Page 76 of Fearless

Cillian claps a hand over my mouth before I can get a word out.

Well, fuck.

“That’s three,” he whispers into my ear as he straddles me.

I wrench my head away from his hand and get out half a furious shriek before he sits up, grabs my hips, and flips me over.

Air rushes out of me as he bears down on me with his full weight. It should terrify me, not being able to move, barely being able to breathe.

But this is what he does when you’re wild and crazy and uncontrollable. When you wake up from your dreams and you’re caught between the past and the present, paralyzed.

This is how he puts you back together again.

Fabric whisks. He lifts his hips, and when he settles down again, it’s with his entire naked body flush with mine.

He grabs a fistful of my hair, keeping my head pressed into the pillows. The other he uses to arrange my body how he sees fit.

Still flat on my stomach, he sinks his fingers into my thigh and yanks me open.

When I start struggling under him, his only response is to warm my ear with a cruel chuckle. “Go ahead. Fight me. You’ve earned it.”

There’s a breathless moment where I’m scrambling to figure out if this is another trick—

Cillian shoves a knee between my thighs, parting my legs just enough for the flat of his hand to slide over my pussy.

He grabs me, squeezes me so hard I gasp.

And then I do fight him, because he seems to not have a grasp on when to hurt me, and when to please me.

And that fucking hurt.

So I struggle under him, turning my face up and sinking my teeth into the shoulder closest to me.

And despite the fact that I taste blood, he doesn’t give a fuck. He laughs it off with another arrogant chuckle, and then forces his other knee between my legs.

Spreading me wide.

He runs his hand over my pussy, smearing me with my own arousal, readying me for his cock.

“Glad you’re enjoying this,” he murmurs as he swipes his thumb over my hole, sending electric panic through me. “I didn’t want to go fetch lube.”

“No!” I whimper, twisting left and right to avoid his finger. But he doesn’t give a fuck, and if I haven’t realized that yet…well, I guess I’m in much bigger trouble than I used to be.

But instead of easing a finger inside my backdoor, he uses his fingers to spread my pussy.

When his cock touches my entrance, my body goes rigid.

So he drags his hand out of my hair and wrenches my hips off the bed. Then he folds over me, molding me against his hard body as he slides his crown up and down my slit.

My core constricts. He growls deep in his throat as my juices coat his dick.

Cillian pushes his cock against me, and my body opens for him despite how I clench to keep him out.

The groan he lets out as he forces the first inch of his cock inside me rumbles over my back. I gasp, my fingers twisting the sheets on either side of my head.

“My fuck, princess.” His rough voice sends a tremor through me, but when he forces himself another inch deeper, my entire body begins to tremble. “I’ve never fucked anything as tight and wet as you.”

As he gives me another inch, the pain comes. Not as bad as my first and only other time…but Cillian is twice—if not more—the size Alex had been. I’m not a virgin, but I feel every inch one as my pussy stretches to accommodate his thick cock.

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