Page 119 of Vicious Hearts

That he’ll…temperhimself or hold himself back somehow with me. Like he’s afraid of breaking me now.

“Don’t…”

He pulls away, frowning as the word slips from my lips.

“Don’t hold back,” I breathe. “I want you to do your worst.”

A dark, malevolent energy tingles over my skin the second I say it. And when I see the almost supernatural, demonic look blaze in Cillian’s eyes, I know I’m pushing him past his breaking point, into that dark place he goes when he loses control.

Good. Iwant himto lose control.

Because even if the last supposedly normal fragments of my psyche are screaming at me, asking me if I’m truly insane and if I really understand what I’m doing, I can’t stop.

I don’t want to stop.

Because that vicious part of me that I’ve hidden, and been afraid of, and ashamed of for so fucking long comesalivewhen he touches me. When he kisses me like he’s conquering me.

When he pushes me right up to the line of my own hesitation and then shoves me headlong over it, screaming in hedonistic pleasure.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

I whimper, desperate for him. “Yes.”

His hand instantly wraps tightly around my throat, pinning me to the wall.

“What did you just fucking say to me?”

For a second, real fear slices into me when I see the way his face changes. Something ripples just under the surface. His eyes dim to a dark, murky green void. His lips curl into an animalistic snarl and despite the alarm bells blaring in my head, all I’m aware of ishow fucking wet I am.

How much I want this, all of this, even though I’ve hidden it away sometimes even from myself.

But there’s no hiding anything from Cillian. There hasn’t been since that first moment I felt his presence against my back in the club, like a black hole, sucking me into the void and never letting me go.

Into a darkness that matches my own. Sending me hurtling toward a monster that sees the ways I’m broken and wants to consume me, and claim me, andfuck mein the wreckage.

A psychopath who sees the true depths of my depravity and wants to join me there.

And even though he’s looking at me like he wants to sink his teeth into my skin and literally eat me alive, it’s not that I’m afraid he’ll hurt me…

It’s thatI know he will.

And I know I want him to.

“I—”

“I fucking asked you a question. Are you going to be a good little fuck-toyslutfor me?”

His hand tightens abruptly.

I’m so turned on, there’s a chance I’m going to come before he even takes my clothes off.

“Yes!” I choke, shuddering in pleasure. “Yes, Sir!”

“Maybe,” Cillian rumbles, his voice so much lower than it usually is, as if the monster inside has truly been set free. “Maybe I should tie you on your hands and knees to a bench and choke you while your virgin ass swallows every last inch of my cock.”

Heat explodes across my face as I stare at him, wide eyes, mouth open.

He knows. He saw my web history, because of course he looked.

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