Page 121 of Vicious Hearts

“No no, little toy,” he rasps dangerously, with an equally lethal glint in his eyes. He brings the knife forward, and I shiver, my breath catching as he suddenly drags the tip of it up my inner thigh.

Oh my fucking God…

He’s not cutting me, or even breaking the skin at all. But the intoxicating sensation of that edge teasing so dangerously over my skin, dragging higher and higher like he’s actually going to keep going until he gets to my pussy has my brain short circuiting.

Fear versus lust.

Danger versus need.

The urge to run versus the overwhelming desire to be pinned down andfucked within an inch of my life.

Cillian moves between my thighs, which open for him without me even realizing it. He slides onto the bed, looming over me, his hips nudging my thighs open even wider as the blade traces up over my body. Over my stomach, my ribs, my nipples, making my breath choke as I stare at the lethal tip with delirium.

Then it moves to my throat.

His eyes goblack.

My body contorts with pure, undiluted fear.

And that’s exactly when he thrusts every inch of his enormous cock balls deep inside of me.

I scream, clenching and writhing desperately as my body adjusts to the sheer size of him. He growls, tracing the point of the blade over my jugular as he pulls his hips back until just the swollen head of him is still stretching me open.

His black-green eyes stab into me, as sharp as the blade in his hand against my neck.

He’s insane.

For a second, the thought curls into the edges of my consciousness so viciously that I wince. I’ve been casually referring to this dark, dangerous man as a psychopath without truly absorbing what that means.

He’s a fucking literal psychopath.

Devoid of feelings. Cold. Brutal. Domineeringly self-serving.

Bloodthirsty.

But then, Cillian drives into me again, crushing the air from my lungs as his cock fills me to the absolute breaking point, and I don’t care. His mouth crushes to mine, biting and sucking on my lips as I moan louder and louder. Because the more he fucks me with reckless abandon, the more brutally hard his strokes…

The wetter I get.

The more my body ignites, and every single hidden kink of mine is laid bare.

The more I want him to do whatever the fuck he wants to me, as hard as he wants.

Cillian snarls, dancing the blade over my jugular before he suddenly flings it across the room. His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing and making me moan even louder as he rams his huge cock into me over and over.

My arms wrap around him. Suddenly, he’s shoving them above my head and pinning them there with one powerful hand, the other still around my throat as his muscled, coiled body rolls into me. As his cock rams into me so deep I swear he’s in my fucking throat.

“Isthiswhat you craved that night, little rabbit?” he snarls into my ear. “To be used and abused, to be pinned down and fucked like an eager little toy? To have this tight little cunt torn apart and punished in the way I know you crave?”

My eyes roll back in my head. Black spots swim in the periphery of my vision as I let loose a sound that might not even be human.

He roughly slides out of me. Before I can even react, he’s flipping me over so I’m lying face down, flat on the bed. I moan when his body covers mine, his knee shoving my legs open before suddenly, I can feel his fat cock dragging up my lips.

He grabs a fistful of my hair, shoving my arms above my head and holding them there before he suddenly rams into me with full force. I scream, writhing and moaning on the bed as he fucks the absoluteshitout of me.

Like a toy to be used.

A slut with no limits.

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