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My body shudders as I struggle to comprehend all the sensations flooding through me—pain, euphoria, and confusion all merging together like a heady concoction.

“That’s it,” he growls, no longer sounding human but like an animal instead. “Take that cock in your ass, princess. Let me claim every one of your holes.” His lips brush tantalizingly against my earlobe while his rough hand wraps around my throat like a collar made for me. “Mine,” he growls. “All fucking mine.”

“Yes,” I moan, clamping my eyes shut. “All yours.”

I feel like my body on the edge of shattering like a priceless vase against concrete. His powerful thrusts send pleasure coursing through my veins like hot lava, and I know in this moment I’ll never be the same again. He’s ruined me for all other men. Turned me intohiswhore as he promised he would. I’m addicted to him and I don’t know whether to love it or hate it.

Our bodies fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle and the sensation is rapturous. I can feel my essence coating my inner thighs so much it’s like someone tipped a bucket of water between them.

“Fuck,” I gasp, head lolling forward. “I’m so close.”

He grunts behind me and grabs a handful of my hair, yanking my neck back. “That’s it, princess. Come for me with my cock deep inside your ass.” He tightens his grasp, using my hair to shove himself in and out of me with force. “I’m going to fill your ass with my cum and then your pussy, and I won’t rest until it’s fucking flowing out of you. Until every one of your holes is well and truly bred.”

His words alone are enough to send me exploding over the edge. “Yes, captain!” I cry out, pushing back against him as the orgasm tears through me like a rip tide.

Cillian sinks his teeth into the tender skin between my shoulder and neck, growling into my flesh as his own climax comes. I feel him fill me with his cum and it only makes me needier. What for? I couldn’t say, considering I experienced an earth-shattering orgasm. All I know is that we’re in for one crazy night, and I hope he makes good on his promise and breeds all of my holes.

31

GWENDOLYNE

Idig into the delicious stew Cillian’s Ma made. She wanted to cook tonight, and Rosa was grateful for the break.

His ma is wary of me, telling Cillian I’m being too nice to her to get her on my side. I’m only being nice to her because she’s my mother in law and she has dementia. It’s clear she’s not in her right mind a lot of the time. She keeps calling Cillian, Jonathan.I can only assume that’s his dad’s name.

“I’m tired,” she announces, standing. “I’m going to bed.”

Cillian nods. “Okay, Ma. Sleep well.”

The moment she’s gone, I can feel the intensity of Cillian’s gaze prickling over my skin.

“You’ve been quiet tonight. Is it because of my ma?”

I shrug. “I prefer not to argue with you in front of her.”

He chuckles. “Are you saying we can’t talk and not argue?”

“Pretty much.”

He puts his cutlery down, stretching his arms above his head. “I’m going out,” he announces.

I frown. “Out where?”

“An event. I’ll be back later.” His eyes gleam with a hint of mischief. “Don’t wait up. I’ll wake you with my cock when I get back.”

“You better not,” I say, the thought both terrifying and arousing at the same time.

He tilts his head. “I thought you would’ve learned by now not to tell me what I should and shouldn’t do.” He walks over to my seat and places his hands on my shoulders, kneading them. “Be a good girl for me, baby,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to the shell of my ear. “And spend the night thinking about how good it’s going to feel when I slide into you while you sleep.”

My skin buzzes with anticipation. “Take your time.”

He doesn’t respond before striding away, leaving me to contemplate the plan I’d been silently forming since Tilly left. The thought of escape builds inside my mind. If Cillian is out tonight, it’s my perfect chance. After all, Tilly is never coming back. I overheard Rosa talking to one of the other staff members who said she handed in her notice and never returned to work.

It means I’m on my own. An odd ache twinges in my chest at the thought of never seeing Cillian again. However, I need to put space between us for my own sanity. I stand from the dining table and walk through the corridors toward the kitchen, glancing inside. It’s empty.

If I’m going to walk to a pay phone to call my dad, then I’m going to need supplies. I’ve got no idea how long it will take me to walk to one. It could take hours, as Cillian’s house is on the farthest end of La Jolla from the city center. The kitchen is stocked with plenty of food and drink, so I grab a few snacks, like energy bars, fruit and nuts, as well as a few bottles of water to keep me going. And then I rush out of the kitchen, barreling into Rosa.

She arches a brow. “What’s with all the food? Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy dinner.”

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