Page 62 of Hook

“That’s right, my good little whore taking her captain’s cock like a pro,” he murmurs, moving away from the bookcase and lowering me onto the sofa I’d been sitting on before. Still inside me, he shrugs off his jacket and tosses it aside, and then his hips slam into me in this new position. Every thrust hits a spot deep within me that sets my world ablaze.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

“You like it deep, don’t you?” he asks, watching me.

I swallow hard and nod. “Yes, it feels so good.”

“Good,” he growls, fucking me harder. “Because I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t breathe.”

I cry out, the pain and pleasure excruciatingly good. “Oh fuck!”

Cillian pulls my bottom lip between his teeth and nibbles before releasing it. “Such a dirty mouth,” he breathes.

I groan, the intensity of this moment almost too much for me. It’s impossible to hate the way he makes me feel when he’s like this. He’s taking me to heights I never dreamed of.

“I’m going to fill you so full with my cum it will drip out of your pussy for hours.” His thrusts become erratic, all control slipping away as primal desire takes over. “And you’re going to fucking come on my cock when I tell you to and make a nice mess of this sofa, like the good girl you are.”

I moan. “Yes, captain, please make me come.”

His jaw works as he fucks me harder than I believed possible, forcing me to claw onto the sides of the sofa to ground myself. “Tell me how badly you want my cum, Gwendolyne. Tell me how much of a whore you are for my cum.”

I swallow hard, all inhibitions no longer present. “I want your cum so bad, please give me it,” I beg, running a hand over my nipples.

His eyes snap to them, narrowing. “And how badly do you want to be bred?”

I stiffen then, as he keeps throwing that word around, but never asked me whether I want it. “What?”

“You heard me, princess. I’m going to get you pregnant,” he growls, sounding a little feral. “Breed your pretty little pussy until you’re growing big and round with my baby.”

I shudder, as the thought is terrifying. However, his comment can’t fight off the violent need to come apart. “You’re crazy,” I murmur.

He wraps his fingers around my throat. “Crazy for you, princess. Now come for me.”

He restricts my airway, making stars filter into my vision. And then I’m hit by the most intense and delicious sensation I’ve ever felt as my orgasm comes. I feel the pleasure rush through me like a storm, taking over my body until I am shaking and quivering, unable to do anything else but surrender to his will. Cillian doesn’t stop fucking me until I am spent from the pleasure, spilling his cum deep within me.

The intensity of the moment is overwhelming and fills me with a strange combination of terror and euphoria as reality rushes back to me. But before I have time to think it through, Cillian’s lips are on mine in a passionate kiss.

He rolls off me eventually, breathing heavily. And then he tucks his cock back into his pants and clears his throat, glancing at the carnage of books we left in our wake. “That was fucking beautiful, but we need to tidy this up.”

I swallow hard as I sit up, feeling shame as his cum drips out of me. He’s seen me like this so many times since our wedding night, but this was the first time I instigated it.

His eyes dilate as they fall on my pussy. “You’re a fucking vision filled with my cum,” he murmurs.

Heat coils through me. Despite just having sex with him, I feel oddly vulnerable like this in front of him. I pull my panties back into place and yank my dress from my hips, jumping to my feet.

Cillian’s expression is conflicted as he turns to clear up the books, putting them back. While he’s distracted, I take the advantage to retrieve the piece of paper that he took from Tilly from his jacket pocket, stuffing it into the cup of my bra.

Cillian turns around then, eyes narrowing as if he suspects something. “Aren’t you going to help, princess? This was your fault.”

I swallow hard, thankful he hasn’t realized that I took the paper from his pocket. And then I walk over to help him put the books back. “Is there a particular order?” I ask, as I pick the first one I come to up.

He shakes his head. “No, put them back wherever.”

As I gather a few books and place them back onto the bookcase, I glance at him. “Do you like reading, then?”

Cillian’s chestnut eyes snap to me and there’s a haunted look in them as he shakes his head. “No, not much of a reader.”

I arch a brow. “Why so many books then?”

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