I smirk, and I see something flash in his eyes, but it’s gone too quickly for me to discern what it was. Ciaran is a man who knows how to mask his emotions and does it so often it’s become second nature to him.
“You don’t make the rules here, darling. I do.”
I raise my chin. “I don’t follow any rules.”
There’s no warning before he slams me hard against the wall, his fingers restricting my airway again. His blue irises are full of rage, and I can’t help being turned on by the violence I see in them.
He brings his face to mine. “Don’t test me, Hellcat.”
His threat is a challenge. My airway constricts, and I know it won’t have the full effect, but I spit directly in his face.
Ciaran smiles, gliding his thumb over the spit before bringing it into his mouth. He closes his eyes, sucking his thumb before smirking at me. “I like spit-play, sweetheart. You trying to turn me on?”
I don’t answer, and he doesn’t care. His hand roams inside my leggings, and his knuckles press against my core. As much as I want to fight the sensation and the pull he has on me, I break under his touch.
“Looks like you’re already turned on for the both of us. Your sweet cunt has completely soaked your panties.”
He rips my leggings down my thighs with no warning, giving him better access. He pushes my panties aside, and his fingers move along my folds until he brushes my clit.
I moan at his touch and move my hips, seeking firmer contact with his large hands. “Please.”
Ciaran looks as shocked as I feel as the word leaves my lips. I haven’t begged for anything since I was fifteen years old, yet here I am, begging this man to touch me.
His touch has unraveled me in ways I didn’t think were possible. I shouldn’t want him. He’s deranged. Dangerous. Losing myself to him could be the end of me, but at this moment, there’s nothing I want more.
“I like it when you beg. Think I’m gonna need to hear more of it.”
“Don’t expect it to happen again,” I snap, hating that I’ve shown him any kind of weakness.
He grazes his fangs along my shoulder. “It will happen again, darling.”
“You’re too fucking sure of yourself.”
“Nah, Hellcat. I’m fucking sure of your drenched cunt. You’re so turned on, you’ll let me do anything I want to you.”
“You’re messing with the wrong person. What makes you think I won’t take what I want and then slice you up, just like that asshole on the floor over there?”
Ciaran laughs. The sound is joyful, packed with amusement. “Because my dick is that good. You won’t stick that knife in me cos you’ll be too busy begging for seconds.”
This cocky motherfucker thinks he can get one over on me. I smile sweetly at him, batting my eyes like a fuckin’ Disney princess, which is ironic considering I’m covered with O’Shea’s blood.
Ciaran isn’t like other people. To him, the blood is the equivalent of me dressing like a fifties pin-up girl and baking him chocolate-chip cookies. The asshole has the audacity to smile back as if I’m begging him to take me to prom or some bullshit.
I knee him in the balls and he releases me, pivoting backward and grabbing his dick. “I’m not that girl, Ciaran.”
I grab my knife and slice through his shirt, letting him know exactly who he’s dealing with. He looks at his ripped shirt before his gaze locks with mine. He laughs. This time the sound is manic, dangerous, and deranged.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ hurt you.”
My fight-or-flight reflexes kick in. I yank up my leggings and run.
Chapter Three
CIARAN
My cock hurts, but there’s no way I’m going to stand here holding my dick while that delicious morsel runs away from me. I grit my teeth and follow her down the stairs, knowing I’ll do whatever it takes to capture her. But it seems like my little hellcat doesn’t want to run from me. She’s not running as fast as she should for someone who genuinely fears me. And a girl like Parisa should be able to run. The big bad is going to catch her and make a meal out of her, starting with her succulent little cunt.
I want her. I want to chain her up to my bed and leave her there to play with for the rest of my life.
My hand shoots out, and I grab her by the nape of the neck as she’s about to head out the door. “Not so fast, Hellcat. We’ve still got business to take care of.”
Her arms fly out, and her hand goes to her blade, but I block her. “Not gonna fall for that trick again, Hellcat.”
Her legs kick out as soon as my arms wrap around her waist. “Let me the fuck go.”