My fingers grip the blade, unsure if I’ll be able to kill him. I shouldn’t feel this connected to him. Nothing about it makes sense.
I don’t know Ciaran, only the stories I’ve heard whispered in the dark, but standing here with him, none of them matter. Hurt people recognize hurt people. There’s something broken in this giant of a man. I recognize it because the same twisted sadness lives in me. I may not know his wounds, but I know they are vast and deep. I want to take away some of his pain, if only for tonight.
Ciaran grips my shoulders and he slams me onto the bed. “Promise me, if you need to, you’ll use the blade.”
“I’m sure a simple stop will do.”
Ciaran’s finger brushes my temple as he moves aside wisps of hair. “Hopefully, but if it doesn’t, you use that blade. Got it?”
I nod my head, broken by the sadness and loss in his eyes. “I got it.”
A low growl rumbles out of his mouth as his hands glide down between us, his knuckles brushing against my center. “Hold the headboard,” he instructs, his voice huskier than it was a second ago.
His free hand grips my leg, tugging it open and leaving me completely exposed to him. His knuckles glide on my bare pussy, and I moan. Who knew that such a simple touch could feel so damn good?
“Your pretty cunt is dripping, Hellcat, and I’m still hungry.”
I push my hips off the bed, desperate for more. “I killed someone. Killing always turns me on.” It’s not a lie, but it’s not the whole truth either. I always get a little turned on by taking someone down, but I’ve never gushed like this. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my entire life.
“Fuck,” Ciaran groans.
I whimper at the loss of his touch when he removes his hand. I want to fuckin’ come, not get tortured to death.
He moves off me as he unbuckles his pants, removing the black leather belt before letting them drop on the floor. The man has the largest and best looking fuckin’ dick I’ve ever seen—smooth and veiny with a mushroom head. It’s also huge. Like, porn star huge. I’m not sure if it’s humanly possible to take all of him. I’m worried he’s going to split me wide open, and there’s no coming back from that.
He glides one large finger down my slit before sliding it inside me, making me moan. God, his fingers are so huge, but I’m still thinking about his massive cock.
“You want me, Parisa? The real me? The monster?”
‘Yes,” I moan, coming undone under his expert fingers.
Ciaran kisses the tip of my nose, moving along my jaw to the sensitive part of my neck. Then he sinks his teeth deep into my flesh.
The scream that tears from my throat is equal parts horror and pleasure. He’s giving me what I asked for, showing me who he is, and I refuse to back down from it. I’ve experienced way worse in my life, from unwanted sources. But I’m not powerless with Ciaran. The man gave me the means to end him. I grip the handle of my blade. He wants to give me power, not take it away.
His tongue darts out, and he licks at the blood. The pain from his bite and the sensation of his strong fingers torturing my pussy is driving me mad with lust.
I clamp my mouth on his shoulder and bite down as he shoves his cock inside me in one full thrust. It hurts. He’s so big, and I’m not used to a man of his size.
“You’re doing good, baby. Just relax.” He kisses me on the forehead, a gentle nurturing gesture for such a brute of a man. “Your pussy is so tight and fuckin’ warm.
“Oh, god.”
“Wrong name, Hellcat,” he grunts, pulling out of me, leaving just the tip of his cock inside before he fills me again. I’m not sure what’s with his cock, but it’s magic.
Ciaran pulls back to look at me, his gaze crazed. He grabs my nipples and pulls so hard my body comes up off the bed. Oh, god, he’s going to rip them right off, but I don’t care. The pain is intensifying from the relentless assault of his cock, and I love it. He fucks me the way I want to be fucked, with no mercy and without care. Like an equal, someone who can handle him and wants more. And god help me, I want more, so much more.
“Your nipples are so fuckin’ hot. I’m gonna need to see you crawl to me with weights hanging from them. Crawling on your knees, begging for my cock.”
His depravity is fuckin’ hot. I grow wetter from his lewd words. I’m so far gone that I forget to answer him—and that will not do.