Page 81 of Merciless Prince

My walls began to pulse, trying to suck up more of the handle. Killian pulled it out with a loud pop, making me whimper with desperation. Then he pressed it back in and repeated the process again and again, slowly fucking me with it.

I moaned with each thrust, muscles clenching with pleasure. Every movement felt so good, so sinfully hot, but it still wasn’t enough.

“Please, Killian,” I panted. “I need more.”

“I know,” he said, pulling away again. “But you know what you have to do first.”

“I… I can’t,” I replied, tears springing to my eyes. My pussy was aching now, desperate to be filled properly. Desperate to be fucked hard.

When Killian slid the knife handle into me again, I clenched down on it as much as I could, trying to keep it inside me. He let out a low chuckle and murmured against my ear. “Careful. You don’t want it going too deep, do you?”

I let out a frustrated groan and relaxed my muscles, letting him pull the knife out. “I… I need you,” I whimpered, hating how pathetic I sounded. “Please, Killian. Just fuck me!”

“Not until you give me what I want.”

So much pressure had built up inside me that I felt as if I might explode at any second. My body was a shaky mess, and my pussy was dripping everywhere, leaking juices all over my thighs. I was so wet that Killian could probably fit four fingers inside me if he wanted to. But he wouldn’t do that. Not unless I gave him what he wanted. He was just going to keep edging me until I lost myself to delirium.

“Come on,” Killian murmured, slowly rubbing the pad of his thumb over my clit. “Just give me those names and you can come. It’s easy.”

He was right. It was so easy. All I had to do was whisper a few words and this agonizing ordeal would be over. I could sate my ravenous hunger for the man before me, taking and taking from him until my breath was lost and my energy spent.

No. You can’t.

I closed my eyes again and buried my friends’ names like I always did, pushing them to the darkest corner of my mind. I would never betray them. Never let Killian torture them the way he’d tortured me.

It hurt so much, though. I needed to come. Needed this slow, sweet torment to end.

I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out. My pulse was so loud it sounded like the ocean, roiling water pounding against the inside of my skull.Thump. Thump. Thump.

A sudden flash of inspiration hit me. I was an actress. Why not channel my skills to get what I needed without betraying anyone?

“What will you do if I tell you?” I whispered, looking up at Killian through my eyelashes.

His gaze narrowed on my face. “What do you mean?”

“Will you hurt my friends?”

“No. I just want to talk to them,” he said.Liar.

I sniffed and forced some tears to roll down my cheeks. “You have to promise me,” I said. “Promise you won’t touch them.”

Impatience flared in Killian’s eyes. “I won’t. Just tell me who they are.”

“Promise no one else will hurt them either,” I murmured, dropping my gaze to the floor as if I were terribly ashamed of the imminent act of betrayal.

“I promise,” Killian replied. “Now tell me their names.”

I swallowed thickly. “Lily Rose Emerson and Savannah Niall,” I whispered, giving him the first fake names I could dream up in my hazy mind.

“Just those two?”

“Yes. They were the only ones with me that night,” I said. I sniffed again and let out a shaky sob. “Please, please,please.Don’t hurt them.”

“Where do they live?”

“They’re usually in the city. They share an apartment in Dumbo,” I said in a quavering voice. “But not right now. They went to Europe for a shoot.”

“That doesn’t matter. I can still find them,” Killian said. He smirked and slid a hand down to cup my pussy. “You’ve been such a good girl, Shay. I think it’s time you get what you deserve.”