Page 61 of Hook

“We were talking,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him. “I don’t have anyone to talk to. Sometimes, Tilly keeps me company.”

“Talking,” he repeats the word as if it’s a curse word, his tone suggesting he’s suspicious. “What is it you two talk about?”

I hesitate a moment, glancing at the book I’d been reading. “We were discussing my favorite wildlife photographer and how I’d love to be as good as him one day.” I pick up the book and wave it in the air.

I didn’t believe his eyes could narrow further, but they do. “You,” he says, glaring at Tilly. “Leave. Now.”

A look of concern enters Tilly’s eyes, but she doesn’t have a choice. “Of course, sir.”

I sense in that moment from the look she gives me that this is the last time I’ll see her. It’s too hot with Cillian catching us scheming together to attempt a breakout, and if he suspects she’s not loyal to him, then he’ll kill her.

It makes my heart sink; without Tilly’s help, I’ll be stuck in this Cillian’s hell forever. I fear in time I will learn to like it a little too much, especially considering the way he makes me feel when he touches me.

Tilly gives me a sad smile before turning and walking out the door. I watch her leave, feeling more alone than ever.

“Why do you have to be so rude to your staff?” I ask, glaring at him.

“Shut it!” he barks, walking over to me and grabbing a piece of paper that Tilly left on the seat. I realize that it’s my escape plan and panic overrides everything else.

“Cillian, I need you,” I murmur, drawing his eyes away from the paper he’s about to unfold. “It’s why I’m hanging out with Tilly. I’m going crazy on my own, thinking about you.”

There’s a flash of hope in his eyes, but then they narrow. “Are you messing with me, princess?”

I shake my head. “Of course not. I’ve been fantasizing about you fucking me against the bookcase since I found this place.”

He licks his lips like an angry wolf and stalks toward me, placing the piece of paper in his jacket pocket. At least it gives Tilly enough time to get away. I tell myself that’s the only reason I suggested it, as I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if Tilly gets captured by him and murdered all because she was trying to save me. However, I know there’s a dark part of me that wants this—wants him.

Cillian lifts me, his prosthetic hand more forceful than the other. Ever since I learned it’s bionic, I’ve noticed subtle differences. He carries me the few steps to the bookcase and slams me against it, books falling off it from the force. “I’m going to make that fantasy a reality,” he murmurs against my lips, making my stomach fill with butterflies. “Every single one, so tell me all of your wildest fucking dreams and I’ll make all of them come true.”

I swallow hard, wishing that he wasn’t so good with words. He makes it sound so tempting, although I’m here against my will. His lips capture mine in a passionate and all-consuming kiss, stealing my breath away.

One arm remains around my back while the other slips between us as he slides the string of my thong out of the way. His finger dips into my soaking wet pussy.

“Fuck, princess,” he growls, sounding feral. “I love how wet you are for me.”

I hear the zipper of his pants as he pulls it down, feeling him fumble between us as if he’s desperate to get inside me. And then, I feel the hot and heavy press of his cock against my entrance.

“Look at me,” he demands.

I look into those chestnut eyes and the moment I do, he drives every inch inside.

A scream catches in the back of my throat because two weeks of constant sex with him hasn’t gotten me used to his size. Every time it feels like I’m being torn apart.

He rests his face against my neck and kisses me. “I can’t get enough of you, Gwendolyne. I’ll never get enough of you.”

He moves back enough to look into my eyes as he lifts me up and down his cock, fucking me against the bookcase as if I weigh nothing. I’m sure he’ll bruise my back as it slams against the wood of the shelves behind, but it feels so good.

I can feel the books shifting behind me as he fucks me, each thrust more forceful than the last. I cry out in pleasure, clinging onto him and wrapping my legs around his waist like a vise as we continue moving together in a frenzied rhythm of lust.

Although I may have been lying to ensure Tilly gets away about this being a fantasy, I can’t deny how hot it is. I claw my fingers through his hair, not wanting this moment to end because once it does, I will remember how much I hate what he’s done to me.

“You’re such a good girl taking my cock so well.” His arms strain as he increases the force of his upward strokes, fucking me so hard I can hardly breathe. “As if you were made to fit me, princess.”

The suggestion we’re made to fit each other should terrify me, but it doesn’t.

“Tell me what I like to hear.” His eyes blaze with fire as they hold mine.

“I’m a whore for you only, captain,” I murmur, my body reacting to the words in kind. The word whore is so degrading, and yet the way he puts it only heightens my arousal.

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