Page 86 of Vicious Hearts

I gasp when his hands suddenly fly out and grab the waist of my jeans.

“Hey! What the fuck are you—hey!”

Cillian yanks my jeans down, not even bothering to undo them first. The denim drags roughly but electrically over my hips as he shoves them down to my knees, leaving me standing there in a hoodie and panties.

“Thisstops.”

I bristle when his finger jabs accusingly at the little white lines and the fresh band-aid on my thighs.

“That’s notanyof your fucking business, actually.”

“Wrong. It is now verymuchmy business And it’s done with. Over. Finished. You’re not doing it anymore.”

My lips curl into a snarl. “Mind your own goddamn—”

I shudder when he suddenly cups my jaw with a surprising gentleness, lifting my eyes to his.

“I understand the why. You might not believe that, but I do. Still, it’sdone with.”

I look away, simmering somewhere between embarrassment and anger.

“And I don’t just mean when you do it to escape whatever monsters keep you up at night. I mean for pushing yourself over the edge when you play with yourself, too.”

My heart skips, my eyes snapping to his as my face heats.

He knows. He knows about my…sickness.

Did he watch me?

“Is that clear?” Cillian’s voice is deep and edged, brimming with a commanding tone. “You won’t mar yourself anymore.Ever. Again.”

I look away, but then gasp as his hand closes on my chin, pulling my gaze right into those unearthly greens.

“Okay?”

I swallow, nodding.

“Okay—what—”

My eyes bulge as Cillian drops to his knees in front of me, eye-level with my panties. My face burns, my hips shifting awkwardly. I shiver as he reaches for me, but then suddenly, his fingers pinch the edge of the band-aid on my thigh.

“Wait, what are you—”

He plucks it away. My mouth goes dry, my pulse thudding as I watch his eyes laser in on the fresher cut and the single drop of blood that drips slowly.

“I said okay,” I mumble quietly. “I won’t—”

Nothing in the world or in my most insane dreams could prepare me for what he does next. In one motion, with zero hesitation, Cillian suddenly drops his mouthto my cut.

And sucks.

Jesus fucking Christ. He’s absolutely fucking INSANE.

The man is literally tasting my fuckingblood.

His lips fasten over my cut, and the feel of his mouth sucking as his tongue drags over it is both reality-bending in itsinsanityand pulse-quickening in its intimacy.

Cillian’s hand drags over my hip. His fingers curl into the waist of my panties before I can say or do a thing. And before I can even react, he’s yanking them down to mid-thigh as his mouth pulls away from the hickey that now covers my cut.

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