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There’s something authoritative about his voice that…doessomething to me.
And it’s something really not okay.
“I’m not hungry.”
“Swallow your pride and your seriously pathetic attempts at lying to me and fuckingeatsomething.”
“No—hey!”
I shudder, gasping as Cillian abruptly yanks the towel off of me and tosses it aside, leaving me stark naked on his lap. I try to bolt, but his hand still grips the back of my neck firmly, keeping me pinned right where I am.
I turn to glare at him through the flush throbbing in my face.
“Sadist.”
“Is that your way of asking me to fuck you again? Because you’ll need to ask much more nicely than that.”
My face burns hotly as my lips purse to a line.
“Oh?” I hiss. “Didn’t seem to take much before.”
His lips curl devilishly in the corners, his green eyes turning steely.
“Careful, little girl.”
A shudder of shameful heat creeps through me.
“Stop fucking calling me that.”
“I will when you stop acting like a child and eat the goddamn food.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“And a terrible liar, it would seem.Eat.”
“Get fucked—”
I moan—and I mean I fuckingmoan—when Cillian suddenly reaches up and roughly pinches one of my nipples.
Which also has the effect of making me open my mouth—a reaction he uses to stuff a strawberry between my lips.
Out of pure spite and defiance, I go to spit it back out. I even go so far as to turn first, so I can do it in hisface. But before I can, his big hand comes up to cup my jaw, closing my mouth firmly.
“Eat.”
I glare at him. His other hand snakes around my waist. My eyes bulge as he cups my breast and then suddenly pinches that nipple, too.
I make a moaning, choking sound with my mouth held shut—instantly flushing bright red.
“Chew,” he mutters.
When I don’t immediately do as he says, he pinches and then twists my nipple again. This time, when I shiver, he does it again. Then again, pulling and pinching mercilessly on the little pink nub until a shudder of pleasure ripples through my core.
“Chew, Una.”
I glare at him. He glares right back. Then, begrudgingly, I do. And the second I bite down, the sensation is almost orgasmic. Holy shit, I haven’t had fresh fruit in months. The sweet taste of the strawberry is like pure sin on my tongue.
When I swallow it, Cillian’s brow arches. “Finished?”
