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She shook her head. She was too far gone already. From the moment Declan Foster had caught her attention at Ralphie’s, her body had rapidly and haphazardly started to betray her, ignoring the facts and realities her head presented.
“Come for me, my beautiful obsession.”
Declan used all four of his fingers to stroke up and down her seam before he captured her clit with his thumb and index finger and pinched her swollen bud. He caressed her, stroked her, and fucked her with his fingers, never breaching deeper inside her pussy where she wanted him most.
She swayed against his body. His cock had hardened so considerably that fear of his size rattled through her. Then shame for being twenty-six years old and still a virgin.
She couldn’t explain why she had cut herself off from sex even before she started. No, she knew the reason. But admitting it to herself would make her sound crazy. Was she crazy? How could she be insane when being levelheaded was the only thing she was allowed to be?
She did everything in her power to stop herself from coming. She wouldn’t survive the indignity if she did. But Declan wasn’t accepting anything less from her.
Her body burst into flames and then stilled. Her blood roared through her veins. Stars erupted behind her closed eyes. She spiraled out of control. Out of her mind. She pressed her pussy against his fingers, then curled her hand around his wrist.
The only sound in the cabin was the sound of Declan stroking and dipping into her wet flesh. And her own moans and purrs.
But it was a losing battle. She came with astounding violence that splintered her apart. Declan caught her wrecking, gushing, bold orgasm on his fingers as his breath rustled against the side of her throat.
For a split second, she left his lips feathering across her skin as she vibrated through her climax. He held her until the last spasm left her body, cupping her pussy through each tidal wave of sensation.
“You’re mine,” Declan said. “It won’t be long before it’s my cock that you’re coming on, embedded deep inside you, stained with your virgin blood, only for me. Always only for me.”
Then, releasing his fingers from her, he brought them to his mouth and sucked off her essence.
She had come for him. According to him, that made her his.
The cruel side of shame edged its way under her skin. Her weak and wobbly attempts to escape him were thwarted when he lifted her off the bench in the same motion and stood up.
He carried her to the bed and then laid her down as gently as he could. Exhaustion had already started to take its toll and left her in a state of lethargy. She reached for him blindly. Unconsciously. He had become her anchor in the turbulent world he had created just by touching her.
Some part of her used the excuse that he was still her prisoner, and she couldn’t let him out of her sight. Now, she had started to lie to herself as well.
By the time he pulled the thick, soft covers over her, she was drifting into a field of slumber. He sat beside her on the bed, his fingers sifting through her hair and brushing against her scalp, calming her until she stepped into the deepest sleep of her life.
She dreamed of another time. A cold room. Blindfolds and masks. Restraints. Pain. She had been hurt. Badly. Someone was attending to her. Gently. Easing away her pain. She couldn’t see who he was through the mask that covered his face and hooded his eyes from her sight. Did he even exist? Or had she made that person up in her mind as she lay in a hospital bed, recovering?
She couldn’t tell fact from fiction anymore.
Had she made that person up in her mind?
Did she give up seven years of her life for an illusion?
Oh god. She turned restlessly between wakefulness and slumber and crashed into a hard body next to her. His muscular arms pulled her closer to him, and his finger spelled out her name on her skin.
Her eyes drooped fully closed under his lulling touch. If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up.
Chapter Nine
Peyton awoke with a shock. She had been so sure she had dreamed the whole thing up that it hit her like a bulldozer when she realized it was her reality. It happened.
What had she done?
She jumped up from the bed, then, using a throw that had been draped at the foot of the bed, wrapped herself in it before peeking out onto the open-plan living, dining, and kitchen area, looking for Declan.
He was nowhere in sight. Her heart pounding and dread filling every pore, she was just about to have a complete meltdown when he stepped out of the shower in nothing but a towel draped low around his waist.
She couldn’t explain the degree of relief she experienced at finding him still in the cabin. She kept telling herself it was because she couldn’t lose such a massive catch as far as the FBI was concerned.
One minuscule piece of her, though, had dreaded not finding him... for other reasons, reasons she couldn’t even explain to herself.
