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“What are you going to do with that?” I ask.

“I’m going to fuck your ass with it.”

I tense, trying to get away, but Cillian grabs me firmly, holding me in place.

“Keep calm and trust me. Can you do that?”

I shouldn’t, but I want to. “Yes,” I breathe.

“Good girl.” He unzips his pants, placing his cock against my soaking wet pussy. “So wet for me.”

I arch my back, willing him to slide the length of his cock into me. He doesn’t move, as I feel the bulbous tip of his hook against my ass. I tense, my body panicking as he squirts lube onto my hole while his cock remains pressed against my throbbing pussy.

Slowly he works the end of the hook into my ass until it’s inside me. I’ve never felt this aroused in all my life. The sensation is so good and from this angle I can see about four men stroking their cocks while they watch us. I shudder, the need to be fucked building within me.

“Watch those fuckers get off on seeing you like this. If I ever see them again, I’ll fucking chop their dicks off and feed them to the wolves,” he growls, the hook so deep inside as he starts to thrust between my thighs, rubbing the length of his cock against my clit and driving me insane. “You belong to me. This tight little ass belongs to me. Your pretty little mouth is mine. And that cunt is my heaven and I’m God, got it?”

His filthy word sound delicious. I’m not sure if he’s expecting a response, but I nod as best I can.

“Such a good whore. My whore,” he growls.

And I know that I’m hardly going to be able to survive my husband at this rate. He’s taking me to places I never knew existed and I can no longer pretend I’m not enjoying every second of the ride.

27

CILLIAN

Rage and desire pulse through me all at once. I severely underestimated how possessive I am over Gwendolyne as about twenty fucking perverts watch us.

This was the intention, and it’s not like I can kill those guys stroking their dicks. The club is open for people to watch, for fuck’s sake. It’s the entire point. And I’m the owner, but as I slide my cock against her clit and keep my hook in her tight little ass, I’m going insane.

“I need to turn the privacy screen on,” I say, pulling away from her and unfastening the hook from my arm, leaving it in her ass.

As I walk toward the door to the booth, she’s gasping for oxygen. “Wait! Isn’t the point to be watched?”

I glance back at her over my shoulder. “People are going to wind up dead. I don’t like them gawking at you.”

She arches a brow. “What did you expect would happen? We’re in a sex club in a glass booth!”

I know how insane I’m being right now, but I can’t help it. “What does it matter?”

Her cheeks flush then and I realize she’s enjoying this.

“Are you enjoying being watched, princess?”

Her throat bobs as she swallows. “Maybe.”

I growl. “My dirty little whore likes people watching her, does she?”

She licks her lips. “Yes, captain.”

Fuck.

That puts me in a dilemma. As while I want to give her everything she wants, it’s driving me insane knowing those men are storing images of her in their perverted wank banks for later.

“I thought you wanted to prove to everyone who I belong to?” She arches her back and grabs her perky tits, rubbing her hard nipples. “Show them, captain.”

How the fuck can I refuse that invitation?

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