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I arch my back more, knowing that I’ve never been this turned on.

“Please,” I beg.

He removes the hook from my hip and drags it down my spine as he shoves his cock into me with such force I can hardly catch my breath. “I get the sense you enjoy pain. And I can’t wait to inflict more on you.”

I bite my lip, as I think he’s right. The pain only amplifies the pleasure, which is confusing.

“Tell me what you want,” he demands.

I swallow hard, knowing the moment I admit it, then he has a power over me I don’t want to give him, and yet I can’t resist. “I want you to make me come.”

His cruel laugh slices through my thoughts, making me desperate to get away from the reality of this situation.

“Such a needy girl, but it’s not time yet. Tell me that you’re my whore,” he demands.

My body turns stiff at the thought of saying that. “What?”

He grabs my neck from behind and pulls me at an odd angle so that his lips are against my ear. “Tell me that you’re a whore only for me. And that this pussy is mine to fuck and breed, forever and fucking always. Then, perhaps I’ll let you come.”

The desperation for release wins out. “I’m your whore,” I murmur, grinding my hips backward as he viciously drives his cock deeper.

“More,” he demands. “Make me believe you.”

I swallow hard, staring forward as the shame heightens at the words I’m about to say. “I’m a whore only for you, captain. My pussy is yours. It belongs to you.”

He growls against my ear and then bites at it, sending a thrill through my veins. His grip on my throat tightens, forcing me to arch my back further with each thrust. “Good girl,” he purrs. “Take my cock and moan for me. Moan for me like a dirty little whore who can’t enough of her captain’s cock.”

He digs the hook into my hip so hard it brings tears to my eyes. I want him to keep going until all of my inhibitions are obliterated and I can no longer stand on two feet. Nothing compares to this sweet torture. Cillian takes ownership of every part of me until all that’s left is a submissive slut panting in need and screaming in pleasure. I’m going to die if I don’t come soon.

And then he stops and pulls out, making me scream in frustration.

“Don’t worry. It’s almost time, but when I breed you, I want to see your face.” He flips me back onto my back and slides his hand around my throat, his hook still clawing into my hip. “Tell me who owns you,” he orders.

“You do.”

He arches a brow.

“Captain,” I breathe, knowing I’ve never been more desperate for anything in my life.

“Good girl,” he praises, and then he’s inside me. His cock drilling me deep and hard as I rest my head back against the pillow, his hand still wrapped around my throat like a collar. “I want to feel that tight little cunt come all over my cock,” he grunts, eyes filled with a determination that makes me wetter. “And when you come, I want you to make a fucking mess of the bed with your juices so I can lap it all up afterwards, taste both of our essences mixed together, because I’m going to keep devouring you all fucking night, and I won’t stop until you are well and truly bred with cum and pass out.”

The mere idea makes me shudder, my muscles clamping around the thick girth of him.

“Do you understand?”

“Oh, fuck! Yes, captain!” I shout as my climax hits me with an intensity so extreme it feels like I’ve died and gone to heaven. Every part of my body spams as my nerve endings set on fire. Cillian sends me off a cliff edge, spiraling into an abyss of pure pleasure. “Oh my God.”

“That’s right, princess. Call for your God. That’s me now,” he growls, the thickness of his cock swelling before he explodes inside me. “I’m your God and don’t ever fucking forget it.”

As we both recover from our mutual highs, reality hits me hard. Cillian took my virginity. A part of me which was meant to be reserved for Piero, and the sickest part is that I loved it, hell I begged for it.

Shame plagues me as Cillian rolls off of me and then climbs between my thighs. And before I can question him, he’s lapping up my arousal and his, tasting our mixed essence. And the fire reignites within me. “Delicious. Once I’ve finished eating you,” he murmurs, eyes burning with wicked intent. “I’m going to fuck you again. By morning you will be so full of my cum it will be dripping from you all day tomorrow.”

God save me, as I’m not sure I’m going to survive this night, let alone being married to Cillian Hook for the rest of my life.

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CILLIAN

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