Bonds of Obsession (Pretty Ruthless Monsters #3)

5. Killian

5

KILLIAN

Quinn’s words go straight to my cock. I’m already achingly hard as I hold her against me, but her desperate begging and the raw need in her voice have me questioning myself and all my natural instincts.

There’s nothing—fucking nothing—I want more right now than to give her what she needs, but I’m conflicted in a way that I’m not used to.

“Please, Killian. I need you… need you to fuck me.” Her fingers tighten around my cock, giving a slight tug that has me gritting my teeth to hold back the instinctive thrust of my hips. “Fuck me hard.”

“I can’t—Jesus.” I shake my head as I grit out the words. “You have no fucking idea what you do to me.”

There’s a part of me that’s scared shitless by how much she gets to me. Usually, I’m so careful, completely in control. I keep a tight rein on my emotions and sure as hell keep control of my actions.

But with Quinn, that control is slipping. I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before—things I never wanted to feel. Things that leave me vulnerable and wide open.

What the fuck is happening to me?

I know how to compartmentalize, to keep a level head no matter how worked up I am. I know how to hold back, how to restrain myself, even when I’m being rough or dominant. But with Quinn, all of that goes out the window. It’s like she sees right through me, straight to the raw, visceral need.

Her fingers tighten more around my cock, and she gives a slow stroke that has me gritting my teeth. “Please, Killian,” she begs again, her breath coming in short gasps as Nico pounds into her. “I need you. Both of you.”

There’s a desperation in her voice that tears at something inside me. I know I have to hold back—that if I let go, I won’t be able to stop. Not even if she uses her safe word.

I’d try. Fuck, I’d try with everything I have in me. But I know myself. I know all the reasons why I have to stay in control.

Still, my cock twitches in her hand as I struggle to keep myself in check.

“Quinn, siren, I can’t—” I falter as she looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes glistening with tears. It undoes me, seeing her like this.

“Please, Killian. I trust you. I trust you with everything.” Her words are a punch to the gut, making me realize just how much she’s giving of herself, how much she’s offering to me.

Nico’s grunts fill the air as he thrusts into her, and it’s clear she’s feeling it too—making her bite her lip and squeeze her eyes shut with each hard impact.

“I won’t be able to stop,” I say, repeating my worries out loud for my own benefit as much as for hers. “I’ll lose control. I fucking know I will.”

“I don’t care. I need you. Both of you. I promise I can take it. Please, Killian. Don’t hold back. I need to feel it—pain and all.”

Her words snap something inside me. I can’t hold back anymore. All the pent-up wanting, the desperate need, the restraint—it all floods out as I let myself go, giving in to the beast that’s been straining at its leash.

I bite down on Quinn’s exposed neck, marking her, claiming her with my teeth just like I did with that tattoo gun. My cock is harder than it’s ever been, and I don’t even try to stop myself from grinding against her ass this time even though it’s making me more and more desperate to be inside her.

“Fuck, yes,” she groans, arching her back to give me better access, pushing her ass back against my straining cock.

I kiss and bite a path along her shoulder, while I grope and squeeze her breasts. She’s so fucking beautiful like this, giving in to the animal inside her just like Nico and I have already done.

“You like that, mia cara?” Nico grunts, his hips slamming into her, making her cry out. “Is he finally giving you what you need?”

“Yes,” she hisses, her fingers tightening in my hair, pulling me closer as if she can’t get enough of my mouth on her skin.

I nip at her ear, whispering, “Take it, siren. Take his cock. And you’d better be fucking ready to take mine.”

Quinn’s eyes widen and she gives a sharp nod. “Yes. Please.”

“Roll onto your back, Nico,” I say, not wanting to waste another second now that my mind is made up.

Nico stays buried inside her, but doesn’t ask any questions, rolling over with Quinn still straddling him. It’s a hot fucking sight to see—the two of them still connected, her riding his cock while he looks up and waits for me.

I tear off my clothes without taking my eyes off the two of them. Quinn’s mouth is open and her head is thrown back in pleasure, but she’s not fully satisfied. I can see it in the tense line of her shoulders and the way she bites her lip, trying to hold back her needy cries.

My cock throbs as I slide between her ass cheeks, needing to be inside her, to feel her around me so damn bad. I’m torn between wanting to savor this, to take it slow, and the need to satisfy the beast inside me. But that beast is unleashed now, and it’s demanding everything from her.

Her eyes snap open as I move, a sharp, conflicted cry falling from her lips. But I know she wants this. Needs it.

I position myself behind her, my cock pressed against her ass. With one hand, I reach down and slick my fingers with her arousal where it coats Nico’s cock, where she’s still connected to him.

She moans as I drag my fingers back and lube my own cock, and that’s all the preparation either of us is going to get.

In one smooth motion, I thrust forward, burying myself in her tight ass. She cries out, the sound hoarse and raw, her body tightening around me as I stretch her, filling her.

“Fuck, yes,” she moans, her head falling back as she gives herself over to the sensation. “Hurt me, Killian. Don’t hold back.”

Her words push me further, and I grip her hips, pulling her back to meet my thrusts, driving into her again and again. And no, I don’t hold back. I can’t, now that I’ve started.

There’s nothing gentle about the way we’re fucking her, with Nico in her pussy while I take her ass. It’s gotta hurt—it’s meant to hurt—and I think we all need it in our own fucked up ways.

“Fucking hell, your ass… so goddamn tight.” I grit out each word as I thrust harder and harder. “This ass is mine, siren. You hear me? Mine .”

“Yes,” she chokes out, pushing back to meet my thrusts, taking me even deeper. “All yours. Take it. Fuck me harder. Please, god.”

Nico’s fingers dig into her hips, holding her in place as he keeps up his relentless pace. His grunts mingle with Quinn’s breathy cries until that’s all I can hear, even over the guttural noises coming from my own throat.

I reach around, gripping her hip with one hand, and slide the other to her throat, holding her in place as I bury myself over and over again. My thumb strokes her pulse, feeling the wild beat of her heart as I fuck her.

“That’s it, take it,” I growl, my voice rough with my own need. “Take my cock, just like that.”

“Deeper, Killian,” she begs, arching her back, taking my length even deeper. “I can take more. Please, everything.”

Hearing her beg sends a bolt of possessiveness through me, and I thrust harder, slamming into her with an intensity that has her crying out all over again.

“Feel that, mia cara?” Nico grunts as he slams into her. “You’re taking it all. Both our cocks inside you at the same fucking time, filling you up.”

Hearing his words, feeling Quinn’s tight heat gripping me, sends me closer to the edge. I’m so fucking worked up, so wound up from the past twenty-four hours, that it’s not going to take much.

Quinn’s cry as she comes sends another jolt of heat through me, but I don’t stop. Can’t stop.

With a hoarse cry, she squeezes around me, her inner walls fluttering, milking my cock as she pulls Nico over the edge with her. He comes with a strangled groan, his cock throbbing inside her pussy.

But I still don’t stop.

“Killian, please,” she sobs, her body still shaking from her climax.

I’m close—so damn close—but I haven’t given her everything yet.

Over and over, I pull almost all the way out and push right back in again, ramming into her and connecting with her in a way that has to hurt but also must feel good on some level. If not, she wouldn’t be moaning and begging for more in between the sobs that are wracking her body.

“Fuck, yes,” I groan, feeling her tight heat squeezing me. “This is what you do to me, siren. You make me lose all control.”

Her cries fill the room, mixing with my grunts as Nico watches, spent, his cock still buried inside her pussy. I pull out for a moment and pull her ass cheeks apart, spreading her wide, then slam into her with everything I have.

“You’re mine,” I growl, leaning over her. “Say it. Tell me I own this ass.”

“Yours,” she chokes out. “All yours, Killian. Oh god, I don’t know if I can—you’re gonna make me come again.”

“Damn right,” I snarl, thrusting harder. “You’re gonna take it all. Every fucking inch of me. Then you’re gonna come all over his cock again.”

There’s a part of me that knows it’s too much, that this might be crossing a line, but something about Quinn has always brought out the primal side of me, made me want to claim her and mark her in every way possible. And now, with her begging and pleading, I can’t stop myself from giving in to those urges.

I lean over her, my chest pressing against her back, and slide my hand around her throat. My fingers squeeze gently at first, feeling the delicate skin and the pulse beating rapidly beneath my fingertips. Then I tighten my grip, cutting off her air supply just for a moment before releasing it with a rough exhale.

“You’re mine to take,” I growl, my thumb stroking her pulse point. “Mine to do whatever I want with.”

“Yes,” she whimpers, her body shaking as the muscles in her ass clench and tighten around me all over again. “Please, Killian. I need?—”

I tighten my grip a little more, holding her longer this time before releasing it and slamming into her. “You need what?”

“You,” she cries out, her voice hoarse and raw. “I need you. Need this.”

That’s all I wanted to hear.

Her words send me over the edge, and I come hard, growling her name as I fill her up. My cock twitches inside her, pulsing with each thrust as she comes again, screaming my name.

The three of us collapse into a tangle of limbs, our bodies still connected, sweaty and sated. For a while, we’re quiet. The only sound filling the room is our heavy breathing as we recover from the intense, rough sex.

But as my heart rate slows and my brain starts working again, I realize I’m crushing her. Usually, I’d be more mindful of my weight, but I guess I got too caught up in the moment.

“Shit,” I mutter, realizing my mistake.

I finally start to pull out of her ass, but she whimpers, her body tensing as if she’s in pain.

“I’ll take it easy,” I say, keeping my voice soft as I try to ease out of her slowly. I give her a moment to adjust, knowing that all of this must have been intense for her.

“It’s okay,” she says, although her voice is a little unsteady. “Just give me a second.”

I run my hand gently over her back, trying to soothe her even as I grit my teeth at the sensation of her tight heat squeezing me all over again. Slowly, I start to slide out, and she takes a sharp breath, her body arching as if she’s trying to pull me right back in.

Fuck, if she had any idea what she does to me…

“You okay?” I ask, unsure what that must have felt like for her but knowing it couldn’t have been completely pleasant.

“Yeah. Just a little sensitive.”

Once my cock is free, I collapse on the bed next to them, feeling completely wrecked. I’m exhausted, and my brain is still struggling to process everything that just happened.

I swing my legs off the bed and walk into the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and running it under warm water before wringing it out. When I get back, Quinn has rolled over onto her back, taking up most of the space I just vacated. She looks beautiful like this, sated and lax, and my chest squeezes tight at the sight even as my gut twists with some left over tension.

Gently, I start to clean her up, wiping her inner thighs before moving between her legs. Her breath catches as I tend to her abused pussy and ass, but she doesn’t protest. I go slow, giving her space and time to recover and reminding myself of how sore she must be.

Sitting back, I reach over to the nightstand for a glass of water. I take a swig and offer it to her. She pushes up on an elbow to take it, but Nico beats her to it, pressing the glass to her lips and tilting it for her. She drinks greedily, and when she’s done, he lowers the glass and presses a soft kiss to her mouth.

I’m not really a tender guy. But as I watch Nico tend to her—from the way he wipes her mouth to the kiss he presses to her lips—there’s a part of me that warms to it. I like seeing her taken care of like this.

But that doesn’t change the fact that nothing about what we just did was tender. It wasn’t gentle or careful. It was brutal.

She asked for it. Begged for it. But now that it’s over, now that the primal haze is lifting, I’m worried I pushed her too far.

Normally, when I push Quinn’s boundaries, there’s a certain level of control. It’s wild, it’s raw, but I never lose sight of her and her needs. Even in the heat of the moment, I’m always mindful of her comfort and pleasure above my own.

This time, it was different. There was no control. I didn’t hold back. I was almost feral in the way I took her, marking her, claiming her, and dominating her. It was a release of anger and grief and worry, a combination of lack of sleep and the aftermath of a damn-near death experience.

It was enough to make me lose myself in her, and I’m not sure how I feel about it now that the fog has cleared.