Page 82 of Brutal Obsession

Even though I hate him, even though I’m furious at his dumbass behavior—mine too—my body remembers what happened last night and craves more.

Given the way Cian screws me hard and greedy, I think it’s safe to say I’m not the only one.

This time, he stands at the edge of the bed, using the full power of his legs to slam in deep. It’s unbelievable how different this position is from standing in the shower and making love on this mattress.

My jeans act like restraints around my knees. I can’t move, and I don’t want to as Cian’s fingers dig into my waist, pulling me tighter around his cock while he shoves in as deep as he can go.

“Ah!” Squeezing my eyes shut, I grasp the sheets for dear life.

Cian railroads my pussy like he hates it, like he wants it to be destroyed by the time he’s finished. The bed squeaks with every thrust, Cian throwing his cock into me and me taking it all inch by glorious, girthy inch.

I don’t think this can get any better until Cian smacks a rough hand on my ass. The burning sparks of pain awaken my body further, adding definition to the influx of pleasure rocking my world.

“Why…are you such…abratall the time?” He slaps the other cheek, and the starburst of pain changes the way I moan.

Cian must notice, because the spanking continues as he drills me with his unforgiving shaft.

“Mm!” Now I’ve got the cotton sheets between my teeth.

“You like this, don’t you?” He thrusts harder just to prove his point.

Humiliation pries my eyes open. I’m about to go into cardiac arrest, he’s fucking me so hard, and he has the energy to tease me?

“Stop it,” I mumble, caging my cries of pleasure deep in my throat.

“What was that?” Cian draws his cock all the way out without warning, leaving my body shuddering, shaking, and on the verge of collapse.

Feverish and achy, I answer him with the little bit of defiance I have left.

“I…” I’m panting. “I hate you.”

The words scare me. Because they’re not true. And the second they leave my tongue, a desperate worry that Cian won’t touch me again eats me alive.

Cian continues to slap my ass with one of those baseball mitts he calls a hand.

I wince and moan simultaneously.

Embarrassment heats my cheeks and covers me in a mask of sweat. I bury my face, self-conscious and ashamed as Cian laughs while my shivering, naked ass waits for him.

Part of me wants to die. How did Cian mold me into his own personal whore?

The other part’s obsessed over the pleasure only he can deliver.

“Maybe you hate me.” Cian teases my opening with the massive tip of his cock, and I squirm against him. “But you love my cock.”

“No…”

“Admit it.” Cian slaps his cock against my clit, prompting me to gasp and cling to the sheets. “If you do, I’ll keep fucking you.”

Are you kidding me?!

He does all this to me, and then wants me to ask for it?

As terrified as I was of losing myself in him this morning, I still hoped we’d have another shot at each other before this was all over. I knew denying it would be difficult, but I never imagined giving in would be this hard.

Cian drops another hand on my ass. I’m ashamed to say the sting pushes me dangerously close to orgasm. Everything he does pushes me closer to ecstasy. Even like this.

It’s horrible.

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