Page 73 of Fearless

He messed up, and somehowIhave to pay the price.

So instead of pity, instead of fear…a slow, furious anger starts to build inside me. And it feels good. Oh, fuck, it feels good not to have to hold back my fury.

Fuck him.

F. U. C. K. Him.

I bare my teeth at him. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I whisper furiously. “Touch me and I’ll scream.”

His belt clatters to the floor. He grabs onto the waistband of his pants, tucking his thumbs behind, and flexes his arms like he’s warming up his muscles. Muscles that gleam a sullen red in this room’s demonic lighting.

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe I like listening to you scream?” he says.

My stomach drops straight into hell. I gape wordlessly at him as he climbs onto the bed and stalks toward me on hands and knees. I try and move back up the bed. My ankle restraints clank.

He’s so close now that I can see goosebumps break out on his arms.

This is turning him on. Oh God, I’m so royally screwed.

He grabs my inner thigh and wrenches one leg to the side, then the other. But his eyes are on me, drilling deeper, like he’s watching for the exact moment when I lose my shit.

If he likes it when I scream, then guess what? He won’t hear a fucking peep out of me. I clamp my lips closed and stick my chin out at him. And what does he do?

He fucking laughs.

He laughs, and then he slaps my pussy while he’s still wearing that infuriating smirk of his.

As hard as I try and keep my mouth closed, I can’t help but let out tight, “uh” of repressed pain.

Which turns into a shocked gasp when Cillian dips his head, gazes at my pussy like it’s the answer to every question he’s ever asked about life, the universe, and everything else, and drags his tongue right through my wet slit.

I almost go through the roof.

If I hadn’t been restrained, I’d surely have kicked or punched him. Instead, my body tenses like we’re mid-exorcism before dropping me back onto the sheets.

All while he’s watching me with a coy little smile, like I reacted exactly like he’d expected.

Doos!

I try to close my legs, but end up clanking at the restraints again. I groan in frustration—a sound that immediately cuts off as Cillian licks my wet, aching pussy again.

Slower this time. Harder.

I feel like I’m already coming apart, and that makes no sense. He hasn’t even gone near my—

The tip of his tongue flicks against my clit.

A hoarse scream rips out of me as my body convulses on the point of pain and pleasure so intense, I think I see fucking stars for a second.

My own arousal drips out of me, and Cillian uses a fucking knuckle to smear it over my pussy.

I clench my jaw as a shiver rattles through me.

“Still going to disobey me, princess?”

I shake my head no, my chest heaving.

“I’d like to believe you,” he murmurs, “but you have a habit of lying to me.”

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