Page 141 of Claiming Pretty

Back in her bedroom at the loft. Candlelight soft on her naked skin. This was just a kinky game she wanted to play.

It took everything I had not to moan a praising, ‘Good girl,’ when Ava’s pussy tightened around my throbbing cock without warning.

But then fear coursed through the pleasure humming in my veins. Oh shit.

She was going to come.

God help us both if she couldn’t stay quiet.

AVA

Lying on the altar, I forced my limbs to remain slack as Ciaran’s clammy, shaking hands began to undress me.

Each layer he removed left more of my bare skin pressed against the icy, unyielding stone, but instead of cooling me, a strange heat churned in my core, burning brighter with every second.

I could feel their eyes on me, a prickling weight crawling over my exposed skin.

The sense of vulnerability was suffocating, yet beneath it simmered a darker thrill—electric, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.

My body betrayed me, a skittering ripple of sensation racing over my flesh as if it could sense the peril in the air.

I focused on my breathing, keeping it slow and even, inhaling the damp, earthy scent, tinged with smoke.

But the silence wasn’t still. It pressed in on me like ghostly hands all over my body, broken only by the faintcrackle of the fire torches on the walls, the red glow flickering across my lids.

Boots scuffed against the stone floor, heavy and deliberate. Each step sent a faint vibration through the altar, a reminder of how exposed I was, how close they were, predators circling their prey, and my nipples hardened as an unwanted ache grew inside me.

Despite loathing every part of their sick initiation ritual—hating being trapped in this nightmare, hating the way they were forcing Scáth to corrupt something sacred between us into something vile—a dark thrill surged through me, unbidden and unwelcome.

I grew wet and achy at the anticipation of Ciaran fucking me while I lay “asleep” while strangers watched.

He tugged off my skirt and I was left almost naked. But Ciaran’s fingers paused on the hem of my panties.

“Don’t stop now,” the dean said, his dark laugh cutting through the darkness behind my lids. “It’s just getting good.”

I willed Ciaran to be strong. We could get through this together.

If I could look into his eyes for just a moment, I could reassure him that I was alright. Thatwewould be alright.

But it was impossible. If I moved even an inch, opened my eyes for just a moment, we’d be caught. He would have to trust I was strong enough.

Ciaran tugged down my panties and the feeling of exposure was like nothing I’d ever felt.

My hair dragged behind me when Ciaran slid me toward the edge of the altar, and I felt him stand between my thighs as if he was trying to shield me.

The heat from his thighs burned me even through his pants and I felt his cock brush against me.

Fuck. He was hard. He was ready. A rush of need went through me.

“A gentleman,” the dean laughed cruelly.

“A cunt isn’t worth fucking if it isn’t wet,” Ciaran snapped back as he stroked two fingers against my pussy lips, his fingers sliding through my wetness, my dark shame.

I wanted him. Even in this forced and twisted situation, I wanted him.

He let out a soft gasp. A surprise at my welcome.

Shame threatened to overcome me but I shoved it down. No. I would nevereverapologize for how he made my body feel. Or how my body reacted.

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