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“I’m going to kill you. You fucking asshole. How dare you speak to my lass like that?”
“I applied to work here!” I blurt. It’s only then that Cillian looks at me and loosens his grip on Marcus.
He sets Marcus down but doesn’t let him go.
“She signed a contract,” Marcus splutters.
I gasp when Cillian pulls a gun from his back pocket and holds it to Marcus’ head.
“And you’re going to release her from it, aye?” Cillian cocks the hammer.
“Yes, yes. Of course, I am. I didn’t know she was yours. If I knew?—”
“Shut the fuck up and get out of my sight. Make sure you burn that contract, or I’ll destroy you.”
Marcus is nodding so fast his head looks like it might fall off. Cillian shoves him through the door and slams it shut, then he looks back at me.
I shudder when I glance at the gun, and he puts it away.
I’ve never seen him so angry. And he’s still angry, but he just took away my last hope.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Chloe? What the hell are you doing here? You sign up to work for a guy like Marcus and he owns you for life.”
At least I know now why he was so adamant about the contract, but it doesn’t change anything.
“How did you know I was here? Why are you still following me?”
“Are you kidding me? Do you know what this fucking place is?”
“I’m not stupid. Of course I know what this place is.” My answer seems to enrage him even more but I don’t care. I’m at the end of my tether, trying to grasp at the air for help. “I’m going to get my job back.”
Cillian rushes up to me, grabs me, and pushes me into the wall. “If you’re going to fuck anybody, it’s going to be me.”
He covers my mouth with his and delivers a cruel kiss to my lips. All the words I had for him get swallowed whole with my soul as he devours my mouth along with my will to resist him.
Even when I try to pull back and fight him, I can’t.
I can’t because I want him, too, and I don’t want to be here. I don’t want anyone to touch me aside from him. And here he is, giving me what I need.
Cillian shoves me up against the wall, where he deepens the kiss and only pauses to shove his pants down his hips and take out his cock. Then he hooks my leg around his waist, moves the thin string of the thong aside, and slams into me.
“Give yourself to me again. I want you. I want you, Chloe,” Cillian speaks against my lips.
I answer by moving back into the kiss.
When Cillian starts rutting into me, I allow myself to fall into pleasure.
He pounds into me hard, owning my body, and the ferocious look in his eyes as he stares at me lets me know that I’m being claimed. That I’m his.
He called me his girl earlier, and the other night he told me I was his. He said mine. Now I feel it.
Cillian speeds up and tightens his grip on my waist as he fucks me harder, faster, stronger.
I’m so lost in the feeling that I can’t breathe.
He fucks me into the wall and I grab onto his shoulders, digging my fingers into his shirt. I’m sure if I could reach his skin, my nails would cut him.
He grabs my face and forces me to look at him, then, with a savage growl, he comes, and I do, too. Hot cum floods me and we stay there staring at each other until his pumps slow, until our breathing calms, until I remember.
