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Declan doesn’t even flinch. A sinister smile slowly grows on his lips at my attempt at sass.
“Being a brat will only get your perfect ass spanked,” he growls.
It’s not a warning. It’s a promise.
I feel it all the way down to my toes as they curl in my shoes. I shouldn’t like the prospect of his large hand making my ass red, but I do.
The feral quality of his grin grows, as if he knows just how much my body likes the idea. He probably does. The man has been able to read me much better than I would like from the moment he met me, and right now is not an exception to the rule.
It’s just more of the same.
The air crackles between us as neither of us gives. I try and stand tall. I try and not bow.
My eyes widen as Declan inclines his head slightly. Conceding.
Why does that make my heart flutter? It’s only a temporary victory. But tell that to my pussy because that hussy is all but screaming for him to bury his cock inside of me and show me what real power is.
Raw.
Honest.
Forever.
I want him to show me the kind of power that leaves marks on my skin and my morals on the ground like tattered lace and broken promises.
Declan waves his hand toward his closet, something in his eyes challenging me, “Go and look. I’m sure you’ll find something to put on after you shower.”
I know I shouldn’t turn my back on a predator, not when they have their prey in their sights, but I do it anyway. And I don’t look back as I make my way to the closet.
Because everything is fancy as hell at Declan’s place, the light comes on when I open the door and step inside. I saw the inside what feels like only hours ago, but it’s different now. It wasn’t full before, far from it, and there were only men’s clothes. That’s no longer the case.
One side of the closet is filled with women’s clothing. My lips part and my mind whirrs, not catching on anything, but desperately trying to.
“They’re yours,” Declan’s deep voice calls out from the bedroom, no closer or farther away than he was a moment ago.
I swallow hard as I take in the expensive fabrics in front of me. It’s not just clothing either. I can see through the clear jewelry trays and some of them are full. The shoe cubbies are almost overflowing with sneakers, flats, heels, and boots. There are even some purses displayed on the shelves.
Winter clothing is the closest to the front of the closet—jeans, sweaters, coats, and long-sleeved shirts I’m sure are worth more than the rent I pay every month for my apartment. I’m almost afraid to look in the drawers, but I find myself opening them anyway.
Silky nightgowns and lingerie practically explode from the drawers, a plethora of colors and fabrics I know will feel like pure sin against my skin.
This feels like a test. I’m afraid it’s one I’m not going to pass. Can you win when you’ve been set up to fail before you’ve even started?
I grab a nightgown before hauling ass out of the closet and into the ensuite bathroom. I can feel Declan’s eyes on me the entire time, but I don’t look at him.
I can’t.
If I do, I’ll spill all my secrets at his feet. I just need a minute to get myself together. The click of the lock on the bathroom door isn’t as comforting as I want it to be. I press my forehead against the wood and send up a small prayer.
Give me strength. I have a feeling I’m going to need it.
CHAPTER 8
DECLAN
Hearing the shower turn on tests the limits of my control. I don’t have much to spare as it is. Roisin’s sass and fear are an intoxicating combination. They set my blood pumping and push me harder to find out everything she’s hiding.
I don’t think she’s going to give up the truth easily.
