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Apparently, my body doesn’t understand that logic, considering the sluicing sound of his cock going in and out of me.

The fact that he didn’t give a fuck that I was asleep and took what he wanted anyway makes me a mess.

A wanton mess.

I dig my fingers in his wrist, fruitlessly trying to ease his hold on my neck even as I soak his dick and the sheets with my arousal.

“That’s it. Fight, baby.” His expression is manic, absolutely terrifying. “The more you do, the harder I fuck you.”

I go berserk, scratching and clawing and trying to hurt him anywhere I can reach.

And as he promised, he fucks me harder and faster, with a power that knocks the living breath out of me.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he grunts, his eyes half closed, probably with both dark lust and the fever’s pain. “You’re the most beautiful I’ve ever seen when you’re taking my cock like a dirty little whore.” He releases my legs. “Keep them there. If they fall, we’ll start all over again.” Then he reaches between us and glides my arousal to my back hole, making me shudder, then thrusts a finger inside. “Your ass is feeling lonely. Look at it clenching around my finger wanting to take part in the fun. You’ll let me fuck you raw until you’re screaming my name, won’t you?”

I’m choking on my breaths and unable to think, just feel.

So I fall into that sensation of being completely ravaged by him. His hand, his cock, and his finger in my arse are all moving at the same time, creating the maddest chaos.

“Maybe I should fuck it right now so you know what a huge cock actually feels like.”

My eyes widen, and I come, just like that. I think there’s something wrong with me, because this is definitely one of the strongest orgasms I’ve had yet.

My moans mix with chopped-off screams and it goes on and on, until I think I’ll pass out.

“Such an innocent face for a dirty little slut. Your mouth likes to sing the ‘no’ tune, but you’re choking my cock at the promise of me taking your ass like an animal.” His lips pull in a snarl. “And yet, that motherfucking brother of yours dares to say he’ll give you to someone else. He has the audacity to think I’d let anyone but me see you like this.”

It’s that rage again, it’s bleeding off him in waves, and he stretches my back hole with his finger as his rhythm goes out of control.

“The only reason he’s not buried six feet under is because of you, Glyndon.”

I believe him. Wholeheartedly.

Shit.

If it wasn’t for whatever fixation he has on me and the knowledge that I would rather die than have him hurt my brother, he’d totally take it personally.

Heistaking it personally.

But I still feel a tiny bit of relief at the knowledge that the thought of me, not my actions, have the power to stop him.

He eases his hold on my throat. “Say you’re mine.”

“Stop it, Killian.” I pant, downright shivering with the remnants of my orgasm. “You’re feverish.”

“I can still stuff you with my cum while you orgasm again. Now, say the fucking words, Glyndon.”

I shake my head, even as tears of pleasure gather in my eyes.

“If this is playing hard to get, then you’ve taken it too fucking far. Say it.”

“I can’t,” I force out.

“Then you might as well not speak again.” His hand that was around my throat slams on my mouth.

Killian opens my legs far apart so he can fit between them as he leans close. The new position gives him more depth and he fucks me like a madman and thrusts another finger in my arse, stretching me to the brim.

I can’t scream or moan, and any sound I release comes out haunted, muffled, and absolutely terrifying.


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