Page 44 of Hook

I swallow hard as the two of them rush out of the kitchen as if their lives depend on it.

“Now, princess, I want you to tell me the truth. Who is already a monster?”

“It’s not important,” I murmur, hating the fact that he scares me.

“If you were saying I’m already a monster, it means Rosa or Tilly called me a monster. Who said it?” he asks, eyes narrowing.

“We weren’t talking about you.”

He shakes his head. “Shall I torture them both to find out?”

I swallow hard. “Don’t touch them. It’s not their fault.”

Cillian takes a step closer, and for the first time I’m scared of him, because I know what he could do to them. “Tell me what you were talking about or else I’ll hurt them.” My heart is pounding in my chest as I realize that he’s serious. “I simply asked where all the clocks are in the house, and—”

“And they mentioned that I turn into a monster when there’s one around?” he finishes for me.

I nod in response. “And I said you’re always a monster.”

He smirks, and I’m not sure whether to be relieved or not. “Well, I can’t exactly punish them for telling the truth. I am a monster when there’s a clock around.”

“Why?” I ask, remembering the way he tried to throw the clock out of the hotel window.

His jaw clenches and there’s a darkness in his eyes. “I’d rather not speak about it.”

“Fine,” I say simply, standing. “I’m going back to my room.”

He steps into my path. “You mean our room? And I want your company, so you’re not going anywhere.”

My heart accelerates as his fingers move beneath the hem of my dress. “You’re going to leave Rosa and Tilly alone, right?”

He shakes his head. “No, they’ll be punished for speaking to you.” His jaw works. “But they’ll live, at least.”

“You really are a monster.”

His fingers move beneath the string of my thong, thrusting inside me. “And proud of it,” he murmurs, thrusting deeper and making my knees buckle. “I think you love my monstrous side.”

This man is insane if he thinks I love any part of him. “I hate all of you,” I spit, wanting to hurt him but knowing that I’m powerless when he’s holding me like this. “There’s nothing about you that I love.”

“We’ll see about that when we’re married.”

“I’m not marrying you.”

He chuckles. “Princess, you’re marrying me, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” He curls his fingers in a way that hits the spot deep inside me.

I crumble, moaning at the sensation as I clasp onto his jacket for support, trying to stop myself from literally dropping to my knees—not a position I want to be in when he’s like this.

“That’s what I thought, moan for me,” he purrs, dark eyes watching my every move. “I can’t wait to be inside you, fucking you so hard that you can’t remember your own name.” His fingers delve deeper inside me. “Breeding this pretty pussy and making you big and round with my baby.” That thought should make me feel sick, but instead it drives me crazy with need. “And believe me, I’m going to fuck you, Gwendolyne, before you tell me it’s never going to happen.”

I hate that he drives me crazy with desire. “I hate you,” I say, knowing that really I hate myself for feeling the way I do around him.

He slams his fingers deeper inside me, and it feels like I’m going to explode. The sensation is too intense to control my reactions as I moan, pulling him toward me as I try to use him as a crutch. “Such a dirty little liar.” He kisses me, our tongues tangling together in a passionate kiss. And then, he breaks away and drags his thumb over my clit, the pleasure so intense I know I won’t last much longer. “Come for me like a good girl,” he breathes.

What I hate the most is the way my body responds to his command.

I can feel it. My body tensing up, the pleasure bubbling inside me and threatening to overflow. I claw at his back trying to keep it down but unable to resist the warmth and heat that washes over me in waves. The orgasm builds to a crescendo within me and soon I’m screaming, “Oh God!” my voice echoing as I come harder than I ever have before, pleasure radiating through my body.

“That’s right, princess, I’m your God now. Pray to me and me alone,” he growls.

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