Page 54 of Hook

And once I’m sure I can’t last longer, I stop. Determined to make this pretty little treasure mine forever. Once I’ve had her, I know there’s nothing in this world, other than death, that will stop me from keeping her.

19

GWENDOLYNE

Ipant for oxygen, sure he was about to suffocate me with his dick. Death by oral sex surely isn’t common, but that’s what it will say on my post-mortem.

Cillian moves back and the flash of something shiny catches my eye. I scream as I notice the hook in place of his hand.

How did I not notice until this point he’s missing a fucking hand?!

His jaw clenches. “I guess you didn’t realize I only have one hand?”

I shake my head. “No.”

He rolls his eyes. “I think the guy I commissioned to make my prosthetic did too good a job.” Cillian comes closer. “Why do you think they call me Hook?”

“Because it’s your surname,” I say.

He laughs. “Not originally. I changed my name.”

“Why?” I ask.

“Too many questions. And that’s not why we’re here, is it?”

I swallow hard, wondering if he can actually have sex with that thing without tearing me apart. “Can you put your hand back on?”

There’s a flash of something in his eyes and for a moment, I think it might be hurt. A wall of steel shuts it down instantly. “You know, sex with the hook can be fun.”

I swallow hard. “I’m scared you’ll gut me with it.”

He laughs, bringing it closer to my face. “It’s blunt, feel it.”

I reach out and place a finger on the tip of the hook, thankful to find it’s blunt. “It still looks lethal.”

He smirks. “And don’t you know lethal is exciting?” He brushes the tip of the hook down my neck moving lower, circling my already hard nipples with the tip.

Need pulses between my thighs as I watch him, wondering what happened to his hand. He’s so unhinged and tortured, and I’m intrigued about what made him that way. The last thing I should feel toward Cillian is intrigue.

“Lie down for me, princess.” he says, nodding toward the bed.

A part of me is hesistant about doing what he says and another part longs to obey him. It’s so fucked. I lie on my back and that’s when my attention moves from the hook to his other hand, which is stroking his dick.

My entire body blazes with heat as I stare at the erection between his legs. He’s huge, not only long, but thick, and the thought of that inside me makes me shudder.

“I’m going to claim you,” he purrs, eyes fixated on mine. “And you’re going to love it. That, I guarantee.”

His words make the ache inside me deepen. It’s hard to believe how badly I want him after everything. My mind is blank as I watch him crawl between my thighs, a predatory look in his eyes. It’s like I’m a wounded antelope in front of a lion, waiting for him to pounce with no way of escape. He wraps his hand around my throat and settles his cock against my pussy.

I’m completely at odds with myself—my body begging for him, despite the disgust coursing through my veins. His touch is cold and forceful, but it sets my skin on fire. And the sickest part is, the mere thought of him fucking me makes my pussy ache more.

He rubs the swollen head of his cock over my clit, coating my pussy in pre-cum. “I’ve been waiting too damn long for this.”

My brow furrows. “Two weeks isn’t long.”

He moves his lips to mine and murmurs, “No, I’ve been waiting my entire fucking life to find my home, and now I’ve found it. In your tight little cunt. You’re my home, Gwendolyne. And I will fight to keep hold of you so long as my heart is still beating in my chest.”

The intensity of his words steal the oxygen from my lungs and goosebumps erupt over my skin. Conflict over loving the way he speaks to me and hating the way he’s gone about this rage a war in my head.

---