“So fucking messy,” he growled. “Full of me. Dripping like the filthy little whore you are.”
I tried to turn my face away in shame, but he caught my chin and forced me to look at him.
“No,” he said darkly. “You don’t get to hide from me. You don’t get to pretend you’re anything but what you are when you’re under me.”
He slid his fingers in and out of me slowly, deliberately, making obscene wet sounds that filled the room.
“Do you feel that?” he snarled. “That’s my come leaking out of you. Marking you. Claiming you.”
I sobbed helplessly, torn between mortification and the burning pleasure building again inside me.
He leaned down, his mouth brushing my ear.
“You’ll never belong to another man,” he whispered filthily. “No matter how much you fight it. No matter how many fake smiles you give them. Your pussy knows who it belongs to.”
He nipped at my earlobe sharply, then dragged his tongue down my neck.
“I could fuck you right now,” he murmured darkly, sliding his cock against my thigh, hard again. “Split you open all over again. Make you scream until you forget every other name but mine.”
His hand moved faster between my legs, fingers thrusting deep, curling to hit that devastating spot that made me whimper and buck against him
“Beg for it,” he commanded roughly.
*Killian,” I gasped, my voice breaking.
He smirked against my neck
“That’s it,” he said “Beg me to ruin you again.”
I shook my head, fresh tears streaming down my face, but my hips moved against his hand, seeking more, needing more.60
He chuckled darkly.
“Your mouth says no,” he whispered, his voice dripping with wicked satisfaction, “but this greedy little cunt says yes.”
He slammed his fingers deeper, grinding his palm against my clit, forcing another climax to rip through me brutally, leaving me sobbing his name.
He didn’t let up.
He kept thrusting his fingers, kept whispering filth into my ear.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Come again. Soak my hand. Let everyone fucking see who you belong to.”
When I finally collapsed beneath him, completely shattered, he pulled his fingers out and shoved them into my mouth.
“Taste yourself,” he ordered.
I obeyed numbly, my body too wrecked to resist.
He groaned darkly.
“So sweet,” he muttered. “So fucking sweet.”
He leaned down and kissed me roughly, biting my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes burned into mine.
“You’re not leaving me,” he said in a voice so low and dangerous that it made my blood run cold. “Ever.”
I should have known it wasn’t over.
I barely caught my breath when Killian shifted above me, his cock still buried deep inside my trembling, wrecked body. His hand moved lazily across my stomach, possessively, his fingers tracing small circles over my slick, sweat-drenched skin.
“Look at you,” he rasped darkly against my ear, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “So fucked out already, and I’m just getting started.”
Before I could even beg for mercy, he pulled out slowly, the wet sound obscene in the heavy silence. I whimpered, my body clenching desperately at the loss. (1)
He flipped me onto my stomach without warning, his hands rough, commanding.
“Hands on the headboard,” he ordered, his voice so dark it didn’t even sound human.
I obeyed with shaking arms, grabbing onto the wood as he yanked my hips up roughly, positioning me on all fours. A harsh slap landed on my ass, sharp and stinging, making me cry out.
“Keep them there. If you move them, I’ll tie you to the bed and fuck you until you forget your own name,” he snarled.
I whimpered in response, my body betraying me again, heat rushing between my legs.
He shoved his cock back into me with one brutal thrust that made my entire body jolt forward. He gripped my hips like a savage, pulling me back to meet every merciless slam of his body.
You like this,” he growled, pounding into me without mercy. “You fucking crave this. Crave getting ruined by me.”
I sobbed, burying my face into the mattress as he drove into me harder and harder, the filthy slap of skin against skin echoing around the room.
“You want to act like a good girl in front of everyone?” he sneered. “But underneath it all, you’re just a cock-hungry little slut, aten’t you?
“no,” I whimpered, tears leaking from my eyes even as my body trembled with desperate need.He laughed darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine.
“Lying even when you’re dripping all over my cock,” he said viciously.
One of his hands left my hip, sliding around my throat, holding me still as he fucked me harder, deeper, grinding against the spot inside me that made me see stars.
“You feel that, baby?” he hissed into my ear. “That’s me. Stretching your tight little cunt so deep you’ll be leaking me for days.”
I sobbed, my fingers clawing at the headboard as he slammed into me with brutal, punishing thrusts.
And then he pulled out suddenly, making me whine from the loss.
“Get on your back,” he ordered roughly.
I turned, trembling, my body weak. Before I could even process it, he hauled me onto his lap, straddling him.
“Ride me,” he commanded, his voice low and deadly.
I whimpered, my hands pressing against his hard chest.
“Killian, I can’t-“
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