Page 84 of Hook

Once I’ve emptied every drop of cum inside her, I pull out. And then I remove my hook from her ass.

“Such a good girl, taking my cum like that. And with my hook in your ass. It was sinfully good feeling it rub against my cock.”

She stands and licks her bottom lip. “That was crazy…” I notice her attention move to the window, where a larger crowd has gathered. Like the flick of a switch, my possessive side returns.

“Get dressed, quickly.”

Her brow arches.

“Do as you’re told.”

She sighs heavily and gets back into her clothes while I tuck myself back into my trousers and put my prosthetic back on.

“Ready?” I ask.

Her cheeks are dark red. “I suddenly feel self-conscious about walking out there.”

I hold my hand out to her and she takes it. “Don’t be. It was fucking beautiful, and don’t forget that.”

She nods in response, and we make our way out of the booth. One of the assholes that had been jerking off to us grabs Gwendolyne’s wrist.

“Hey baby, how about you suck my cock next?”

I snap. Red floods my vision and I launch myself at him, wrapping my hands around his throat and choking the life out of him. “You don’t know who the fuck you’re messing with.”

His eyes widen as he claws at my fingers, trying to pry them away.

“Gwendolyne is mine,” I growl, tightening my grasp as my rage takes over. “Anyone who fucking goes near her dies, do you understand?”

I feel a soft hand on my shoulder, trying to pull me away. “Cillian, stop,” her sweet voice calls to me, trying to break through the murderous haze.

I snap out of it, releasing the patron of my club before he passes out.

He groans and falls to the floor, rolling over as he clutches onto his throat and wretches.

“What the hell was that?” Gwen asks.

I grab her wrist and yank her away from the crowd and into the back. “That asshole put his hands on you.”

“And your point is? It’s not like I would have agreed to suck his cock.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “It’s not the point. He touched what’s mine, and no one touches what’s mine.”

“You’re crazy.”

I grab her throat and yank her toward me. “Crazy, huh? And who was it that was begging me to keep the glass unscreened so that everyone can watch me fuck you?”

Her nostrils flare. “It was fun. You need to take a chill pill.”

“When it comes to you, Gwendolyne. I can’t. You make me so fucking possessive I’d kill to make sure no one else touches you.”

Her throat bobs. “That’s the definition of crazy.”

“Or perhaps it’s the definition of true possession. And let’s not pretend that you don’t want to be possessed, because you do.” I move my lips to her ear and whisper, “You want me to own you and there’s no use denying it. I have it all on fucking video.”

She tenses then. “What?”

I smirk. “Oh yes, that beautiful session was being recorded. All the booths have recording devices in case the members want a copy.”

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