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All I know is that I am his and I haven’t heard a damn thing.
Even that lie sends a deep chill to ice my veins. It’s wrong. That’s a real line I thought I’d never cross: turning a blind eye. I’m in over my head. I’ve been ignoring that, because it’s easier. I don’t want a confrontation with Declan. I don’t want a confrontation at all.
But how am I supposed to do this? It’s one thing to be a plaything and a pet. It’s another thing if the man you belong to is a murderer.
Shivering, I glance at the black screen of the TV and then the stairs. If I had to, I could pack a bag right now and go. I could drive out of the city and keep driving until I saw an exit that looked appealing on the highway. Oh God, what would I do? Change my hair and try to get a job where people didn’t see me often? Even if I did that, how long would it take for him to find me? I remember Nate’s question, and thinking I could give Declan any reason to suspect I’m undercover or an informant sends true fear through me. I have no doubt Declan has influence beyond the city. I bet people would agree to whatever he said anywhere in the world. They can feel the power he has, and the dangerous energy.
Retreating to my bedroom, I take a seat on the bed. What I need is to know more about him. Scarlet would know more than I do. I bring up my texts and start to type one out, but it goes nowhere. Type. Delete. Type. Delete. I feel like I’ve been doing that a lot lately. But maybe I don’t want these questions in a text.
Falling back, the cheap mattress bounces with me and I cover my face with both hands. I wish I hadn’t seen the news.
Not out of fear or conflict. It’s because I’m falling for him.
Already. I am so fucked.
DECLAN
Her pussy is the prettiest shade of red after taking my cock. Swollen, used. Her right ass cheek is beautifully flushed from my grip while I took her.
She is the perfect distraction. I’m growing far too fond of this routine.
“Push it out,” I whisper with a hand on each curve of her ass. Kneeling on my desk, her heels hang off the table and her cheek presses against the desktop along with her breasts. I started the day by getting her off sucking her clit, then I found my own release buried inside of her. Sleep didn’t come easy last night. All I wanted to do was bury myself inside of her. I think her days off will need to come to an end. I’m far too greedy for that.
“I want to see my cum drip down that pretty little pussy,” I tell her and she moans a sweet, strangled sound as her entrance clenches and my semen slowly leaks out of her slit and then drips down to her bare thigh.
My satisfaction is evident with a deep groan as I lean back into my chair.
“You could start a war, you know that?” I compliment her, my gaze shifting from her ass to her simper as she peeks over her shoulder toward me.
The blush she gives me is everything. As if she isn’t completely aware of what she does to me.
It’s been days of this. I thought I could fuck my interest in this out of her, but every day I want more. Testing her, playing with her, fucking her until I’m spent.
Nipple clamps lay heavy on my desk. Snapping them off during her climax left bright pink marks on either side of her breasts, and more importantly, had her screaming my name in pleasure. She came harder with those than she has anything else.
Even the vibrator didn’t do it for her like the clamps did. Although, a bit of edging may have helped.
As I stand, opening the top drawer of my desk to put the clamps back, she moves. Lifting her upper body before I told her she could is going to get her in trouble.
Her obedience doesn’t end once we’ve both come. She damn well knows that.
Tossing the clamps in without looking, I chastise her with the ease of being her Dominant.
“Did I tell you …” I start and my hand raises to come down against her ass. I don’t get to finish, though. The words are silenced as Braelynn cowers back. Notably, her arms raise as if I was going to strike her across her face.
What the fuck?Everything drops. It’s like everything falls in that moment. That's the only way to describe her split-second reaction.
Collapsing onto her back, she nearly falls off the desk and I have to brace her torso to keep that from happening. Hissing, I barely catch her. “The fuck are you doing?”
Tension pulls at every muscle as Braelynn stiffens. She swallows, and only then does she look up at me.
What the hell just happened?
“Braelynn.” I say her name gentler before telling her to get back into position. My heart hammers in my chest.
Nodding she does so, eagerly, but fear is prominent in her gaze. My pulse doesn’t stop pounding in my ears, though. She lays her head down with the other cheek resting against the desktop. Back to position like a good girl.
I take my time, zipping up my suit pants and buttoning my dress shirt after wiping her down and cleaning up the mess she made.
