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All those masked freaks would join them one by one. Someone was toying with us; it was only natural to want to toy with them back.
The door began to open behind me, nearly causing my body to pitch forward. I caught myself and whirled around, coming face to face with my blue-eyed demon.
“No,” I snapped, attempting to slam the door on him.
He laughed and shouldered his way in, slamming it himself. “I didn’t come in here for that. I came to check on you.”
His words seemed honest enough. Genuine, I suppose. I didn’t trust his ass, though. Not even a little bit.
“Why have you spent this whole time trying to keep me alive?” The question popped out before I could tell myself to shut the fuck up. That this wasn’t important right now. But it was, wasn’t it?
Because I had no idea what would be waiting at the manor we had to get to.
“Because maybe I love you,” he replied flippantly, brandishing a grin.
I rolled my eyes. “Ciaran, if you don’t get the fuck out.” I pointed to the door, indicating for him to leave.
“I’m not going anywhere, puppet. We can fuck, though. I think we could both use a distraction.”
The nerve of him. I crossed my arms and regarded his demeanor. Slowly realizing something was off, the hairs on the back of my neck started to rise. I created ample space between us, pretending all was perfectly fine even as alarm bells told me to get the hell out of dodge.
I wasn’t afraid of him. Quite the opposite, which was way worse—much worse. “So, now you’re someone who uses sex as a crutch?”
“I use you. To fuck. To toy with. To make myself feel better.”
“Your psycho is showing.”
“And you fucking love it, don’t you? Tell me how wet that makes your pussy, puppet. Tell me how badly you want to feel my dick inside you.”
With every word he came closer, not making a noise. Each step was as predatory as the look in his beautiful blue eyes.
“This isn’t the time for this. Not to mention I know who you are now.”
“You don’t know anything,” he countered, now right in front of me.
“I know we need to forget what we did and never let it happen again.”
“Forget?” he mocked, laughing lowly. “We haven’t even begun yet. This,” his hand motioned in the small space between us. “You and I are never going to be done.”
“Say we do get out of here… what are you going to do, Ciaran? Fight my family to the death just to be able to lie between my legs?”
“You think I have an issue getting pussy? That I’m doing this just to know I’m the only man who will ever give you want you want?”
His hand snaked around to the back of my head, grabbing hold of my neck.
“You’re more than some random dirty fuck, puppet. I’ll kill as many people as I have to if it means I get to keep you.”
“Why?” I breathed, thoroughly confused. What the hell did he want me for? I was a fucking basket case he had yet to see unravel.
He didn’t answer me. His mouth pressed to mine, the kiss he delivered brutal and carnal—a kiss meant to stake a claim regardless of my protests. I melted into him with hardly any resistance, winding my arms around his neck, burning for his touch even as soreness plagued me from only hours before.
I hadn’t regretted it then, but I knew I would regret this.
I couldn’t bring myself to care right now.
He was every dirty, terrible, and forbidden thing I wasn’t allowed to have. My family—his family—would never let this happen.
There was too much bad blood, too much trauma. I should have been pushing him away and tearing his throat out, and that’s exactly why I pulled him closer.
He shoved my sweatpants down just far enough to give him access to the space between my dampened thighs. His jeans went next. He manipulated my body until I was in front of the standalone basin, turning me around.
I grabbed either side of the porcelain, a soft moan spilling from my lips when he ran the head of his cock up my slit, teasing me.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I breathed, one last pitiful attempt to stop what was seconds away from happening.
He gripped my throat from the back and grinned, whispering in my ear before he slammed inside me. “Better the devil you know.”
I cried out, feeling every thick, solid inch of him inside me, stretching my pussy.
The intrusion was so painful, my pussy clenched, a spray of liquid drenching his cock. His other hand went to my hip to keep me upright as my legs threatened to give out.
“Your pussy is a fucking dream,” he groaned, rolling his hips to sink himself deeper. A low laugh mixed with my moans.
