Page 45 of Darkest Sin

It looks like a “Dildos R Us” superstore in here.

Every shape, size, and color stares back at me. Little guys for those casual late nights right up to the monster cocks that literally look as though they were designed straight from some alien life form.

Six inches. Eight. Ten.

Holy fuck! Is that twelve? There’s no way that would physically fit inside a woman, not without it puncturing a lung.

Curiosity gets the best of me, and I can’t help but pull them all out and line them up across my bedroom floor like some kind of dick shrine, but I can’t decide if I should arrange them by size or color. I could turn this room into a whole dick rainbow.

God, just imagine all the fun I could have in here, though I don’t know what I’m expected to do with all of these. I only have a handful of holes. Just one would have sufficed. Or two. Maybe three. A girl needs a little variety in her life.

BUT SEVENTEEN? This is just ridiculous. Though there’s no denying that a few of them are sparking just a little curiosity. I can’t say I’ve ever fucked an alien before, but looking at the massive cock with all the angles, curves, and a base thicker than my fist, it makes me wonder what kind of rollercoaster it could take me on.

Once all the dildos are spread out in my room, I notice the array of vibrators that also fill the drawer, and my mind goes into overdrive. Did Killian put all of these in here or did he have Krista do it for him? Oh God, I hope not.

Did she personally pick out the massive alien cock?

I can imagine her scanning over it and thinking to herself, Yes, this is the perfect fit for Chiara.

Holy shit. I’ll never be able to look her in the eye again. What kind of sexual deviant does she think I am? I mean, fuck. I know I allowed Killian to take me any way he wanted, but I assumed that was information that only the both of us were privy to. Unless the walls aren’t quite as soundproof as I thought they were. Is the whole estate hearing me when he gets me off?

My cheeks burn with humiliation when a soft knock sounds at my door and it’s pushed open. Horror rocks through me, realizing that whoever’s about to walk through that door is about to get a shitload more than they bargained for, but it’s far too late to try and save myself now.

Killian steps into my room, and I watch in fascination as his usually hard features morph into surprise. His sharp gaze sweeps the room, and he’s silent for a moment before his eyes meet mine. “Did you arrange them by color?”

“Seventeen, Killian,” I state, ignoring his question as I grab hold of the monster alien cock and hold it up like a trophy. “There are seventeen rubber cocks in my drawer.”

“I think you’ll find they’re silicone,” he tells me.

I give him a blank stare as he hovers by the door, his gaze sailing over the darkening bruises on my face. “I don’t care if they’re hand carved from stone, why are there so many of them?”

Killian arches a brow. “Oh? Forgive me if I have offended. That was not my intention. I had assumed you were not opposed to using toys. I had planned on using every one of them on you.”

My brows shoot up, looking at the monster cock in horror. “Even this one?”

“Even that one,” Killian nods, his dark eyes somehow holding me captive.

“I . . . I’m not opposed to it, and I’m definitely not offended. I have a wide selection of overused toys back home. It’s just,” I say as a stupid grin begins stretching across my lips. “Why so many?”

Killian lets out a small breath before stepping deeper into my room. He moves right in front of me and offers me his hand before pulling me to my feet. A shiver sails down my spine as his fingers brush against my waist, making me wonder just how long it will take for my heart to stop racing every time he’s around me. “As I mentioned, my work is . . . demanding, and there will be times that I can’t always be here to satisfy your cravings. You seem to have quite a healthy sexual appetite, and I don’t wish for you to be left . . . wanting.” He gestures to the cock rainbow lining the floor. “With a collection like this, there shouldn’t be any reason that you are left without having your needs met.”

Hunger rumbles through my chest, and I creep closer, taking my time as I lift my hand to his warm chest. “Thank you,” I murmur. “You look after me in a way I could have never imagined when I first arrived here, and while I truly appreciate your gesture to cater to my needs in your absence, surely you must realize by now that no amount of alien dildos could possibly satisfy me the way you do.”

“Is that so?” he challenges, that same hunger flashing in his eyes. “You don’t believe I could get you off just as well with one of these silicone cocks?”

I shake my head. “I don’t deny you could definitely get me off. In fact, I welcome it. It would be hot and wild, but nothing could possibly compare to the way it feels having you inside of me and feeling the way your thick cock stretches my walls. Just the thought of it being you is enough to make me crumble,” I whisper. “You’re so powerful in your thrusts, so determined and precise. It’s captivating. And while I know you might enjoy fucking me with one of those silicone cocks, it couldn’t possibly compare to being inside me. I see the way you clench your jaw when you first push inside. It’s like it’s a shock to your system, like even though you know how good it is, it surprises you every damn time, and when my pussy clenches around you, claiming you all for myself, your whole body turns to stone, jolting with that overwhelming need that I have for you every moment of every day. God, Killian. Nothing could ever feel so good.”

“Fuck, Angel. You’re giving me far more than I bargained for. I came in here to check on you and find out why the fuck you felt the need to steal a Taser from my office,” he rumbles, pulling me closer and grinding his thick cock against me. “But that interrogation might have to wait.”

I grin as my tongue rolls over my suddenly dry lips. “What’s it going to be, Killian? Are you going to fuck me with one of those fake cocks, or are you going to give me what I actually want?”

He grins, and the hunger in his eyes morphs into devilish desire, and as if taking my challenge and one-upping me, he reaches for the discarded monster cock and casually looks over it. “I don’t see why I can’t give you both,” he says, returning that devilish gaze back to mine. “Now, strip for me, Chiara. Show me that pretty cunt.”

21

CHIARA

Guilt eats at me as I make my way through the manicured maze garden that takes up a good portion of the backyard. It’s absolutely beautiful, but truth be told, I think I’m lost. It’s clear this garden was put here to disorientate anyone who comes through it, and right now, I wish that was something I’d realized before I decided to wander through it.

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