Page 36 of Brutal Obsession

No.

The word becomes a chant in my mind, but the more I repeat the refusal, the more it loses meaning. The pleasure Cian kindles in my body snaps my coherence to pieces, along with my resolve.

My legs shudder as the tension building in my core stretches to the breaking point. As if sensing this, Cian pinches my clit. The sharp pulse of pain mixed with pleasure flings me right over the precipice of ultimate release.

I cry out and convulse, spasming around Cian’s fingers as he thrusts them back in with such intensity, I black out for a second. The orgasm hits in three big waves, and I ride the aftershocks out in a state of hazy delirium that seems to go on forever.

Once they taper off, Cian pins me with a grin. “See?” He gently releases my elevated leg. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“I hate you.” I groan the words while my pulse and breathing regulate. I won’t give him the satisfactionorthe ego boost of admitting that was freaking amazing.

Cian’s more dangerous than I give him credit for. When he’s all over me, it’s like I’m teetering on the edge of something, and he keeps pushing and pushing. And when I fall, he laughs.

He’s a bully.

Once my heart rate returns to normal, I dare a peek at Cian’s face. The triumph I find there inspires me to strongly consider kneeing his nutsack into next week.

“What?” I snap to mask my own discomfort.

One side of his mouth hitches up. “Didn’t know you cared enough to hate me.”

Savage frustration rips through my body. I want to scream my loathing of this man to the sky.

All I can do is grace him with a bitter smirk. “What’s your name again?”

“Don’t worry.” He leans down and throws me over his shoulder like a potato sack. “By the time we’re done, I guarantee even the neighbors will have my name memorized, since you’ll be screaming it so loud.”

The size of the ego on this guy! “Put me down.”

I smack his back while he straightens to full height as if I weigh no more than a kitten.

Damn, this man is strong. And tall. I could probably see the whole island from up here on his shoulder…

“Patience is a virtue, Harper Brennan.” He turns away from the door and strides deeper into the house.

I can’t see where we’re going, but my money is on the nearest available mattress.

I hate the way my lower belly clenches at the thought. I hope to hell Cian can’t sense it.

My eyes zero in on the door as we move farther and farther away.

I feel as if I’m literally watching my freedom disappear.

The sight of my underwear in a tiny, sad heap in the threshold tells the depressing story of my capitulation.

Not only have I been captured by Cian the Barbarian, the brute conquered me as well.

And now, he’s taking me back to his lair to conquer me all over again.

Never give up.

My sister’s voice suddenly echoes in my mind. If she could see me right now, that’s what she’d say.

Strength fills me, but it’s not mine. It’s Riley’s.

So what if Cian found me?

I’m not going back to New York City. Even if resistance kills me.

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