Page 36 of Hook

I push myself from the bed and walk toward it, opening it to reveal a beautiful blue dress with lace inserts. I run my fingers across the soft fabric, admiring the intricate detailing across the bodice and along the hemline. It’s a long elegant dress that is intended to cascade to the floor with a waist that is cut inward. If it weren’t for the fact I’m a captive of this man, it’s the kind of dress you expect the princess to wear in a fairytale, but this is no fairytale.

Pursing my lips, I strip off the dress I’ve been wearing for days and walk into the bathroom, running the shower and stepping under the calming spray.

Cillian Hook is clearly an insane narcissist, but if he’s going to take me away from here today, it gives me hope of an escape. If I get the chance, I’m going to snatch it and run as if my life depends on it.

And yet, as I wash myself, I can’t help my mind from wandering do dirty, fucked-up places. Ever since Cillian threw me into this room and licked me to climax, I’ve been having way too many sick fantasies of him, and it’s all been made ten times worse by the fact that I couldn’t touch myself. And yet, it hadn’t stopped me from orgasming. The belt he had put on made me so sensitive that I’ve woken in the night sweating and coming apart from imagination alone.

Then last night… God, I don’t want to think about it.

The way he crept into my room and removed it while I slept. I’m a deep sleeper and didn’t rouse. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. And even now, the moment I touch my clit, I cry out, as it’s still so sensitive.

It takes me a minute at maximum to reach my release and I have to brace my hands against the wall to keep myself upright at the intensity of it. “Fuck, Cillian,” I moan his name shamefully, hating that he’s made me think of him whenever I come.

It should be Piero. He should be the only face I see and the only name I cry out.

Shame fills me as I grab the shampoo bottle and lather my hair, wondering where this monster is taking me.

I pull the shower door open and step out, wrapping a fluffy white towel around my body and walking back to the bedroom. I take the dress from off the bed and slip it over my head, feeling the silky fabric slide across my skin like a caress. It feels so good to have clean clothes on for the first time in a week, and I sigh as I look at myself in the mirror.

When I get downstairs, Cillian is waiting for me. He’s tapping his foot on the ground but when he sees me his eyes widen. “What a vision you are,” he muses. “So damn tasty.”

I swallow hard and shake my head. “What’s this about?”

“No questions, princess. It’s a surprise.”

Normally, I love surprises, but I don’t feel too keen on whatever this man has in store for me. He grabs my hip and yanks me against his side, guiding me out of the house and onto the driveway, where a sleek black sports car is parked. “You’re a fucking vision,” he murmurs into my ear. “I can’t wait to get that dress off of you.”

I yank away from him and glare at him. “Well, if I have anything to say about it, you won’t get it off of me.”

He chuckles. “Thankfully, you won’t have a say.”

I grind my teeth as this man has some nerve.

“Now, be a good girl and get in the car,” he orders.

Despite wanting to turn around and sprint in the opposite direction, one quick glance around proves there are no houses nearby and a forest on one side. Although, I’d like to make him chase me for the hell of it.

“Stop thinking about running. It’s a waste of both of our times.”

I don’t know if it’s because he tells me not to, or what. But I make the snap decision to sprint off toward the forest, wondering if I could perhaps lose him in there and find a way to safety.

“Oh, Gwen. It is dangerous to run away from me, as I get turned on by the hunt,” he calls after me, not running yet.

The man is crazy, and perhaps I’m as crazy for running from him. I use all of my energy to sprint as fast as I’ve ever gone. Something tells me he’s still going to catch me. My lungs burn as I twist and turn around the trees, searching for a way out. Suddenly, I trip over a fallen tree branch, my body tumbling to the floor.

Before I can register what’s happening, Cillian catches me. He grabs my arm and pulls me into his chest. His breathing is heavy, but not from the run; it’s from desire. “You can’t escape me,” he whispers in my ear. And without warning, he yanks me around so I’m facing him.

The intensity of his gaze makes me gasp out loud. It’s like he’s looking straight through me—into every hidden corner of my soul that I’ve tried to protect for so long now—and there’s nothing I can do about it.

“I think you wanted me to chase you. The idea of being caught excited you, didn’t it?”

I hate that he’s right, that a part of me was excited by the idea of being chased by him. Ever since this twisted game started, he has managed to get under my skin. I long for him as much as I dislike him.

“No,” I reply.

He smirks and his fingers dance between over my inner thighs. “I think you wanted me to fuck you out here Gwen, didn’t you?” His breathing labors as he brushes his fingers against my pussy. “You wanted me to fuck you like an animal in the forest. Breed that pretty little cunt on the forest floor. And while the idea is highly appealing,” he murmurs, his fingers barely skating over my pussy which is shamefully wet. “We have somewhere to be.” With that, he stops touching me and yank me over his shoulder, carrying my back toward the car.

I beat against his back. “Put me down. I can walk, you know?”

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