

As I look up at the three of them and see their love reflected back at me, I feel a wave of emotion rise up so suddenly and unexpectedly that tears are rolling down my cheeks before I even realize what’s happening.

I can’t think clearly enough to find the words I need right now, or I’d tell them how much they each mean to me and how thankful I am that they saved me—not just from Malcolm, but in so many other ways as well.

Instead, all I can do is let out a deep, wracking sob.

26

NICO

Quinn looksup at me first, then at Atlas and Killian, her lips curving into that tired, fucked-out smile I’ve been dreaming about since that bastard took her away.

And then she starts to cry.

Not quiet tears. These are gut-wrenching sobs that wreck her entire body. They rip out of her like she’s been holding this shit in for fucking years.

My first thought is that we’ve taken things too far. That we’ve pushed her body past its breaking point and she was too far gone to tell us.

I ease myself down onto the bed next to her. I want more than anything to pull her into my arms, but I’m hesitant to move her too forcefully if she’s in pain. “Fuck, mia cara, what is it? Did we hurt you?”

Atlas and Killian crowd in immediately, looking as panicked as I feel. Killian grabs her hand while Atlas pushes her hair back, showing that softness he pretends he doesn’t have.

“No,” she chokes out between sobs, shaking her head. “It’s not you. You didn’t hurt me. Not more than I wanted. It’s…” Her voice breaks, and she can’t finish.

But she doesn’t fucking need to. I can see the problem now.

My jaw locks so hard I nearly crack a tooth. I run my fingers over the marks on her arm—the clear outline of some asshole’s grip pressed into her skin.

“Is it because of these?” I try to keep my voice low, but there’s no hiding the fact that I’m ready to fight whoever did this. Ready to kill.

Atlas and Killian go completely still beside me as they spot the bruises.

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