Page 27 of While You Sleep

I nodded, powerless to do anything else.

His finger slid from my pussy, and I whimpered my protest. He ignored me and quickly dragged down my zipper, helping me out of my dress, and again, I let him. I had nothing on underneath except my panties. My skin was feverish, every part of me on fire, desperate for release. He crowded me, walking me back until my legs hit his bed.

“Lie down.”

Again, I obeyed, and my overheated skin felt so incredibly good against the cool, crisp cotton. He gripped my panties and dragged them down my legs, tossing them aside. I lay there bared to him, panting, uncaring as I watched him remove his jacket and drop it over the back of one of the chairs, unable to look away as he undid his shirt, revealing smooth, muscled, inked skin.

He kicked off his shoes and socks and climbed onto the bed in only his trousers, hovering above me as those unsettling eyes raked over my trembling, naked body. “So fucking beautiful,” he said, then he leaned in and kissed me. “You’ve pleased me, Soph, so much.”

My head was spinning. I should be saying no, I should be shoving him away, fighting this, but I was turned on beyond reason, confused, and desperate for him to keep talking. All the things he was saying were at odds with that look in his eyes, but I craved more. He was a freaking psycho and a murderer, but no one had ever spoken to me that way and I craved it. God, I felt as if I’d been starved my whole life and he was the only one who knew how to ease this all-encompassing hunger inside me.

The kiss was so deep, my toes curled and the throb between my thighs intensified. I let them fall wide, asking without words for him to give me more. I needed him to touch me right the hell now or I might actually cry. He kissed his way down my neck, my chest, his beard tickling my skin, sucking one of my nipples deep into his mouth. I jolted under him, making an unintelligible sound. His hips were hovering above mine, not giving me the contact I was silently, shamefully, begging for. He gripped my breast in his hand, the hold was rough, bruising, but his mouth was so gentle, his soft sucks and slow licks driving me wild. I lifted my hips, trying to reach him, but his other hand was at my hip holding me down.

“Please.” The word burst from me without my say-so.

He lifted his head, looking down at me. “Please what?” he said as he slid his thumb back and forth over my now oversensitized nipple.

“T-touch me.” I hated myself for begging for anything from this man, but if I didn’t come soon, I didn’t know what I’d do. I felt as though I might vanish completely, just cease to exist.

“I am touching you, Soph,” he said, eyes dark now, glittering.

I felt tears well in my eyes, my mind and body were at odds, I was spinning out of control and didn’t know how to stop it. Getting up and walking away maybe, but I couldn’t do it. “Please,” I said again, instead of giving him the words he wanted.

“I can’t help you unless you tell me what you want, pet. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

The enforcer stared down at me, but it was Dean’s voice coming out of his mouth, and the fucked-up part of me that ached for this monster loved it. “Make me c-come. Please, I…need it.”

“That’s it. Now you get a reward.” Watching me intently, he lifted to his knees and ran his hands down the insides of my thighs. He dipped his gaze, to my exposed pussy, and slid his thumb through the center, over my heated, slick flesh. “It pleases me when you tell me what you need, when you show me.” He teased my entrance, and my inner muscles clenched all on their own, wringing a gasp from me.

Cillian bent over me, kissing my stomach, right below my belly button, then he carried on down. My face went up in flames. I tried to slam my legs closed. His beard scraped my thighs and I gasped for breath. His fingers dug into my flesh and he held me wide, closing his mouth over me.

My hips jerked and my back arched, a cry bursting from me as he swiped his tongue through my pussy and sucked my clit. Then he stayed right there, working the bundle of nerves in a way that told me he knew exactly what he was doing. I wanted his fingers inside me again, but he only teased my entrance, not sliding inside. Pushing me closer and closer to orgasm, but still withholding.

He reached up and squeezed one of my breasts as he flicked and sucked my clit, and my inner muscles spasmed, clamping down on nothing as I came so hard, light danced across my eyes. My hips had a life of their own as I cried out, rocking against his mouth, riding it until I’d taken every ounce of pleasure I could.

Panting, I opened my eyes when his weight left me.

Cillian stood over me, yanking the front of his pants open, then shoving them and his underwear down past his hips. I gasped, reality slapping me in the face. He took himself in hand and crawled between my spread thighs, dragging the head over my sensitive clit.

“No.” The word burst from me. Yes, I was naked, wet, and spread wide—god, I still ached for more—but I didn’t want that, not with him.

He stilled. “I will fuck you, pet, you’re just putting off the inevitable, you know that even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself.”

I shook my head. “I said no.”

Cillian stayed where he was, his gaze on mine, then moving over my naked body. Then he grabbed my head, turning it to the side, and held his open palm below my mouth. “Spit.”

“What? No—”

“Spit or I fuck you.”

I quickly did what he said and spat into his hand. He wrapped it around his hard length and started stroking. His cock was long and thick and veiny. His fist tightened around the head with every upward stroke, giving it a little twist, and his abs tightened with every stroke. The ring I’d slid on his finger earlier glinted as his hand moved, and the weight of mine suddenly became unbearable.

His nostrils flared. “You came so good for me, Sophia, but I know your pussy’s still aching. I know how badly it wants to be fucked.”

He was jerking off, right there between my spread thighs. It was messed up, I should be pushing him away, running to the bathroom and locking myself in, but I couldn’t look away as his strokes quickened, as his cheeks darkened and his chest pumped harder.

He dropped forward, to his elbows, hovering above me, slamming his hips down on mine, not pushing inside me but trapping his cock between us.

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