Page 55 of Hook

I close my eyes tight, wishing he’d do it and get it over with already. I’m sure I’m going to die from anticipation but then he slams into me. His cock breaking me apart as I scream in pain.

“Breathe,” he coaches, his lips lingering over mine. “It will get better if you relax.”

Relax?

This man is insane if he thinks I can relax. He’s breaking me apart with his giant dick. “I can’t relax. It hurts.”

“You can relax, princess.” He moves his lips to my ear and murmurs. “I know you don’t think I’m capable of winning your heart, mind and soul, but I’m going to prove to you that I am.”

His words send a shiver down my spine. He thinks he can win my heart and that scares me. Because what he’s done should make that impossible.

Why do his words send butterflies fluttering to life in the pit of my stomach?

And yet I feel myself succumb to the pleasure that consumes my body. Every thrust better than the last as Cillian takes me without mercy, his cock pummeling me and hitting a spot that makes it impossible not to moan.

“Cillian,” I breathe his name, wanting him to look me in the eye.

He looks at me; eyes wild with a fire I can hardly describe. “It’s captain to you, princess.”

I swallow hard and nod, wrapping my hands around the back of his neck. “Yes, captain.”

He groans, clamping his eyes shut as he murmurs, “Good girl.” His hand grips my hip, while his hook rests at my side and he forces himself deeper, pushing me toward the edge of a cliff with no sign of slowing.

“Oh fuck, captain!” I cry out, knowing that any minute I’ll come.

And he stops, leaving me panting and wanting.

“No!” I squeal, shaking my head. “Why did you stop?”

He kisses me softly, his tongue gently swiping against my lips until I grant him entry. After a torturously slow kiss, he says, “Because when you come with me inside you, I want it to be the single most explosive orgasm you’ve ever experienced. I want you to see stars and pass out from the intensity so that nothing on this earth could ever erase that memory from your mind.” He bites my earlobe, sending a thrilling pain through my body. “And the only way to guarantee that is to delay it.” He bites my bottom lip before sucking on it. “Now, on your hands and knees for me.” He pulls his cock out of me, leaving me empty and desperate for more.

“Cillian, this is—“

“Be a good girl and do as your captain tells you.”

I grind my teeth together, but the need to climax wins over as I have to twist the chains on my ankles to get onto all fours for him, glancing over my shoulder to watch him.

He stands there with his hook gleaming, his cock in his other hand as he strokes it. And I hate how badly I want him.

I shouldn’t want anything from him. He took me captive and I’m on the brink of begging him to fuck me.

“Tell me what you want.”

I swallow my pride. “You. I want you.”

The smirk on his lips is pure fucking sin. It’s evil. The kind of smirk I’d expect to see on the devil’s face if I were to meet him. There’s a darkness in this man that scares me and excites me all at the same time.

“Good girl, Gwendolyne.” I don’t know why him using my full name gives me shivers. “Now, face forward.”

I do as he says, looking forward at the headboard as my heart hammers erratically. When I finally feel his cock nudge against my dripping wet entrance, I sigh in relief. The need for him is all-consuming. He shoves into me, one hand clawing at my hip and the tip of his hook pressing hard into my other hip, drawing me closer to him as he fucks me with force. The hook, although blunt, adds an exquisite pain that I can’t believe I enjoy.

All I can do is succumb to his touch, his demand, and allow myself to be taken.

“That’s it, you are doing so well taking my cock like that,” he praises, his voice sinfully deep and laced with desire. “You are such a good fucking girl and all mine.”

“Fuck me harder, captain,” I say, glancing at him over my shoulder.

His lips curve and he spanks my ass, the impact making me gasp in surprise. “You have a foul mouth for a princess.”

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