Page 108 of Vicious Hearts

Fuck. Me. Sideways.

If I wasn’t already a freaking puddle, I am now.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

I shudder as he bites me again, mauling my fucking neck as my legs wrap around his muscled hips. I can feel him there—right there—the pulsing thickness of his bulge pressing against my pussy through the sheer, wet panties between us.

Cillian moves lower, biting and sucking at my breasts as he rips off my bra and tosses it aside. His mouth closes around a nipple, and I prepare myself for the attack, but still it hurtsso fucking goodwhen he bites hard on the tender pink nub and growls into my skin like an angry beast.

He moves from one nipple to the other, before he slides further down my trembling body. My pulse hammers like a drum in my ears as he drops to his knees on the floor, yanking me toward him with my ass on the edge of the bed. He peels the wet panties from my body, and I shiver with heat under his piercing gaze as his eyes land between my legs.

Slowly, a low growl rumbling in throat, his eyes raise to mine.

“You do know I’m going to ruin you, don’t you?”

“Please do, Sir.”

The look on his face when I say it is pure, violentlust. And suddenly, I’m crying out as his mouth descends between my thighs. His tongue drags slowly over my pussy, and I gasp when his powerful hands grip my thighs and hike them up over his shoulders.

He plunges his tongue deep inside, fucking me with it as I shudder and writhe under him. He turns his head, biting down on my tender inner thigh, making me squeal in pain before he suddenly assuages it by taking my aching clit between his lips and rolling his tongue across it.

Then he bites my thigh again, before going back to my pussy.

My whole body shakes. My head spins. It’s like going from ice water, to a scorching hot tub, then back to ice, then back to heat again. My senses are overloaded and near the point of short-circuiting. The way he plays my body like a virtuoso musician has me losing any grasp on reality.

Then his hand slides up my body. His fingers wrap around my throat as he devours my pussy. And when he starts to squeeze, hard, the final missing piece of my depraved puzzle clicks into place and ignites me as I rush toward the explosion.

Danger.

The feeling of his hand squeezing off my air as he wrenches and rips the pleasure from my body with his tongue snaking over my clit has my back arching from the bed, my eyes bulging and my face turning red as the sinful pleasure sinks its claws into me.

“I hope you remember our safe word.”

His hand starts to squeeze harder.

Alotharder.

My throat closes as Cillian completely shuts off my air supply.

And it’sso fucking goodit scares me.

“Say the word, Una,” he rasps, devouring my pussy as my eyes roll back. “Say the fucking word if you need it.”

I don’t remember the word.

And it’s that extreme fear—that knowledge that I don’tknowthe word that would let me breathe again—that suddenly takes me from losing control to outer-fucking-space.

Black spots swirl at the edges of my vision. The room spins. The only thing I can feel is his hand on my throat and his tongue dancing over my clit.

I don’t remember the safe word.

I don’t remember the—

Blue.

The safe word from the night at Club Venom is blue.

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