Page 93 of Hook

His fingers trail over my skin as he pushes the hem of my dress to my hips, revealing the belt that’s driving me insane.

Reaching into his pants pocket, he pulls the key out and slides it into the lock at the front, releasing it. Instantly, I feel the pressure lessen.

Cillian pulls the chastity belt out of me and brings it to his nose, inhaling. The sight is primal and yet so sexy. “I’ll never get enough of how fucking delicious you taste and smell.”

I grip his dark hair in my hands, pulling him close as I kiss him.

“Good girl,” he murmurs against my lips as his fingers slip inside me and begin thrusting in and out of me until I’m trembling with pleasure. Every sensation heightened by the fact that I’ve been kept on the edge by that belt.

We part for air and a smug smirk appears on Cillian’s face. “On your knees now, baby.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to get my cock nice and wet from your throat before I fuck your ass.” He grabs my hair, forcing me to my knees.

Anticipation builds with every passing second, making me crave him in a way I haven’t before. I try to hate this man but there’s something indescribable pulling us together like two powerful magnets.

“Open wide for me, princess.”

His cock is as hard as a rock and there’s precum dripping from the tip, making my mouth salivate at the thought of licking it off. I unhinge my jaw. Without warning, he guides his cock into my mouth, sending a flood of arousal through my nerves.

I flick my tongue around his tip, savoring the way he trembles and groans as I slide him further into my throat. His delicious pre-cum coats my mouth, making me hungrier.

I draw back, sucking on his crown and reveling in the power I have over him when I’m like this.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and plunges deep into my throat, letting out an animalistic growl as I gag.

“Keep going, princess,” he orders gruffly, pushing a little harder into my throat. “Such a good girl.”

His words fuel the fire within me and wetness gathers on my inner thighs, dripping onto the bedsheets. The pleasure I get from making him feel so good is unlike anything else. The more he moans and curses, the more intoxicating it becomes.

Before long, he’s panting heavily and gripping my hair so tight it feels like he’s trying to pull it from my scalp. He pulls away and yanks me to my feet, grabbing my throat.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he warns in a low voice, tearing at the fabric of my dress as he desperately tries to get rid of it. “And that’s not what I need… I need to fuck your ass.”

His large hands grip my hips, imprinting his rough touch on my skin. I know he’ll leave me with more bruises when this is over. And that dark and twisted part of me he’s breathed life into craves it.

Once I’m naked, he forces me onto my knees on the bed and grabs my ass cheeks, parting them. I feel him spit onto my virgin hole and can’t help but tense, unsure what to expect.

“Cillian,” I breathe his name, fear mixing with arousal.

His tongue probes at my tight ring of muscles. All rational thought escapes me. “Ever since I met you, Gwendolyne, I knew I’d possess you in every fucking way. Fuck each and every one of your holes. And tonight, I make it a hat rick.”

He rubs my clit as he licks my ass, driving me toward oblivion so fast I hardly see it coming.

“Fuck!” I scream, my body spasming as I come undone.

“Naughty princess,” he mutters, his finger probing at my ass. “Did I tell you to come?”

I purse my lips together and shake my head.

“Time for me to stretch this asshole out ready for my cock,” he murmurs, grabbing something off of the nightstand. I feel the coldness of the lube as he squirts it on, followed by the press of something against my hole. Slowly, Cillian works whatever it is into me and I moan. The sensation is as good as I remember at his club, Neverland. I wasn’t sure if it was the aspect of being watched that made it so good.

“This ass looks fucking beautiful stretching around this dildo,” he murmurs, beginning to slide the item in and out, sending the most exquisite sensation through my body.

“Oh God,” I moan, arching my back.

“Do you like that, princess?”

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