Page 60 of Godless Saints

His hand slid down, palming me through my sweats. I jerked into the touch. So much for restraint.

“You’re dripping for me.” He sounded cruel. “Tell me Zara gets you this hard.”

“Shut up.” My hips rolled anyway.

I shoved at his chest, trying to flip us. He didn’t budge, pinning me harder.

“Cute.” Malice dripped from his voice. “Keep fighting. I love how fucking pretty you look losing to me instead of playing house with her.”

I caught his wrist, nails digging in. “You’re too fucking cocky.”

Cillian’s eyes dropped to my mouth. A cruel little smile tugged at his lips. “Then take control, Moonshine,” he taunted. “Show me you don’t need her. Show me you’re still fucking mine.”

I shoved him back. He let me, only to laugh and spin us again, slamming my spine against a cold stone pillar wrapped in winter roses. Thorns bit through my hoodie.

Our bodies crashed together, rough and frantic. I grappled for the upper hand, pride screaming at me to pin him down. My cock throbbed harder, calling me a liar.

One part of me wanted to shove him to his knees and use his mouth. The darker part wanted him to overpower me completely. I tried to shove that part down.

“You think I’m just going to let you?” I hissed. I held his stare, fingers flexing on his wrist. Then I released him.

Cillian dropped to his knees on the cold stone without hesitation. My breath fractured.

Cillian looked up like he’d already decided how the night would end. “You gonna feed me that cock, prince? Or do I have to beg for it like a good boy?”

“What are you—”

He yanked my sweats down, pulled me out, already leaking, and took me in one slow, wet, greedy slide. My head cracked back against the pillar. “Fuck—”

The rough scrape of his stubble was overwhelming. He took me deeper, throat fluttering tight, moaning like he was starving for me. Every vibration rolled straight through my cock.

I fisted his hair, controlling the pace. He let me. For three strokes. Then his hands clamped around my hips and he took over, fucking his own throat with my cock like he was the one using me. The realization hit like ice water down my spine. My own pulse betrayed me, loud in my ears. Not after everything. Not after I’d let myself believe him for one stupid second.

What if this is still the Writ?

But then he moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting straight to my balls, and my mind went white. Even on his knees, Cillian still dominated. One of his hands slid back. A slick finger pressed against my entrance, circling, teasing. My entire body locked.

“No.” I yanked his hair harder, wrenching him off with a wet pop. “Don’t.”

Cillian froze, lips shiny and swollen, eyes feral on mine. He didn’t back off. He caught my wrist, dragged my hand to his mouth, and kissed the ring like a claim. Then he sucked the finger in, tongue hot, filthy, and bit down just hard enough to spike my pulse.

“Wearing my ring and still telling me no,” he murmured against my skin. “Fucking liar, Moonshine. You’ve wanted this since Saint Lucia. I see it every time you look at me like you’re two seconds from breaking.”

“I decide when you get inside me,” I said. “Not you.”

He smiled against my finger, teeth grazing the ring again. “You do. But we both know how this ends. I’m going to finger this tight hole open, then I’m going to fuck you until you forget every reason you’re pretending you don’t want it. And you’re going to let me because you’re already mine.”

His free hand slid back, spreading me, circling my entrance with deliberate pressure. Heat flared up my spine. I opened my mouth, okay, just slow, but the words died in my throat.

Cillian’s eyes stayed locked on mine, reading every fucking thing I wouldn’t say.

“I will,” he said, quiet.

He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, spreading me obscenely wide. The new angle left me completely exposed under the dim garden lights. More dangerous than I could stand.

Cillian kissed the inside of my thigh, then dragged his mouth back to the crown of my cock. He licked the leaking slit with a filthy groan, tasting me, before swallowing me down again. At the same time, his slick finger pushed inside me.

I twisted, eyes raking the corridor. Empty. For now. If a guard turned the corner I’d walk off the nearest cliff. I jerked the edge of my hoodie up and bit down hard on the thick fabric, muffling my moan.