Rage

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Alice

T he blood was gone.

I stumbled out of the shower in a daze and wrapped a towel around me. I picked up the clothes he placed in the bathroom while I stood underneath the water. This all looked like stuff that would fit him. If my thigh would fit in it, it wouldn’t go further. There was a fluffy robe, though. Robes were one size fit all, and I slipped that on. While I was in the shower, I decided on something.

I wanted to fuck Declan.

Opening the door, Declan looked up from his massive bed. “Feeling better?” he asked.

“Yeah, but you know I have a fatter ass than that, right?”

“I sent a man to get some clothes that will fit you. I’m sure it will be here soon.”

“Thanks.” I sat on the bed beside him. “At least the robe is one size fits all. Although I can’t cuddle into it like I want.” I waved towards ample cleavage spilling out of the edges of the robe.

Declan avoided looking at me and stared at his phone. “Do you feel better?”

“I already said yes. I need a favor from you.”

“What else could you need from me?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

“Can we fuck?” I asked bluntly. “I know I’m not as pretty as the super models and stuff you can probably date. I just really need to forget what happened. And I want to choose it. I want to feel.”

“You’re asking me to have sex with you? After you just rejected a guy and killed him?”

I looked away from him and fiddled with the sash. “We can forget it happened afterwards. I just want to feel and I want it to be my choice. I know it’s stupid. I just need control. Please? It sounds stupid.”

“If we do this, you owe me.”

“So cleaning up my mess is favor free, but this is a favor?” I asked.

“I told you the other night to call me if you were in danger. It wasn’t an invitation for a booty call.”

I sighed. “Fine. I’ll owe you a favor.”

His face shifted like he won something. Not sure what. I wasn’t a supermodel like his last few exes. Yes, I googled him after the other night. All of his notable exes were gorgeous and whatever I wasn’t. He’d be slumming with me. The flirting from the other night, I figured it was just for show. Maybe a way to show dominance and throw me off. That made sense to me with how he used to treat me as a teen. Or how many people treated me growing up. Another furl of nervousness bloomed within me. At least that was better than replaying what had happened a few hours earlier.

I sucked in a breath and pushed him into the bed. His phone clattered onto the floor. I straddled his body and crashed my lips into his. His fingers curled into my wet hair and he pulled me tighter against his body. Declan’s tongue tapped at the seam of my mouth and I opened for him. Our tongues twisted and glided against each other as I rocked my hips on top of his pelvis. He moaned into the kiss as he pushed the robe off my shoulder. Fingertips traced down the nape of my neck before he broke the kiss. His lips dragged down my cheek and neck as he nipped and kissed my skin before he sucked on my skin. A larger spark of desire coursed through me, and I moaned in delight. He pushed the robe off my body and I pulled away as the fabric revealed every roll on my body to him. I swallowed. This was the moment he could reject me or call me ugly.

Declan’s eyes darkened as he looked down at my body. His fingers glided down my shoulders towards my imperfect breasts. “Have you ever thought of me as you touched yourself?” he whispered.

My face grew warmer. There were a few times when I was a teen. “No,” I lied.

He grinned. “You’re lying.” He reached up and caressed my cheek. “Your body’s telling me the truth. You’re so wet already, grinding all over me and your skin’s red.”

I pursed my lips but didn’t respond. Declan rocked his hips upward and his bulge hit me in the best way. I moaned and my eyes rolled onto the back of my head. He pushed me into the bed and slid off. I propped myself on my elbows and watched Declan undress. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt as I watched every muscle reveal itself. Declan grinned as he threw off the shirt and it slipped to the floor. Every muscle in his body was well defined, and he had dark tattoos covering most of his chest. My fingers itched to touch them. The click of his belt filled the air as he pushed his slacks down his hips. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it a few times. A drip of pre-cum welled at the tip. Declan was thick and pierced all the way down.

“I’ve never fucked a guy that was pierced,” I whispered.

“I guess there is a first time for everything,” he said huskily. “Spread your legs and show me how wet you are.”

I swallowed again as my heart pounded. I scooted further in the bed and spread my legs. His eyes seemed to devour my body as my fingers skated down my stomach and between my legs. Hesitantly, I dipped one finger between my lips and slid up my seam. My legs quivered as I exposed everything to him.

“Are you scared?” he whispered as he kneeled between my legs.

“Nervous. It’s not like it was a wild moment of passion that led to fucking,” I whispered as my fingers swirled around my clit.

Declan’s fingers traced up my calves and thighs. The missing zing of arousal earlier was there for Declan. My body wanted him and I wanted this with every fiber of my body. I sucked in a breath as he touched me and explored my thighs until he was at the vee. “Look how soft and fuckable you are,” he whispered. He pushed my hand away and replaced his fingers on my mound. “So wet. Is this just for me?”

“Shut up and fuck me or something,” I whispered.

Declan’s fingers slipped into my pussy, and I gasped. “I don’t know if you can fit my cock.”

“It stretches,” I hissed as I tried to hold back an eye roll.

He pushed another finger into my pussy, and I arched against him. “Oh, I know. That’s what I’m working at.” Declan pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy. His other hand gripped the bottom of my chin. “Do you have a bit of a brat inside you? I could hear the attitude in your voice.”

“No.”

His fingers gripped my chin harder. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“I can be good,” I gasped.

Declan’s grin widened before he licked his teeth. He increased his speed and more arousal pummeled my body. I sucked in a breath through my nose as I tried not to moan. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to have so much fun with you.” Declan’s lips crashed into mine as he positioned himself above me. A moment later, Declan stopped the kiss and pulled his fingers out of my pussy. He slowly licked his fingers as he kept eye contact with me. Declan sat on his heels as he wrapped his hands around my hips.

“Are you ready? You said you wanted to feel something,” he said.

“I’ve been waiting.”

He rolled his eyes before flipping me over. His cock slid up and down my seam before he pushed into me. My fingers gripped into the satin sheets as he bottomed out inside. The piercings were unbelievable as they touched parts of me that had never been touched before and I moaned loudly. Declan grunted as he dug his fingers into my hips while he started to thrust. Every movement sent sparkles of more desire through me.

“Harder, Declan,” I muttered into the bed.

Declan lifted a hand up and slapped my ass. The pain sliced through me and straight to my pussy. For the next few minutes, between thrusts, he slapped my ass until I was moaning and thrashing underneath him. “Did you feel that? I felt your cunt grip my cock hard with every touch.”

“Yes, thank you, Declan. Thank you for everything,” I moaned.

“Now, that’s a good girl. Look at how well you’re taking my cock.” Declan wrapped his arm around me and his fingers skirted over my clit. The muscles in my stomach started to tighten as my orgasm rushed through my body.

“I’m about to come.”

“Good. Come all over my cock,” Declan groaned as he increased his movements. A moment later, everything broke inside me and I lost the feeling in my calves as I writhed underneath him. He pulled his hand off my clit and rocked into me even faster. His thrusts became more erratic before he stilled inside me. His hot seed splashed against my insides. When he pulled out of me, the hot liquid dripped down my thighs, but his fingers caught it. Declan pushed his come covered fingers back into my pussy before he pulled me into his arms.

“That was fun,” Declan said.

I nodded and closed my eyes as I laid my head against his chest. All the adrenaline from earlier started to fade away, and I felt sore all over. Every muscle screamed inside my body as sleep threatened to take me.

Declan caressed my hair gently. “Get some sleep.”

In the early morning hours, I climbed out of Declan’s arms and found the clothes someone had brought for me. I got ready for work and was able to get to work on time. Everything was normal for a few hours. Customers came and went. I stocked the shelves with books and tried to forget the last twenty-four hours. Everything changed when I received a text from my mom: What do you mean you’re engaged to Declan?

My face fell as I realized what that favor was. Declan was making me marry him. There could be worse things. Although why didn’t Declan say it last night? I guess there were things we still needed to talk about. I should be mad about the situation, but I wasn’t. Maybe I knew deep down something like this could happen with him. I made my bed and I would have to lie in it now.