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Despite his words, I didn’t need any further encouragement. I went for the button of his jeans, pulse jumping when he laughed.

I forced them down over his hips, exposing neatly trimmed black hair until I got to what I wanted.

His cock. Veined and thick.

Hard.

Perfect.

Not so large that it would knock down my walls and cause irreparable damage, but still big enough that it would make quite a few dents.

“I think I might have to change my mind. Keep looking at my dick like that and you can have anything you want.”

“I just want you,” I replied, rising from the bed so that we were as close to chest to chest as we could be.

“You’ve always had me.”

I didn’t know what he meant by that, but my brain was full of a million other thoughts all centered around him.

I stretched up on my tiptoes, kissing him deeply.

He tangled his hands in my hair, angling my head back to match my fervor. It still wasn’t enough. I twisted us and pressed down on his shoulders. He smiled against my lips but complied, letting me believe I had control. That was fine, I was still getting my way—still doing what my mother always told me to.

“Fuck your demons before they fuck you.”

That’s exactly what he was. Ciaran was depravity and darkness I could touch with my hands and taste on my tongue. He was dripping sin I wanted to drown in. I wanted all of him inside me, reaching the places no one ever dared to.

Once he was sitting on the edge of the bed, I straddled his lap, reaching between us to take hold of his dick.

He grabbed my ass, keeping his eyes locked with mine as I sank myself down onto him.

His dick was bigger than I’d just guessed, stretching me, creating a delicious burn as my body worked to accommodate his size. I sucked in a breath and moaned appreciatively, bringing my hands to his shoulders.

“Don’t slow down now,” he taunted. “You wanted to fuck me, so fuck me. And make it good.”

His words urged me onward. I rolled my hips, rocking against him. Once I found a tempo, I rode him hard, shamelessly taking him deeper inside me, clenching my walls around to make us both feel more.

His hands kneaded my ass, slamming me down harder and harder until he was seizing back the control he’d given me. He grabbed a handful of my hair and wrenched my head back until tears formed in my eyes from the pain.

His mouth closed around my left breast, and he bit down hard enough to break the skin.

I cried out as I came—hard. I didn’t have a chance to gather my bearings. He stood up and placed me on my back, shoving my knees up until the muscles in my legs began to burn.

“No one will ever get this part of you again,” he ground out, pushing his dick back inside me, setting a grueling pace. He fucked me as if his main goal was to rip me in half. I’d never wanted to be broken as much as I did then.

When he finally released my legs, it was to wrap both hands around my throat and fuck me with a renewed vigor as his grip grew increasingly tighter. He had the ability to snatch my life away if he wanted to—he was twisted enough to do it. The realization had another gush of arousal drenching his cock.

I screamed for him, begged him not to stop. Our sweat-slickened bodies slid together. I dug my nails into the flesh of his muscled back, making sure I marked it.

Coming with a dick inside me was so rare, I couldn’t keep up with the frequency with which he forced me to endure the pleasure he repeatedly gave. If this wasn’t his usual method of fucking then he was right: buried deep inside me, I already wanted more.

My body shook and trembled, hellfire coursing through my veins. His grip grew painful, a low growl unfurling from his throat. My vision danced with dots as he cut off my airflow.

When I thought I’d pass out, he withdrew completely and flipped me over onto my stomach, knotting a hand in my hair as he slammed back inside me and sunk his teeth into my shoulder.

CHAPTER TEN

I woke to him gently dragging his knuckles down my cheek. He’d covered me with the silken top sheet, leaving only my shoulders exposed. Opening my eyes, I glanced up at him, wondering what he was thinking.

My body was sore—everywhere—in the best way possible.

“We shouldn’t have done that.”

Ouch.

“Yet,” he quickly added. “Don’t get me wrong, being inside your pussy is going to be my new favorite hobby, but that wasn’t half of what I wanted to do to you.”

“I thought you did pretty good, but if there’s more…”

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