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Declan shrugs, as if it's no big deal. “The same person who did the piercings.”
I close my eyes, hating the way a possessive hold takes over. It makes me irrational and crazy. But someone touched his dick.Mydick. “Was it a woman?”
He drops his chin just a fraction of an inch, just enough to acknowledge me.
“Declan,” I say through gritted teeth. “You let another woman touch your dick.”
“It’s not a big deal, Sammy. Kat’s done all my work. She’s seen my dick before, baby. I promise, he only gets hard for you.”
His smug grin enrages me. I want to smack it off his face.
I step forward, fisting his cock again. This time I squeeze hard, my nails biting into the warm, velvety flesh. “It’s a big fucking deal.” My voice is low, controlled despite this weird feeling of not being in control rushing through me. “No one touches you again.”
“Are you. . . jealous?”
He grunts when I give a quick, hard tug in response.
“You think this is funny?” My nails glide down the length of his cock.
He hisses through his teeth, trying to control the pain I’m putting him through. “No, doll. I think it’s fucking hot.”
I cock my head to the side. “You enjoy testing me? Because I don’t like this.”
“What?”
“How crazy you’re making me feel.”
He offers me a grin before grabbing me by the throat and forcing me to look up at him. “That feeling in your chest?”
His mouth crashes against mine in a feral need. Teeth scrape along my tongue and lips. I moan, slick arousal coating my naked thighs. I’m dripping for him, despite how angry I am, how much I want to find Kat and claw her eyes out.
“In your soul?” Declan’s hand holds me tighter. “It’s there for me too. It fucking eats me from the inside out every day, Samira. The thought of losing you is too fucking much.”
And isn’t that what possessiveness is? A fear that the person you love will slip from your grip before you have the chance to claim them forever. I don’t want that to happen to us. The hand around my throat moves to cup my jaw and he squeezes just enough that my teeth dig into the flesh of my cheek.
“You own me just as much as I own you. We just have to stop being so damn hard headed and accept that.” His forehead drops against mine, my breathing ragged as he holds me in place.
It’s too raw, too real, and nothing like anything I’ve ever felt before. My hand is still wrapped around him. I stroke him, my grip less threatening and more coaxing. “You put my name on your body.”
“Yes,” he breathes.
“On your cock,” I say it with disdain, a bite of frustration in my voice. “Why not your heart?”
Declan chuckles. “I was running low on real estate. It was that or my ass.”
I move my head from his to glance between us, where my hand strokes him and I spit. It lands at the head of his cock, and I use it for lube. He hisses when I tighten my grip again, but the sound that follows his first hint of pain is a feral growl that sends fire to my belly.
“Fuck, yes, doll.”
His words come back to me. He’s told me before the pain of the needle sinking into his flesh grounds him. Maybe this is like that. I can’t imagine the pain is enjoyable. I certainly prefer the endless amount of O’s over being bitten or slapped. But if it’s what he likes, I’ll give it to him. Or at least make him suffer while I still get my fill.
“You like when I hurt you?” I place a hand on his chest, still pumping him.
He bites his lip, his eyes on me when he nods his answer. I respond by digging my nails down his chest. Red, angry streaks appear, blood trickling down his chest. “Sammy,” he says through bated breaths.
“More?”
He nods, and I shove him back onto the bed. I straddle him, pressing my pussy right against his groin. The metal balls of his piercings stimulate all my sensitive nerves. I’m soaked, gliding against him easily. The friction makes me whimper with pleasure.
