Cillian Murphy X Reader Novels & Stories

*** CAMILLA RYDER I glanced at my phone while scrolling through the news, and there it was—bold and pathetic: "LIAM RYDER HEARTBROKEN ON HIS WIFE’S DEATH ANNIVERSARY – CAMILLA RYDER" A smirk tugged at my lips as I sipped my drink slowly. Across from me, Vincenzo cleared his throat, his eyes fixed on me, waiting but I ignored him. My gaze was glued to the screen, each word fueling the storm inside me.

“You don’t own a phone,” Cillian said at dinner. After he basically told me we would be having sex before the wedding ever took place, he left me alone in my—our room and disappeared. I tried to read the book he had given me, but I didn’t understand most of the words in it. Cathal never took me to school. If it wasn’t for Orla taking pity on me and teaching me how to read and write English, I wouldn’t have learned.

Cillian Time flew how she had been out of my sight for years, but that didn't stop me from watching over her from a distance away, staying hidden and getting away from trouble, Ethan had a questionable gaze in his eyes watching me smile with no one beside me, part of me wants to see her over and over again, Ethan cell phone rings, it jerked me off my thought, l shut my eyes and didn't bother to listen to his conversation with whoever had called me "Cillian, The automobile has arrived at the seaport but there's a problem"

“For a moment there, I thought I must’ve accidentally referred to you as disgusting.” Cillian chuckled. “You have nothing to worry about. Though I refused Alana, I hope after the war, I get to experience a life with a woman I grow to love.” He peered into Mordeu’s soul through his eyes. “I only desire a woman.” Mordeu gulped at the intensity of the stare. Cillian was either trying to convince him or both of them of that fact. A part of him prayed it was the latter. “So why did you refuse Alana?”

The guard gave me an annoying look. "There is Mr. Cillian Sebastian Merrick and there is Mr. Sebastian Merrick. Whom do you want to meet?" He asked me impatiently. What? Cillian is Cillian Sebastian? I remember Rose's letter to Xavier where she wrote about two men who sacrificed their lives to help her run away; Cillian and Sebastian. I thought the cousins got the names from them. Why would my ex-fiance be named Cillian Sebastian? It was odd. Something about this doesn't feel right.

He fucked her on the bed, couch, carried her to the room wall and placed her their whilst ramming into her non-stop, if others were to listen silently in the night, they would have been hearing flesh hitting flesh sounds that was nonstop with a lewd watery sound that accompanied it, Emma was completely exhausted, even after rounds of sex in the room whilst Cillian released everything inside, Cillian told her that she could rest that he was done but when they went to shower in the bathroom, he couldn't resist her and ended up thrusting into her from behind even though she was limping, she was so weak and pleasured to the extent that tears started coming out from her eyes, the sight made Cilli

When Killian entered the room, I felt he must have heard me bragging to Scarlett. The heat in his eyes had me dropping my book and crossing my legs, my mouth drying. “You – You are back early,” I muttered as he shrugged off his coat. “What are you reading?” He asked, walking over to me. Only then did I remember I had been absentmindedly flipping through an erotic novel. “N – Nothing.” I hid the book between the cushion and my body.