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He growls above me. “You dirty little girl, coming with my cock down your throat.” His eyes are alight with such passion it makes my orgasm peak higher. He thrusts once more before spilling his cum down my throat, making me choke and gag as there’s too much for me to swallow.

“Beautiful,” he muses as he slips his cock from my lips, cum dripping off my chin.

I’m left panting on the bed, eyes wide with shock and disbelief at what transpired between us. It was rough and intense, yet beautiful as well, which is a sick thought.

“Well, your punishment was supposed to be no climax.” He rubs his chin as if contemplating. “So, I think I’m going to have to ensure you can’t have one while I’m not here instead.”

My brow furrows as I’m unsure how he’d be able to ensure that. Walking over to a briefcase, he unlocks it and pulls it open, making my breath hitch at what’s inside.

Proof of this man’s utter depravity as it’s filled with freaky looking sex toys; toys he clearly intends to use on me. He grabs one of the items and holds it. “Chastity belt,” he says, smirking wickedly.

I stand and back away. “Please, don’t—”

“Don’t what? Are you saying you want to play with that pretty little pussy while I’m not here?” His eyes narrow.

I’m pretty sure this guy is insane, as the look in his eyes is borderline manic.

“No, I just—”

“You will wear this like a good girl as I control all of your orgasms from here on, got it?”

This man is sadistic. The idea of wearing that thing, which has a God damn dildo attached, is torturous. “Are you serious?”

“Deadly.” He walks closer to me. “Now bend over for me like a good girl.”

There’s no use fighting, so I do as I’m told. I need to formulate an escape plan, but until then, this man controls me. “And you still don’t intend to tell me your name?” I ask, bent over with my pussy on display for him.

He affixes the belt which has a hole no doubt for using the bathroom. The dildo presses deep, making me ache all over again. Once it’s clasped together, he leans over my back and whispers in my ear, “Since you are so desperate to know, it’s Cillian Hook.”

Cillian.

With a quick nip of my earlobe, he stands and walks out of the room, leaving me bent over and filled with shame at what transpired between us. I’ve never felt such conflicting feelings for a person as Cillian Hook. He makes me hate him and want him all in the same breath.

12

CILLIAN

The old safe house looms before me. The lights are on in the kitchen. It’s been a week since I kidnapped Gwendolyne and three days since I last visited her room and lost fucking control. She drives me insane with lust.

Stepping through the door, I find ma in the kitchen stirring a large pot of Irish stew. She hears me enter and turns, smiling widely.

“Ah, Jonathan,” she says, her voice cheerful. “There you are, love.”

I shake my head. “Ma, we’ve had this conversation. I’m Cillian, not Jonathan.” Sadness unfurls deep in my gut as her condition has been worsening for a while now. She’s seen the best specialists in the world and is on meds, but it can’t stop her dementia, only slow it.

Her expression turns confused for a moment, and she shakes her head. “Sorry, son. You look so like your da at times.”

I purse my lips, as I know I resemble him which only makes me angry. Looking at old photos, you’d think we were brothers other than the fact I’m missing a damn hand because of him. Most people wouldn’t have a clue, considering my prosthetic is the best money can buy until I replace it with a hook when I want to intimidate. It’s fun to torment my targets with it.

Walking over to her, I place an arm around her shoulders and squeeze. “Don’t worry, Ma. It’s okay.” I sigh heavily. “How is our guest?”

Her jaw clenches. “I’m sure she’s trying to manipulate me.”

I arch a brow. “Manipulate you?”

“Yes, being all friendly, as if she’s trying to get me on her side.”

I laugh. “Perhaps she is. But you know best not to trust her, don’t you?”

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