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by
Eva Ashwood
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November 23 - December 6, 2024
If you’ve ever dreamed of morally gray masked men chasing you into a graveyard, fucking you like dark gods, and making you beg for mercy… Nico, Killian, and Atlas are waiting for you. Now spread those pages like a good girl.
“Then it’s a good thing Atlas and Killian always have my back. Tell me, Quinn. Who has yours?”
“I know you do. I can feel how fucking wet you are. How you’re throbbing with need for me. I could push two fingers into your soaking pussy and you’d gush all over my hand, wouldn’t you?”
“This is where you belong,” he says, sounding satisfied. “On your back for me, hair spread out, cheeks flushed. A perfect little slut who wants to get fucked so badly. You can run from me all you want, siren, but your body doesn’t lie. I know you’re desperate for this.”
“I can feel you trying to hold back,” he growls. “You don’t want to come for me?” He snorts. “Do you really think you have a choice about that? I can make you feel so fucking good, you’ll forget how much you hate me. You’re my wife, Quinn. What’s yours is mine, remember? Your orgasm belongs to me, and I fucking want it.”
“Hai il sapore del più dolce degli errori,” I say in Italian, the words falling from my lips unconsciously.
“You taste like the sweetest mistake”
“No. I want to take you bare. I want to see my cum dripping out of this pretty pussy after I destroy it. After I show you who it belongs to.”
“Sarà molto interessante essere sposati con te, mia piccola e bellissima nemica.”
It will be very interesting to be married to you, my little and beautiful enemy
“Sei così avida, mia cara.” He says something in Italian, laughing darkly. “Non preoccuparti. Ti darò quello che ti serve.”
“Your so greedy, my dear”
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need”
Living with the three Princes, being trapped in such close proximity with them all week, has had me in a state of low key arousal for days. They’re all too fucking handsome for their own good, brutally gorgeous and mysterious, and I can’t seem to get any of them out of my head or out from under my skin.
“You’re not weak, siren,” I tell her. “I’ve watched you for months, and I know how strong you are.”
“Sembri una dea, mia cara. Potresti tentare anche un monaco a peccare.”
You look like a goddess, my dear. You could even tempt a monk to sin.
“Quid est flos dulcissimus in horto?” “Non flos, sed fructus,” I answer back, reciting the phrase I memorized.
"What is the sweetest flower in the garden?" "Not a flower, but a fruit,"
“Festum in fructu, bibere sucus,”
"Feast on the fruit, drink the juice,"
“Do we need to have a designated place in the house for miscellaneous body parts?” Nico asks. “Is this going to be a thing?” “Please, no. I don’t think I can handle that,” Atlas groans. “I’m all for chopping someone’s hands off if they deserve it, but can we leave them outside?”
🤣 only these boys
“You’re soaking wet,” he growls. “It’s from the rain,” I snap back, my voice hoarse.
😂
