Page 44 of Vicious Hearts

“Does it look like I’m hiding, my dear?”

“It looks like you’re making sure I can’t put a knife in you again.”

“Generally speaking, getting a knife put in me is not high on my to-do list.”

We keep dancing, lurching to the side before he spins us both around.

“But,” he growls. “To the question of the hour: have you followed me here to try and stab me again, or…” he smiles viciously, taking my breath away as he suddenly leans down and whispers low in my ear.

“…did you stalk me here because you’re desperate to come all over my thick fucking cock again.”

Sweet. Lord.

My face burns fiercely. I struggle to pull away, but his grip only tightens.

“Or maybe both? A nice little encore performance for old times’ sake?”

I glare at him. “You think joking about this will save you?”

“I think youdon’t fucking scare me, little girl,” he snarls coldly, turning my heart to ice as the chill rips up my skin. “I think I’ve lookedfardeeper into the darkness that you wear like you bought it at a cheap fucking outlet store. A halloween costume shop.”

I bristle, his words pushing a trigger deep inside of me.

“You don’t know anything about m—”

“Don’t I…Una?”

The floor drops out from under me. My heart turns to ice.

Oh shit.

I assumed he’d know me tonight once he saw me. But I thought he’d only know me as the girl from Club Venom.

I didn’t ever think he’d know who I was for real.

Cillian smiles. “I’m going to make this very easy for you, little girl.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Would you prefer ‘the little bitch who tried to stab me’?” he snaps.

“Ididstab you.”

“Ah, yes. Five inches deep inside. But then…” he smiles wickedly at me. “You tookmuch morethan five inches yourself, didn’t you?”

My face burns hotly.

“Such a good girl.”

Fuck.

The second he says the words, my core clenches and heat pools between my thighs as I purse my lips tightly.

“Or, I know,” he muses. “Instead of little girl, how about we go withmy little fuck toy.”

He smiles cruelly at the way I stiffen. At the way my face floods with ashamed heat. At the way my mouth falls open before I can stop it.

“Please,” he murmurs. “You can try to deny it if you like. But we both know you were.”

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