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Desire overwhelms me as I continue to undress for him, his eyes never leaving my body.

When I’m naked, he steps back to admire me. “Perfect,” he says with a smirk. “I’ll never get enough of seeing you naked, princess.”

There’s a mix of anger and desire fighting for control within me. “What do you want from me, Cillian?”

He steps closer, grabbing my waist with his hands and yanking me toward him. “Everything,” he growls. “I want you to be mine in every sense of the word. I want your fucking heart, and if you keep insisting I’ll never have it, I’m going to prove to you why I should.”

Intrigued by his words, I shake my head. “How exactly would you prove that?”

“Time,” he says simply, as if that’s an explanation.

“You could give me all the time in the world. I’ll never give you my heart by choice.” There’s a twinge in my chest, as I know that’s not true. This dark and dangerous man is already sinking his hook into it, and before long he’ll own it entirely, but I don’t want him to think that. Because how can I give a man who kidnapped me and holds me prisoner my heart willingly? It makes no sense.

His jaw works. “We’ll see.” He waves his hand. “Now, despite being as hard as a steel rod, we need to pick your dress out for this evening.” I can feel his cock evident between us, and it makes me crave him.

“You’re not going to fuck me?”

He shakes his head. “Not right now, no.”

When he sees the look on my face, he smirks. “Is that disappointment I detect, Gwendolyne?”

I shrug. “Perhaps. It’s all you’re good at, making me come.”

He chuckles. “There are many things that I’m good at. And one of them is teasing a woman to tears. Forcing her not to come as punishment, and I think you need to be taught a lesson, baby.”

I gasp as he thrusts two fingers deep between my thighs, finding the spot that turns me into putty in his hands. “Cillian,” I moan.

He thrusts them in and out of me, building me toward climax so fast it makes my head spin. “That’s right, princess, say my name like that.”

I swallow hard, knowing that he’s going to push me to the edge and then leave me hanging. And yet I can’t help it. I grab onto his arm to anchor myself as his fingers work their magic on me. Before long, I’m panting for oxygen. “Please,” I beg, looking into those alluring chestnut eyes of his. “Let me come.”

He shakes his head and withdraws his fingers from me. “No chance.” Slowly, he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, shutting his eyes. “Delicious.”

I swallow hard, feeling needier than ever. “Please, Cillian.”

“This is your punishment for telling me all I’m good at is making you come.”

I move my hand between my thighs, needing to find release one way or another.

He grabs my wrist. “Don’t you dare touch what is mine,” he growls, sounding half-feral. “Do I need to get the chastity belt out again?”

My thighs shudder at the thought as I shake my head.

His eyes narrow. “I want to be sure, so I’m going to put it on you. You won’t come until we return from this event tonight. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t know anything once I’m through with you.”

I hate that his words excite me.

Cillian walks out of the bedroom and into his depraved sex room and returns with the chastity belt, an evil glimmer in his eyes. “Lie on the bed for me with your legs spread wide.”

I hold his gaze, considering defying him, but I know what happens in that case. I know he’d bend me over and spank me, and perhaps that would be enough to send me over the edge.

“No,” I say simply.

He tilts his head. “What was that?”

“I said no. Screw you and your chastity belt.”

He smirks. “If you’re trying to get me to spank you, I’m not an idiot. I know you get off on pain.”

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