Page 52 of Hook

I throw her onto the bed so that she’s propped against pillows and proceed to clamp the chains on each post of the bed onto her wrists and ankles so that her arms are dangling in the air and thighs are spread wide.

This is exactly what she needs right now—to be completely at my mercy and let go of everything else that ties her down in life, including Piero.

Once I’m done securing her arms and legs, I stand back admiring how perfect she looks laying there like a gift waiting for me to unwrap in that pretty, elegant white dress.

“You look delightful.” I walk over to the bed, unable to take my eyes away from hers. “True perfection.”

“Stay away from me!”

“We both know that’s not what you want.” I tilt my head to the side. “Tell the truth, princess, or I’ll be forced to punish you for lying.”

Her lips tighten into a straight line as she glares at me in defiance.

I pull my tie off and throw my jacket aside, unbuttoning my shirt as I watch her.

Gwen can’t help but look at my chest, tracking the tattoos across it.

I notice the desire written across her face, but I don’t say anything. Instead, I move my hands to my belt and pull it off before dropping my pants to the floor.

Her face flushes deep red the moment she sees the outline of my cock as she takes her eyes off me, trying to look anywhere else. She can’t resist as her gaze drifts back to my throbbing erection.

I smile before moving toward her, my hands going to her face and gently pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. I lean in close and whisper into it, “You’re mine now.”

Slowly, I move away from her and walk over to the nightstand, grabbing a blindfold, which I place over Gwen’s eyes. The sensation of being unable to see heightens all other senses.

“P-Please,” she quivers.

I run my hand along her body, feeling every curve as she trembles beneath me.

“Please, what?” I ask, enjoying the way her breathing grows shallow and rapid as I brush my fingertips across her skin, moving from her neck to her legs and back again until she’s shaking.

“Don’t do this,” she finally manages to grit out.

“It’s already done, princess. You’re my wife now, and I’m going to show you what that means tonight.” I remove my prosthetic hand and grab the blunt hook out of the night stand drawer, putting it on. She has no idea that I have a prosthetic. It cost me millions of dollars because no one can tell the fucking difference. It’s that good.

Fear and arousal make her shake as I climb between her spread thighs and lift the hem of her dress to her ribcage, revealing a pair of lacy white panties that barely cover her cunt.

“So damn perfect and all mine,” I growl, moving my face to her pussy and inhaling her scent. “You’re so fucking sweet, Gwendolyne.”

“You’re insane.”

I smirk, as her insults are meager at best. “I can take you places you never dreamed of. I know that you want to go there with me.”

She fights against the restraints as I use the tip of my hook to draw soft circles on her skin. She turns as stiff as stone. “I—Is that a knife?”

“No, relax,” I murmur, dragging it lower toward her panties. “Give in to the way it feels.”

She shudders as I drag the tip lower, stopping above her clit and making her gasp. “Cillian, what are—”

“Quiet,” I interrupt, drawing patterns in her skin with the tip of my hook. “Be a good girl and listen to what I say.”

She exhales a long breath and I notice the way she gives in, her body relaxing back against the soft mattress.

I use my good hand to pull her panties down and I circle her clit with the tip of my hook, enjoying the way she shudders. It’s sexy seeing her at my mercy, bound and blindfolded, while I play with her.

A strangled moan escapes her lips as she tries to fight it, and it’s the single most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. Gwendolyne Hook is divine and I don’t deserve her, but that’s not going to stop me from claiming her and keeping hold of her so damn hard someone would have to burn me alive to win her off me.

“You make me hard, Gwen,” I breathe, allowing my breath to tease against her clit and soaking wet folds. “The smell of you.” I inhale again. “So fucking divine.”

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