Page 28 of While You Sleep

I pushed at his chest. “I said, no.”

“And I’m not going to force you,” he said as he rocked his hips back, then dragged his cock through my slit, working it between our tightly pressed-together bodies.

Every stroke teased my already sensitive clit, and god help me, I felt another orgasm building. I opened my mouth to protest, and he kissed me again, licking into my mouth, a deep kiss that wiped my mind of everything except what was happening between my thighs.

He moved faster, ground harder. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said against my lips.

Like an obedient dog, I did it, too caught up in my impending orgasm to even think about refusing. He lifted to his hands. “Look between our bodies,” he growled. “Look what you’ve done to me, Sophia.”

I did. I looked down past his straining chest and flexing abs to his cock, fat and dark, glistening with my juices, spreading my pussy wide as he thrust against me. The sight undid me, pushing me over the edge. I jerked and cried out, coming a second time. That had never happened to me before.

Cillian’s cock throbbed against me, and he came all over my stomach. He pressed his face to my throat, sucking hard on my neck, his teeth grazing my flesh, and groaned low, lifting goose bumps all over me.

“That’s my good girl,” he said against my ear. Dean was gone and Cillian was back, and my pussy spasmed at the sound of his rough voice praising me in that Irish accent.

I’d barely caught my breath and he lifted off me, climbing from the bed. Grabbing his shirt, he cleaned himself, then tossed it on the bed beside me. I lay there, shaken, unable to move as he tucked himself away and did up his pants. Then, grabbing a new shirt, he tugged it on and said, “I need to take care of some things.” His voice was different now, harder. There was no sign of Dean anymore. Cillian had put him away again. “Shower’s through there if you want one.”

Then he turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.

I blinked up at the ceiling. What the hell had I done?

What the hell was wrong with me that I let him do those things without any real resistance? Cillian O’Rourke was the worst kind of monster, capable of killing his own brother, and possibly his father as well, who had admitted he would have killed mine if he’d been told to without a second thought, all to gain more power. The kind of man who became someone else completely to manipulate others and to get what he wanted.

I didn’t know who I was going to get when he walked back through that door, but I had to be ready.

Shoving off the bed, I rushed to the bathroom, desperate to wash him off, to wash away what I’d just done. I turned on the shower and stepped in, letting the hot water pour over me. I reached for the body wash and paused. Vanilla Breeze. This was the one I used. What the heck was it doing in Cillian’s shower? It was only available online, all-natural ingredients and made by a small business I discovered when Fiona and I stayed at an Airbnb for a girls’ trip.

The bottle sat beside another one, more generic, the one Cillian obviously used because unlike this one, it had been used. There was shampoo and conditioner as well, the salon brand I always bought. He’d literally been in my apartment once, and there sure as hell hadn’t been time for him to check out what was in my shower.

Unease filled me as I quickly washed and got out.

I was being silly. When he had someone pack up my stuff, they obviously saw what I used. But why did he care? This seemed at odds with the man who’d just walked out of the bedroom. What the hell was he playing at?

Grabbing my toiletry bag from the suitcase in the walk-in-closet, I brushed my teeth and washed off the makeup Celeste had put on me. I reached for a towel and froze…they were identical to mine, same brand, same dove-gray color. What was this? Another one of his mind games?

The unease crawled back, and I wrapped my arms around myself.

Cillian was a master manipulator, even worse than my father, this wasn’t some olive branch or a kindness to make me feel more at home. How could it be when he didn’t know the meaning of the word?

I couldn’t drop my guard like I just had around him ever again.

He was far too dangerous.

Chapter Ten

Sophia

I’d spent most of the morning unpacking.

Did I want to unpack? Hell no. I spent all day yesterday avoiding any activity that would be seen as settling in.

But Cillian had ordered me to do just that before he’d walked out of the bedroom this morning.

He’d come back to the room sometime during the night, showered, then stood beside the bed. I’d kept my eyes firmly shut, pretending I was asleep. The very idea of looking into those cold-blooded eyes sent a shiver through my entire body. I’d lain there utterly still, holding my breath, pretending to sleep. I was still emotionally battered from what we’d done and wasn’t ready to face him again so soon, not after the humiliating way my body had betrayed me. He’d stood there, watching me, for far too long before he’d finally gotten into bed beside me, and as soon as his breathing evened out, I’d dragged a blanket to the chair by the unlit fire. I’d tried to stay awake, scared what would happen if I had an attack, but I’d been exhausted. I’d woken still in the chair and injury-free, so that was something, I guess, but I’d been startled to find him looming over me, watching me again. He ordered me to unpack when I blinked up at him and walked out.

I’d found my way to the kitchen a couple of hours ago and made breakfast and a cup of coffee. I didn’t know if Cillian was still in the house, but I found myself tiptoeing around, afraid I’d rouse the monster from wherever he was right now and give him cause to come looking for me.

Goose bumps lifted all over me when a sensory memory rushed out of nowhere, feeling way too real, like his hands, hot and rough, were grabbing my flesh, gliding over my skin, wrapped around my throat. I shook it off and searched the drawer by the front door. My car keys weren’t among my things that Celeste had packed, but I needed my computer, my tablet—I had work to do, clients waiting, deadlines to meet.

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