Chapter 18
Viviana
H eading to the bed, my heart races like it’s about to burst from my rib cage. There’s something primal about the way he moves, the way he claims space, that sets my blood on fire. Every step closer feels like the approach of a wolf stalking its prey, and God help me; I’m the prey.
I kneel at the edge of the bed, my hands pressed against the mattress, anticipation making my breaths shallow. I realize how my entire body is on full display, how he will be able to see every inch of my pussy, my ass—oh, dear. I shake my head and begin to close my legs, trying to hide at least some part of me.
My stomach turns, and I feel my heartbeat in my throat like it had taken residence there.
“Don’t hide from me, Viviana,” his voice husky with desire. His footsteps echo in the room, each step breaking the silence along with my fast breaths. Then, his massive hand rests on my shoulder blade.
Without a word, he pushes me forward, guiding me until my head and shoulders press into the bed. My body hums with a mix of nerves and excitement. His hand trails softly down my spine, his fingers moving up and down, making me shiver uncontrollably.
“You know what a safe word is?” His voice cuts through the air like steel, clipped and cold, a chill settling over the room despite the heat between us.
“Yes,” I breathe out, my lips grazing the mattress as another shiver wracks through me, my body trembling under his touch.
“Good. Choose one.” His grip tightens on my hip, grounding me as he leans over, his broad chest warming my back. His breath skims my neck, sending goosebumps down my arms as he plants slow, deliberate kisses and nips along my skin.
My mind races, fumbling for an answer. Panic sets in as ridiculous options swirl in my head. Should it be sexy? Scary? What even counts as a safe word? Food? Colours? Drinks? Oh God, I’m going to ruin the moment.
“Lemon,” I blurt out, cringing internally, waiting for him to laugh.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he hums against my skin, the vibration sending a jolt straight through me.
“Lemon,” he repeats, his voice low, whispering the word into my ear. His breath is hot and teasing. Slowly, he rises, his presence towering over me.
I’m trembling again, but this time it’s not from nerves. It’s pure, unbridled anticipation.
His hand begins to massage my butt cheeks. “Count them like the good girl you are,” his voice sounds more primal, like a feral animal preparing to attack.
As I nod, his hand connects with my sensitive skin. I move forward, a screech leaving my mouth as a sting forms on my left side.
But something must be wrong with me because instead of feeling like I should turn and kick his head, I feel my arousal grow, my breasts becoming hypersensitive. He clears his throat, and I remember! Shit, the counting!
“One!” I say into the fabric under me.
“Good girl,” he growls animalistically. I can feel his legs tense. He massages my ass again, and another slap follows, then another.
“Three, four, five,” he alternates from my right cheek to my left, and I feel my skin burning, my core clenching, needing more, needing him inside me. I count them to ten before tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
His hand caresses the strings gently as he stops, giving me time to take control of my breathing. I know this will hurt for days, but I think that’s the point; he wants to mark me, and honestly, I want him to do it. But I will leave my mark on him, too.
“Are you okay?” His hoarse voice fills with need, making me stiffen for a second. I nod, and he adds, “Use your safe word if you need.” As I’m about to answer, I feel his cock at my entrance, along with his finger sliding over my wet clit, coating his hard length. I’m so wet, and the only thing he did was spank me. I never thought I would be into this kind of kink.
His tip enters an inch, and my eyes roll back. “Please, Declan,” I beg him, trying to push my pussy into him so he can reach that spot inside me that is crying for him.
“Easy there, firecracker. So needy for my cock, aren’t you?” He pulls out, and I whimper at the loss of him. Turning my head to look at him, I’m met with a grin that could rival the devil’s and the darkest eyes I’ve ever seen. His pupils are blown wide, so black they resemble the new moon, hidden behind a veil of storm clouds. The shadows seem alive, dancing behind his gaze like spectres in the night.
There’s so much darkness there—an endless abyss of pain, control, and something primal. But with it, there is an unmistakable and searing lust. It burns through the void, sharp and consuming, pulling me in like gravity.
Declan holds my hips with both hands, gripping deep into my flesh. Without warning, he thrusts into my wet pussy. I scream out as he grunts and curses, sinking his face into the curve of my spine. He stays still for a moment, and I can feel his chest moving as his breathing regulates.
“Fuck, Vi,” he grunts. Straightening up, he begins to move in and out slower this time, and I feel every inch of him inside me, his girth stretching me more than I ever have. The pleasure of it sends sparks over my spine into my mind, reaching the depths of my soul.
“Count,” he commands in a husky voice. His hand slaps my cheek as he continues to thrust slowly.
I lost count! Oh, for fuck’s sake, I can barely remember my name! “Nine?”
He chuckles. “Fine by me.” Slap , “It was eleven, firecracker.” Slap “Keep counting.” Slap
“Thirteen!” A whimper escapes me as his thrusts increase speed. He rotates his hips, hitting that spot that makes my toes curl, and I moan. My blood is pulsing to my core, the wet sounds of our bodies and the slaps filling the room.
“Fourteen,” shit! This is starting to hurt. My ass feels bruised, but at the same time, there’s an edge growing inside me—a need to come so hard it hurts. I grind into him, and he slaps me harder, his other hand gripping my hip to keep me in place. I breathe into the mattress, trying to restrain the urge to scream out his name like I’m praying to the Devil.
“Fifteen.” Slap “Sixteen.” Slap “Seventeen.” Slap “Eighteen.”
“You are such a good girl.” He thrusts harder into me, pulling out and slamming back in so hard that my body tilts forward. He pulls me back to him again.
He slaps me once more, and I count. Then his hand slams into my skin so hard that tears fall, and I yelp in pain. He turns me around, opens my legs wide, and thrusts in, pressing his hand on my belly while moving in and out. “I can feel myself under my hand, fucking you.”The pressure he creates with his hand makes my orgasm build faster. His thumb circles my clit, and I can feel my hot arousal dripping down my ass.
He stares at the point where our bodies connect like we were made to be this way forever. His body blends into mine with perfection, like the moon in the night sky.
“Come for me, Viviana,” he grunts, his thrusts increasing as his hand still presses on my belly, keeping me in place. I stare at him—he is sexual perfection.
His muscles are so taut, trembling as he fights to hold back his release. His tattooed hands press into my belly, veins popping with each movement.
His dark, messy hair falls over his face, covering part of his eyes as he tilts his head back. I can see Adam's apple moving with each swallow and grunt he curses out.
“Declan,” I whimper as my release comes closer. My back arches and my legs press against his ass, pushing him even deeper.
“Fuck, your cunt feels too good.” With his filthy words, I lose all sense of control and come hard on his cock. My body spasms uncontrollably, and my movements become erratic as I feel my pussy clenching around him.
He mutters darkly and thrusts harder, prolonging my orgasm and sending me to another plane of existence. His entire body tenses, and his hot, white cum fills me. His cock pulsing inside me. “Fuck!!”
Head tilted back, his tattoos stretch across his chest with every deep, shaking breath he takes—an utterly captivating sight. It’s like having Lucifer himself between my legs, his sinful smirk for me, for my body, and I can’t help but smile.
His dark eyes finally meet mine, and he bends over me, making my ass cheeks sting with pain. He presses soft kisses on my forehead. I seize the chance, leaning up to kiss and lick his neck, savouring the taste of his skin. When I reach the nook of his neck, I bite down hard. He winces, his hand tangling in my hair as he pulls my head back.
“Already taking revenge on me?” he asks, his dark eyes piercing into mine, alight with something carnal.
“It’s only fair I mark you as you marked me,” I reply with a wicked grin, biting my bottom lip.
He stares for a moment, then tilts his head, baring his neck like prey surrendering to a vampire queen. “By all means,” he murmurs.
I don’t hesitate. I sink my teeth into his shoulder, biting along the ridge, marking him. He shudders slightly, a soft wince escaping as he leans closer, his lips brushing my ear.
“Viviana,” his hoarse voice stops me mid-motion, and I look up at him. There’s something in his eyes now—worry, shadowed by something he’s holding back. My gaze shifts, knowing how much I’m hiding from him. I wonder if I’ll ever have the courage to tell him the truth, knowing that this secret could cost us everything.
“I…” he starts but falters. I reach up and gently caress his cheek. He leans into my touch, his tension softening as if my hand alone can unravel him. I take a deep breath, letting the moment wash over me: the scent of him, the salt of his sweat, the subtle rise and fall of his chest.
“You what, Declan?” I ask softly. His gaze flickers, and instead of answering, he shakes his head, pulling me into a kiss. Sweet and tangled, it steals the breath from my lungs, and I melt into him completely.
This week passed like no other. Declan spends his days away while I dig deeper into my father’s business and even my sister’s.
I still don’t know if they realize that our father probably killed Declan’s fiancée. Not only that, but he also dared to make a deal with him to marry one of us after killing her. How fucked up is that? Who the hell does something like that?!
My phone buzzes, and Silvana’s name flashes on the screen. She wants to have lunch in town. I roll my eyes, not in the mood.
Although, it could be an excellent opportunity to see if she knows something.
I reply to her text, setting lunch for tomorrow at one of our favourite Italian restaurants in town. Taking a deep breath, I return to my notes.
A shadow falls behind me, making me jump. I quickly snap my notebook shut.
“You scared me!”
He smiles, wicked and knowing. This past week has been carnal. Every night, he returns home full of fury and blood, taking me like a beast. He fills me every inch, and I want more. I can’t get enough of his body, but we barely talk. There’s a knot in my throat all the time. I want to tell him—everything—but I can’t.
Not yet.
His suit is flawless, black, and perfectly tailored to accentuate every inch of his muscles. He smells of woodsy cologne and expensive whisky. For the first time in a week, there are no bloodstains on him.
His thumb brushes against my cheek, then drops to my chin, tilting it up so I have to meet his gaze. A smirk tugs at his lips, and his dark eyes gleam with amusement.
“Searching for something?” he asks, his voice so deep it makes my legs clamp tight. That dominant, sexy tone of his drives me up the goddamn walls.
“No blood. Must’ve been a slow day,” I joke, forcing a chuckle.
“It was boring. Just a few business meetings in town,” he replies casually. And it’s always like this between us: we fuck until oblivion, but when it comes to talking, we give each other the bare minimum. He says he had meetings, and I say I’ve been reading and writing.
Not lies, exactly—just not the whole truth. He doesn’t know I’ve been reading about his dead fiancée and my murderous father.
“Dinner’s at the table,” he says, extending his hand. His veins pulse under the tattoos that cover his hand and wind up his arm, muscles flexing subtly. Those arms wrap so perfectly around me, and that hand makes an equally perfect necklace around my neck.
“Viviana,” his voice cuts through my spiralling thoughts, sharp and commanding. I blush, my cheeks burning. I really need to stop being this horny around him all the time.
Jesus Christ.