Page 56 of Brutal Obsession

That sensuous mouth appears near my ear. “Are we talking about this morning?”

I nod into his shoulder, and he leaves a kiss at the base of my neck. The same neck he might have strangled the life out of.

Though…I’ll never forget the way he yelled at me.

Why do you think I would ever hurt you?

“Harper Brennan.” He drops a kiss near my ear, his tone as serious as the grave. “Am I the first man to taste you?”

Ugh,I hate him.

“Yes, okay? Are you happy?” So much for being civil. Here I am, starting a fight again. “You’re the first person to?—”

“Have you ever tasted a man before?” He kisses me once, just to mess with my mind. “Be honest.”

I shake my headno, too horrified to speak. I pray for an asteroid strike or an earthquake, anything to permanently end this moment. But then Cian kisses me hard enough to knock my head into the shelf behind it.

Oh, god, his lips scrub the slate clean.

Any lingering mortification flies away with my sanity as his tongue licks into my mouth. I melt into him, caging my arms around his neck hard enough to put him in a headlock. Cian must like it, because he lifts me until we kiss from the same height. My legs tangle around his waist while he grates his cock against the fabric covering my hungry pussy.

One of his hands disappears from my ass, only to spank me a moment later. The shock of pain does it for me so much, I moan against Cian’s mouth. The sound that crawls out of his throat in response is like a rough fingernail dragging down my spine. I’ll never admit this to anyone, but I love the way he kisses me, as if this is everything and not nearly enough at the same time.

When he’s done, my lips are raw.Cian sets me down with obvious reluctance. He’s got that conflicted expression on his face again. I’m dizzy from his kisses, but I know we haven’t come to a truce.

At least, not the kind that instills confidence that he won’t zip-tie my wrists the first chance he gets.

I want him to tell me what’s wrong, but that’s also a lie because I don’t want to talk to Cian about anything.Conversations aren’t our strong suit. Every time I open my mouth, our discussion devolves into a fight.

But what if I could change that?

In what might be the scariest, bravest,dumbestthing I’ve ever done, I lower myself to my knees on top of a narrow box, letting my hands rest on Cian’s waist. I gaze up from this pose of supplication, his erection only a few centimeters from my face.

Cian’s eyes widen like saucers as he stares down at me.

His gaze is a spotlight. Perfect, since I’m about to perform for him.

A bead of sweat trickles down my back. Nerves. Part of me wishes I didn’t know how fucking amazinghe isat giving head. There’s no way I’ll be able to make this as mind-blowing for him as he was for me. Forty percent of my brain urges me not to even try, but that other sixty percent instructs my trembling fingers to latch onto the waistband of his shorts and tug them down. His cock springs free, and I freeze at the sight.

Heat flares in my lower belly, along with a shiver of fear.

Cian’s cock appears big from a distance. Up close, that thing is a beast.

The chances of me fitting that into my mouth are low. Really low.

The growing arousal between my legs insists I try.

Iwantthis. Back home, under my father’s thumb, I never got to choose for myself.

Today, in a storage closet, that changes.

Exhilaration turns my pulse erratic as I reach for his length with tentative hands. The feel of his skin startles me. He’s so velvety soft on top, yet rock hard underneath. And so very, very hot.

I let my fingers explore, stroking the wide, rounded head before dipping to the ridge underneath. Cian jerks and braces himself against the shelves behind me with both hands.

“Fuck.”

His reaction triggers a fresh wave of desire, as well as a burst of satisfaction.

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