Page 83 of Brutal Obsession

And also amazing.

“Look at you, shaking.” Cian spanks me again. My eyes flutter closed. “This is more serious than I thought.” He smacks me five times fast, driving me crazy. “Youreallylove my cock. Don’t you, Harper?”

Delirious, defiant mumbles wobble from my mouth.

“Speak up.” Cian leans over me, his thick fingers forming a fist in my hair and pulling my head up out of the covers.

“I love your cock!” I moan loud enough for the room to hear.

“There’s a good girl.”

I cry out like some kind of animal when Cian grinds his cock all the way inside me again. Andsweet Jesus, when they eventually find my body, the cause of death in the coroner’s report is going to sayDeath by Dicking, because the way Cian fucks me this time is nothing short of homicidal.

He laughs once more when I start to fill the room with shrieks of satisfaction.

“A minute ago, you said you hated me.” He swipes another rough hand across my ass as he buries his cock once, twice, five times. Ten. And it’s so good, I almost pass out. “How many times are you going to fucking lie to my face?”

“How many times,” I gasp for breath, easing the retort between my lips, “are you going to shove your dick inside me?”

Cian clamps his enormous fist around the back of my neck and somehow starts to rail me harder. He can barely talk, he’s giving it to me so rough.

“As many times…as I…fucking…want to.”

“Good, I want you there,” I confess while he stretches my burning hot body around that work of art God gifted him.

“Aren’t you…going to say…please?” He’s mocking me again.

Cian releases my hair, but instead of letting my face fall forward into the sheets, I glance over my shoulder at him. His tall, imposing frame towers over me. It’s a long way up to meet his drunken gaze, glazed over with lust and power. Watching him stare right at me when I’m all sweaty, red-faced, and incoherent is somehow hypnotic.

I can’t look away.

“Please. I need it…harder.”

Cian’s eyelashes fly up in momentary surprise, then lower back down. He appears even angrier, but I don’t have time to analyze it.

Right then, Cian punches in deeply enough that I see more stars.

“Oh, god,Cian. I’m gonna?—”

“You don’t deserve it.”

He reaches between my legs and rubs my swollen flesh anyway.

After a few more strokes and thrusts, something magical happens.

Cian and I orgasm together.

He moans outright, bracing himself on the bed, still hulking over me. His hands appear on the blue sheets on either side of my head. Like two harmonies in a single chorus, I fly off that euphoric ledge at the same time he paints the inside of my pussy.

The sensation has me spiraling into ecstasy. My soul exits and doesn’t return until I’m convulsing with the aftershocks.

Still naked from my waist to my knees, I slide off the end of Cian’s cock and land on my side, breathing heavily. His semen drips out as my pulse tries and fails to regulate. My mind and body reel from the force of climax.

The fullness of the experience…

The depth…

Nothing in my life has ever been so right. It’s terrifying, but I’m too satisfied and exhausted to care.

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