Chapter Fourteen-Atlas
I drive into her hard enough to knock the breath from her lungs.
Her back arches, hands still pinned above her head, breasts trembling with every ragged gasp she takes.
God, she’s tight.
“So fucking perfect. This pussy was made for me.”
Hot. Wet. Tight.
Such a good girl, clenching around me like her body already knows exactly who it belongs to.
I pull out slow, dragging every thick inch against her slick walls until she whimpers, then I slam into her again—harder.
“Atlas—!”
Her voice breaks on my name, and I swear I feel that sound in my bones.
“You think you get to tell me no?” I growl, hips snapping, punishing and claiming at once.
“You think you can run around half-naked for a beach full of men and I’ll just smile and say thank you?”
Her nails dig into the pillow.
She’s shaking, her thighs quivering around my hips as I thrust again, deeper this time, until the head of my cock grinds against that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back.
“No—you don’t get to do that, Cece,” I whisper against her throat. “Not anymore. Not when you’re mine.”
She’s panting, eyes dark and glassy, lips swollen from my kiss. Her body moves without thought, meeting every hard thrust, desperate and greedy and perfect.
“Say it,” I command, biting the soft skin beneath her ear. “Say you’re mine.”
She shakes her head, but her body betrays her—tightening, clenching around me like she’s already coming undone.
“That’s alright,” I tell her, voice a violent sort of calm. “Your mouth can lie. Your body can’t.”
I shift, hooking my arms under her knees and lifting her hips so her ass is off the bed. Now her legs are wide open, spread for me, the position obscene and gorgeous and mine to devour.
She gasps—helpless—when I pound into her again, deeper than before.
“Oh my God—Atlas—”
Her voice is breaking, breathless, ruined.
I feel her pulsing around me, that telltale shiver that means she’s close. Too close.
I slow—just enough to make her whine.
Her hands fight the order, wrists twitching like she wants to touch me, to hold on, to drag me deeper.
“No,” I say, grabbing her wrists one-handed and pinning them harder above her head. “You come the way I tell you to.”
“Please,” she whispers, voice soaked in want.
Everything inside me snarls at the sound.
She’s begging.
Fucking begging.
I lower my mouth to her nipple, flicking the metal barbell with my tongue, and thrust again—deep and slow, dragging her right to the edge but not letting her fall.
Her whole body is trembling.
“Say you’ll ask me before you swim,” I murmur against her skin.
She groans—frustrated, desperate, furious.
I smile.
She’s mine.
I thrust harder—sharp, punishing strokes that make her cry out. Her eyes squeeze shut, head thrown back, curls wild against the pillow.
She’s breaking for me.
Falling apart for me.
I pull out suddenly, and she sobs—an angry, shattered sound.
“Why—?”
I grab her hips and flip her in one fluid move, pulling her onto her knees, ass in the air, her face pressed into the pillow.
I grip her tattooed hip—right over the Viper’s tail—and push inside her again, bottoming out with one brutal stroke.
She screams.
I groan.
And everything in me goes feral.
“This,” I snarl, hips slamming into her tight heat, “is mine.”
Her nails tear at the sheets. Her back arches. Her ass bounces off my hips with every violent thrust.
I lean over her, voice low and lethal against her ear.
“You come when I say.”
“Atlas—please—please—let me come!”
I tighten one hand in her hair and pull her head back just enough for her to breathe.
“Ask me before you swim.”
Her breath shatters.
Her body convulses.
“I—” she chokes out, voice trembling, “I’ll ask.”
“Again.”
“I’ll ask! I’ll ask you next time—I swear—”
That’s it.
I reach for her pussy, sliding my fingers through her slick, and I slam into her once, twice as I roll that little piercing through my fingers.
Her pussy clamps down all around me, and her orgasm rips through her body—violent and uncontrollable.
She screams into the sheets, thighs shaking, pussy squeezing me so hard I almost lose it.
“Good girl,” I growl, pounding through her climax until I feel mine climbing, fast and explosive.
I pull out and push her flat against the bed, flipping her onto her back so I can see her face when I fall apart.
Her eyes are wide.
Raw.
Dazed.
I slide in deep—one final thrust—and my release hits so hard I swear my vision whites out. Hot pulses flood into her, thick and endless, and she wraps her legs around my waist, holding me inside her like she’s afraid I’ll disappear.
I collapse over her, breathing hard against her neck, her heartbeat thrashing against mine.
It takes a long moment before either of us can speak.
“I don’t know what you want from me,” she whispers.
When I find it, my voice is rough and certain.
“That answer’s easy, kardhoúla. I want it all.”
She swallows hard, chest rising against mine as I wrap my hand around her throat using my thumb to force her gaze upward when she would’ve looked down.
“You’re mine now.”