We sit in silence during the entire drive back to the house. I’m not sure what to say, and Declan looks about one comment away from fucking me in his mom’s car, so I stay quiet.
My heart rate reaches a critical level by the time he drives into the garage, and I’m out of breath as he pulls me out of the car and straight into the house.
He moves so fast. One moment I’m blinking up at him, the next I’m being pushed up against a wall. My spine tingles from the momentum.
“Tell me what you want.” His crazed expression does something insane to my insides.
My heart thuds against my chest, my pulse thundering with each beat. I lose all ability to speak. The way he stares at me, with his jaw clenched and nostrils flaring with each ragged breath, makes me shiver.
“I’m not sure.”
He lets out a groan as he steps away.
I miss his warmth instantly. “Declan—” I reach out to touch him, but he grabs both my wrists and locks them above my head.
“You haven’t earned the right to touch me yet.”
“And you have?”
He traces the column of my neck with his free hand, and my whole body lights up like a firework. “I’m not scared to claim what’s mine.”
“I’m not afraid.” Not anymore. I’m done with the back and forth. The uncertainty is driving me crazy, and it isn’t fair to him. He planned a date for me and pretended it was a fake one just so I would go. I don’t think anyone has done something so sweet for me ever.
“Prove it then.” He releases my wrists.
“Strikhedonia.” I no doubt butcher the pronunciation, but it seems to draw a genuine smile from Declan nonetheless.
I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and drag his lips toward mine. Compared to our first kiss, Declan lets me take the lead. It’s tentative at first. Nothing but a few soft presses of my lips against his, each becoming progressively more desperate on my end. He doesn’t make a move to touch me, and my skin itches for connection. His silent challenge to prove how much I want him plays in the back of my mind as I trace his bottom lip with the edge of my tongue.
I never thought I would crave his touch as much as I do at this moment, and I find myself growing irritated with how much control he exudes over the situation.
That won’t do. The tips of my fingers tingle with the need to touch him everywhere. My hands grow bolder as I drag my fingers down his shirt, straight toward the bulge beneath his pants. He releases a shuddery breath as I trace the outline of his length. I use the opportunity to tease his tongue with mine, and the results are miraculous.
He groans as his palm finds the back of my neck, locking me in place as he ravishes my mouth. I rub the palm of my hand against his cock. His kissing grows more uncontrolled as I make quick work of undoing his belt and zipper. Our tongues tangle together, stifling his moan as I slip a hand inside his pants. He sucks in a breath as I trace the tip of his cock. I swipe at the bead of arousal with my thumb before rubbing it in circles across his head.
He bites down on my bottom lip, drawing a metallic taste in my mouth.
I giggle to myself as I withdraw my hand and pull back. “How was that for proof?”
The hand around the back of my neck tightens, and his thumb presses against my thundering pulse point. His chest rises and falls with each ragged breath. Goosebumps spread across my skin as he opens his blown-out eyes and turns them on me.
“I’m not entirely convinced.”
My lips part. “You’re so full of—”
I’m cut off as he hauls me over his shoulder, stealing me before I ever have a chance to run.
“Are you kidding me? We’re back to this again?” I pound my fists against his back.
He turns toward the stairs. “I want to conduct a more thorough observation.”
“Are you insane?”
“When it comes to you, that was never a question.”
I laugh as he carries me up the million steps. “You know I can walk right?”
“Acutely. That doesn’t mean I’ll let you.”
I laugh. “Why not?”
“You’re a flight risk.”
“Am not!”
“If I had it my way, you would wear an ankle monitor so I could always know where you are.”
My eyes widen. “That is absolutely terrifying.”
“Tell me about it. I’ve already looked into GPS chips for our child.”
Our child. Those two words seem to have my heart in a chokehold today.
“Thinking about becoming a father often?” I ask with a shaky voice.
“More than I should.”
The idea of him considering fatherhood doesn’t scare me as much as it should. I knew what I was getting into when I signed the deal, but it seems like such a contrast compared to the man who needed to be manipulated into shared custody rights.
Oh, Iris. What are you going to do now?
Declan seems to answer for me as he passes by my room without stopping. I cling to his shirt with sweaty palms, desperate for something to ground me as we enter his room.
My world turns right side up as he throws me onto the bed. I let out an oomph as my back slams into the mattress, and all the air is knocked out of me for a completely different reason than being flung. Declan’s hands grip onto my thighs as he drags me toward the edge of the bed. The material of my dress slides up, and the hem skates dangerously close to my underwear.
He stops and stares at me in a way that makes me feel like he is picking me apart, piece by piece. “Let’s play a game.”
“You and your damn games. I swear it’s like you were deprived of fun as a child.”
His lips twitch as he slides his palms up my thighs. They tremble beneath his touch, and I press them together to hide their shakiness.
“You’ll like this one. I promise.” He makes quick work of my sneakers and socks, and they thud against the carpet like stripped battle armor.
I rise up on my elbows. “What are the rules?”
His eyes bleed to black. “There is only one.”
“That seems easy.”
He tsks as he drags my dress hem a little higher. My breathing comes out harsher, and that seems to only encourage him.
“Beg.”
I shoot him a glare. “If you expect me to beg for your cock, you have another thing coming.”
One side of his mouth lifts into a smirk. “Who said anything about my cock?”
“Then what exactly do you want me to beg for—”
Declan’s fingers grab onto the edges of my thong and drag it downward. He takes his time, turning the removal of my clothing into an event. I can barely take his drawn-out touches and the burning glances.
“I don’t like this game.” I groan, growing impatient with each passing second.
He tugs my dress up higher and parts my thighs. “I’m sure I can change your mind soon enough.”
Any reply I might have made is stolen as he presses his palm against my chest and shoves me backward. He drops to his knees and drags me toward his face.
Oh God. A sight like that could bring a woman to the brink of orgasm alone. With the way my lower half throbs, it wouldn’t take much to pull me over the edge. Especially not with the way he stares at me. It scares me as much as it enthralls me, and I dance between the two as his fingers part me for him. My entire body buzzes as his tongue darts out, teasing me. I arch my back in response, and my thighs squeeze his head between them. His chuckle makes my clit vibrate. My fingers grip onto the comforter as he destroys my ability to think of anything but his tongue diving into me.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life. Everything about him is sensual, from the way his nails dig into my thighs as he teases me to the way he groans against me when I sigh. All is lost the moment he slips a finger inside me. His lips wrap around my clit, sucking to the point of pain. He stops every single time I near my peak. I curse him in the same sentence I praise him, and that only seems to make him draw everything out.
No man has ever made me feel devoured like this. I want him to make me stop hurting as much as I want him to never stop fucking me.
I nearly crack and beg for him to finish what he started but I hold out. If he expects me to break, he has another thing coming. I’ll make him work just as hard to prove a point.
I won’t yield for him. Not in a boardroom and not in the bedroom.
Declan rises to my challenge with vigor. My sensitive clit aches, begging for mercy Declan won’t give. I’m a mess as I thrash against the sheets. Declan cracks the code of my body like a nuclear bomb, and one word earns me the keys to paradise.
“Please.” My cheeks are damp from tears I wasn’t aware had fallen.
His chuckle sends another wave of arousal through me. “You put up a good fight. You’ll be rewarded for that.”
I moan as he slips a second finger inside, crooking the two so they glide against my G-spot. The way he sucks on my clit combined with the torture of his fingers shoves me off the edge.
My body shudders as Declan continues fucking me with his tongue. He plays my body like his favorite instrument, drawing out my orgasm for as long as possible. I expect him to stop as I come down, but his movement only grows more desperate.
My voice is hoarse as I scream out his name, and that seems to drive him wild. His fingers grip onto my ass as he pulls me forward, driving his tongue into me like I wish his cock would. I clutch onto his hair and tug at the strands. He groans, pressing his thumb against my swollen clit. The way he circles the flesh has me climbing until I chase my second orgasm like a shooting star.
Declan abandons my clit and pulls me into his embrace. He sucks up my cries as his mouth latches onto mine, drawing another shaky breath from me. My lips part and he brushes his tongue against mine, making me taste just how much I want him. His fingers grip onto the back of my neck, and his thumb strokes my rapid pulse point.
His kiss becomes less frantic as I come down from my high. He switches from punishing to apologetic, with the slight trace of his tongue across my bottom lip becoming my undoing.
I feel light-headed, like a high I have yet to come down from. “Are you sure you’re a virgin?”
He gives my pussy a slap. “What did you say?”
I gasp. “I’m kidding!”
“Just because I haven’t been with anyone in a long time doesn’t mean I forgot how things work.”
“Why haven’t you? Been with someone, I mean?” I never should have asked the question. I knew it was a bad idea, yet I couldn’t stop myself, as per usual around Declan lately.
“It didn’t feel right.”
“Because you were obsessed with me?” I stroke the fire in his eyes with verbal lighter fluid.
His lips press against mine. “That’s narcissistic of you.”
I grin. “It must be contagious around here.”
He kisses me until I’m completely boneless, waiting for the next step.
What is the next step?
“Shouldn’t we discuss what happens next?”
He grabs my palm and presses against his jeans, right over his rock-solid cock. His lips trail a line of kisses down my throat.
I rub his erection with my hand before retreating. “So what? We have sex?”
He nips at the sensitive skin at the hollow of my neck. “Not everything needs a plan.”
“But—”
He drags his hand up my body and caresses the edge of my breast. “Do you want this or not?”
It feels as if he placed a loaded gun in my hand. “This will complicate things.”
“I can guarantee it.” His touch grows bolder as he traces my sensitive nipple through the fabric of my dress. “Now that we settled everything, do I have permission to fuck you?”
“You seem far too excited by the prospect.”
He grins in a way that makes his whole face light up. I commit his look to memory so I can obsess about it later. His body presses me into the mattress as he leans forward. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him until I can’t take it anymore. Until I’m dizzy and desperate for more.
My hands shove at his chest. He takes his weight off me and stands.
“What—”
I cut him off as I stand and grab the hem of his shirt. “Off,” I order.
He complies with my command, revealing a chest of pale, muscular flesh. I sigh at the sight. His body deserves to be a national monument. If I didn’t suffer from an insane amount of jealousy, I would nominate him myself.
“Like what you see?”
I smirk. “Depends. Is it all for show or do you have the stamina to back it all up?”
He shoots me a lopsided grin I feel straight to my heart. “I swear you like stirring me up.”
“Only because I like unraveling you so much more.” I run my hands down his abs, tracing each curve with the tips of my fingers.
He shudders as my hands reach to remove his belt. I slide down onto my knees, and a hiss escapes him.
“Relax,” I say with the utmost confidence despite the rapid beat of my heart. I’m quick to shove his jeans past his thighs, revealing the bulge straining against the material of his briefs.
The outline of his cock makes my mouth water. I become crazed as I tug his briefs down his legs, not stopping until his cock bobs in front of me. A bead of arousal leaks from the tip. I’ve lost all sense of self as I lick him from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip, tracing my tongue over the pearly white drop.
Rather than grip my head, he clutches onto my chin and forces me to look up at him. “This is better than anything I could have imagined.”
My cheeks burn. “Think of me often?”
“Regrettably.”
I’ll show him regrettably. I grab one of the bows holding up my dress and tug on the string. Our eyes remain locked together as I move onto the next strap, pulling at the strand until both sides of my dress fall. The material puddles around my lap like a halo.
His eyes widen as they drop to my chest.
“Eyes up here.” I snap my fingers and point them at my face before taking his cock in my mouth.
He hisses as I alternate between sucking him off and tracing his shaft with the tip of my tongue.
“Did you think about this?” I reach out and cradle one of his balls, earning a groan before I take him in my mouth again. He pushes his cock farther down my throat. I’ve felt powerful in many situations, but nothing compares to the high I get watching Declan lose himself in the pleasure of my touch.
“Or how about this?” I take him deeper than ever before while sucking in long drags of air to prevent my gag reflex. The salty taste of him coats my tongue, and I suck at his tip to get another taste.
“More like I think of this.” He pulls away, taking his cock with him. My mouth falls open as he swoops in and throws me back on the bed.
He makes quick work of discarding my dress, leaving me blinking up at the ceiling, naked and waiting. I slide across the comforter as he drags me toward the edge of the bed. My limp legs hang over the side, dangling as he shoves them open.
He slips a finger inside me, dragging it back and forth before adding another. “Who knew you liked sucking cock that much?”
I rise on my elbows. “Driving you wild seems to have an addicting quality to it.”
Based on the smile on his face as he turns away from me and grabs a condom from his nightstand, I think he liked my answer. One can only hope I’m rewarded for my honesty.
I watch him slip the condom on his shaft, and I’m hit with another wave of admiration for him. Knowing he is willing to put aside his goal to get me pregnant makes my whole chest ache.
He steps between my legs again and lines himself up at my entrance. My breath catches as he drives forward, slamming his hips against mine. Tears prick my eyes from the burning sensation of him stretching me.
He wraps my trembling legs around his waist, and I hiss at the tightness.
“I hate you,” I say through gritted teeth.
“I look forward to fucking the lies right out of you.” The look of hunger in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine. His nails dig into my hips as he withdraws, only to slide into me again. The air is knocked straight out of my lungs as his tempo shifts to something I can only describe as insatiable.
His onslaught destroys any sense of control I have over the situation. He throws one of my quivering legs over his shoulder before adding the other, changing our position so I can take more of his abuse.
A burning desire in my lower half intensifies with each slap of his hips against mine. I claw at the sheets. His chest. His thighs. Anything to ground me as he memorizes my body like a language only he can translate.
His pumps never cease, and my orgasm starts to build inside of me. He runs his thumb across my clit before drawing small circles with the pad. I detonate like a bomb, warmth exploding in my chest as he shoves me over the edge of no return. My eyes slam shut, only to snap open again as he pinches my clit.
“Look at me.” The rough whisper of his command sends another round of liquid fire through me. I shatter around his cock without breaking eye contact. My release seems to spark his. His fingers dig into my flesh as his cock drives in and out of me like a man possessed. He groans, fingers tightening around me as his head drops back and he comes. The sight of him unraveling devastates any last hope I have of keeping him at arm’s length.
I found my newest addiction, and it happens to be my fake husband.
