Page 47 of Vicious Hearts

I jam my elbow against his knife wound again, and then a third time for good measure before his grip loosens on me.

Then I’mbolting.

I rush across the room blindly in the dark, wincing in pain when my thigh slams into a side table. But I lurch forward for the door, because if I can just get out there, I can run. Or call for the police. Or—

A scream bursts from my lips as he slams into me from behind, taking us both crashing to the floor. I choke, clawing and reaching for the door in front of me. With his weight still pinning me to the ground, Cillian’s arm flies past mine, his fingers catching the edge of the door and sending it slamming firmly shut.

“That was a fucking mistake,” he rasps harshly into my ear.

I jam my heel back and up. Cillian snarls, lunging to the side to avoid getting hit in the balls. I surge to my hands and knees, scrambling across the floor before I suddenly get slammed back down under his weight.

I cry out as my hip smacks the floor, and something harsh pinches my breasts. With horror, I look down and realize one of my fucking tits has slipped out of the top of the dress, and my nipple’s just dragged painfully across the wooden floor.

I try to kick back again, but this time, he’s ready for me.

And fuckingpissed.

He catches my foot, twisting it just enough to make me choke in pain before dropping it to the floor. He pins me down, his hand grabbing a fist of my hair by the scalp and tugging. Hard.

I fuckinghatemyself for the way my body reacts to that.

I don’t shut down. I don’t cry.

I get fuckingwet.

Because of course I do. Because I’m insane, and broken, and severely,severelyfucked up inside.

I can feel Cillian’s muscled body pinning me, his hips grinding into my ass—which somehow makes this whole mortifying experience even worse-by-which-I-mean-better, dammit. He leans over me, and my eyes bulge as his other hand suddenly slides under me to brutally cup and squeeze my exposed breast. His fingers roughly pinch the nipple.

And Imoan.

Sweet Jesus kill me now, I fuckingmoan.

“You’d like this, wouldn’t you?”

I tremble, biting back a whimper when his lips and voice brush my ear. His hand tightens in my hair, his fingers pinching roughly as his hips dig into my ass, letting me feel…him.

All of him.

Hard.

Oh God.

“You’dlikefor me to fuck you,” he rasps darkly into my ear. “Whether you wanted it or not.”

My eyes bulge again, my pulse roaring in my ears.

“You’d like it if I justtookthis little pussy and fucked it raw.”

I whimper. Cillian chuckles darkly, and I cry out as his fingers pinch and twist my nipple just as his teeth bite downhardon the soft flesh of my neck.

“Well. Maybe later, if you ask me nicely.”

My pulse thunders.

“Let’s go.”

He suddenly yanks me up. Something wraps around my head, sliding between my lips and teeth. A gag. He’s fuckinggagged me.

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