Page 122 of Vicious Hearts

Just holes to fill.

I shudder when his teeth bite down on the lobe of my ear.

“Stop. Fucking. Holding. Out,” he snarls. “Don’t you fucking try and hide it, little rabbit. Don’t you fucking try and keep it at bay.”

I cry out as his hand leaves my neck and spanks my ass so fucking hard it involuntarily makes my pussy clamp down around his dick as my nipples drag electrically across the duvet.

“And don’t you fuckingdarekeep that orgasm from me.”

His thickness pistons into me. His palm spanks my ass raw before it comes up to wrap around my throat again. His fist in my hair tightens along with the one around my windpipe until suddenly, everything goes blurry.

Fear and lust.

Danger and need.

And the overwhelming sensation that I’m about to come so fucking hard it might actually kill me.

“Come for me like a good girl, just like you did on the night your ruined virginity bled all over my cock.”

Fuck.Me.

When I come, everything goes black. I’m only vaguely aware of writhing on the bed, as if in a fever dream. Of screaming and making other sounds that don’t sound human. Of my entire world shattering and exploding around me as Cillian rams his cock deep, flooding my insides with what feels like gallons of his hot cum.

I have no idea how long we stay like that, both of us shuddering from our desperate inhalations of air. Slowly, I feel him slipping out of me, and I wince a little.

This is going to hurt later.

SO fucking worth it.

I’m dimly aware of Cillian moving me up further on the bed. Of collapsing into the pillows as I feel his weight settling next to me. Slowly, I raise my head.

His eyes are still that dark, almost black green, swirling with lethal desire.

He’s still rock fucking hard.

I whimper, biting my lip as my gaze drops to his cock.

“You’re…you’re still so hard.”

When he growls, I shiver as my eyes slide up to his.

“You’re still so hard,Sir.”

I moan, shuddering as he suddenly sits up, grabbing a fist of my hair and slamming his mouth to mine.

“And what does my good girl think should we do about that?”

“Anything you want,Sir,” I whimper, shivering in anticipation when I see the darkness flare in his eyes.

“I want you to clean it with yourtongue.”

I stiffen.

“Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees,” he rasps, ripping a gasp from my throat as he tightens his grip in my hair.

You can do this. It’s fine.

It’s not HIM.

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