Chapter Six
Declan
I am certainly not the cleverest man in the world, or even in London. Anyone with a functioning brain would concur with that suggestion. I'm a ruddy fool. If Sabrina continues to rub her lips together as if she means to devour me, I might just have to take her right here on the floor. Only an idiot would even think about doing that. Sabrina should do a runner again and go straight to the nearest police station. I'll admit to any accusation she makes against me.
Sabrina looks up at me and bites her lip, slowly releasing it. "Do you really mean that?"
"What? Afraid I can't remember anything I said in the last sixty seconds." No, my mind insists on replaying the way she bit down on her lip only to let it slide free gradually.
"You suggested something very naughty."
"Ah, yes, that." I move closer, leaving only a foot or so between us. "Would you like me to follow through on that promise?"
She glances down at my groin and licks her lips before returning her attention to my face. "Oh, yes, I want that---Sir Declan."
My title has never really appealed to me. But when she says it in that seductive tone...I'm no longer certain that I'll be able to resist doing what I suggested earlier.
"I love saying the words Knight of the Order of the British Empire." She sidles closer. "That's the sexiest title I've ever heard, Sir Declan."
"Please don't call me that. It sounds ridiculous."
"Which part bothers you? 'Sir' or 'Knight of the Order of the British Empire'?"
"All of it." Now that we're together again, and she seems determined to seduce me, I suddenly feel that I shouldn't give in to her unspoken offer. "Go back to your friends, darling. I'm no good for you or any woman."
"Bullshit." She lays her hands on my chest. "Please take me right here on the carpet, Your Knightliness."
"My full title is Knight Commander of the Order of the British Empire, not Your Knightliness." Why did I invoke my title? I dislike it. But Sabrina drives me mad with lust for her.
The seductress presses her body to mine, writhing in a deliberate attempt to arouse me. Bloody hell, it's working. "Your full title is even sexier."
I can barely catch my breath, and my chest heaves as she grinds herself into my groin. My cock is thickening with every passing second. But I finally manage to gasp, "Are you sure you want to do this on the floor? My bedroom has a plush mattress and silk sheets."
The strangest, most intoxicating woman I've ever met kneels in front of me and begins to undo the button on my trousers. "We'll get to the bedroom later."
"Sabrina---"
"Call me Bree. Since I'm about to go down on you, I really think you should use my nickname."
"Whatever you say, darling." That flurry of syllables flew out of my mouth in a rush . "Have you been drinking?"
She tilts her head back, aiming a mischievous grin at me. "Just relax and let me taste you, Sir Declan."
"I wish you would stop calling me that."
She gives me a curious look. "You weren't this reserved on the night you gave me a mind-blowing orgasm in the Beaufort Bar."
Memories of that night flood my mind, particularly the expression on her face when she came in my hand. That had been the most intoxicating thing I'd ever seen. Why am I trying to talk her out of giving me head? If she wants to consume me, it would be impolite to reject her offer.
I gently caress her cheek with one hand. "Please suck me off, Bree."
She flashes me another mischievous grin. Then Sabrina Remington drags my trousers and underwear down to my ankles. The enchanting woman stares at my erect penis as if it were a succulent steak that she can't wait to devour. She skims her hands up and down my thighs while my cock grows harder and the crown reddens. Only when a droplet of cum forms at the top does she move her hands up to my groin, massaging my inner thighs and spurring me to let out a long sigh of relief.
I push my hands into her hair and do something I never imagined I would ever do. I plead for mercy. "Please, Bree, go easy on me. I'm not as young as I used to be. You might give me a heart attack if you keep teasing me like this."
Her wicked grin returns as she seals her lips around my bollocks. The tip of her nose brushes against my cock, and I gasp in surprise. When the succubus pulls away, she licks her lips once more. "I already love the taste of you. But I seriously doubt you're so feeble that what I'm doing would actually give you a heart attack. My guess is you're in your late thirties."
"I'm thirty-seven. You're quite perceptive to guess my age so closely."
"Don't you want to know my age?"
"I might be a bloody stupid arse, but even I'm not foolish enough to do that."
"My age doesn't bother me. I'm thirty-four, in case you were curious."
With both hands, I massage her scalp, relishing the softness of her hair brushing against my skin. "I'm curious about everything when it comes to you, pet. Absolutely everything."
She takes me into her mouth again, making eager noises as she feasts on my cock with slow and deliberate movements. The torturous pace makes my heart beat faster.
"Fuck, Bree, you are incredible at giving head."
Her lips curl into a smile even while she goes on pleasuring me with her mouth. When she swirls her tongue round the head of my cock, I suck in a sharp breath and surrender to her every desire. This woman has accused me of being wicked and a stalker, but now she's on her knees giving me the best blowjob I've ever had. My, how quickly things have changed.
As she fondles my balls, she licks and suckles me with increasing vigor.
My heart pounds louder and faster, almost as if someone were pounding on a door. I pause, listening closely. Is someone knocking? Or am I imagining that? I push Sabrina away gently. "Do you hear that banging sound?"
"Mm-hm." She gazes up at me, seductively dragging her tongue over her lips. Her voice has become huskier too. "Please tell me that's not your door."
"Unfortunately, it is. Someone needs me."
"Yeah, I need you---in my mouth."
"I want that too." I hurriedly pull up my trousers and struggle to zip them up. "But first, I need to punch the wanker who interrupted us."
Bree sighs and slumps against the couch.
I race to the door and yank it open, careful to reveal only half of my body since my erection is now hard as granite. But I'm shocked to see my brother standing there. "What are you doing here?"
"I heard you were meeting that crazy woman who thinks you're stalking her. Was it a good idea to be alone with her?"
"This is not the time, Julian."
He leans sideways, trying to peek around me because he's an annoying arse. "What's the big secret, Decky?"
"You know I hate it when you call me that, Julie ."
My brother simply laughs. "Do you think I care? Can't wait to tell Darcy and Leo about this. The great Declan Wilde, firstborn in the most prestigious family in London, having a secret affair with an American girl." He edges closer and winds up bumping into me. "Sorry, Decky. You can't keep this under wraps forever. Come on, don't you want to get it off your chest?"
Sabrina appears beside me. I hadn't even noticed when she approached. All my attention had been centered on my pesky brother.
Her curiosity clearly gets the best of her, and she asks, "Who is this guy? He kind of looks like you, but not exactly."
Julian's grin widens. "I'm Decky's younger brother. Our sister Darcy is third in line after me, and our brother Leo is fourth."
"Wow, four siblings? I only have one---my sister Tabitha. I'm Sabrina, by the way."
My brother tries to wedge himself between me and Sabrina, but I quickly step in front of her. "Get out of the way, Julian, or you'll be kissing the door in about four seconds. One, two, three---"
"Okay, okay, calm down, Declan. It was lovely meeting you, Sabrina. You should come to Wildewick Hall sometime."
"Wildewick Hall?" Sabrina's eyes light up with curiosity. "That sounds like something out of a Jane Austen novel."
I groan inwardly. The last thing I need is Julian inviting Sabrina to our ancestral home where she might meet our parents. "It's nothing special, really. Just an old, drafty mansion."
"Oh, don't listen to him," Julian interjects, his grin widening. "Wildewick Hall is a marvel. Centuries old, with secret passages, a hedge maze, and gardens that would make even the most jaded botanist weep with joy. We even have our own lake with a flock of swans."
Sabrina's eyes glitter with excitement. "Swans? Ooh, I'd love to see them."
I shoot Julian a warning glare, but he ignores me, focusing on Sabrina's obvious enthusiasm.
"Well then, consider yourself officially invited," Julian says with an outrageous flourish. "We're having a garden party next weekend. You simply must come."
Sabrina claps her hands together, practically bouncing on her toes. "A garden party? That sounds amazing!"
I clear my throat, trying to regain control of the situation, though that feels like a hopeless task. "Bree, darling, I'm not sure that's the best idea. My family can be a bit... overwhelming."
She turns to me, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh come on, Sir Declan. Are you afraid I can't handle your stuffy British family?"
"The Wildes are not stuffy. But that isn't the issue. It's just..."
She lifts her brows. "Just what?"
I don't want you anywhere near my family. That's what I wanted to tell her, but it would sound elitist. Sabrina has no idea about my romantic past. I doubt she would have any interest in sleeping with me if she did know.
I place a hand on my brother's chest and give him a gentle shove. "Bugger off, Julian. Go back to your wife and baby."
He raises his hands. "All right. Goodbye Sabrina. Goodbye, Decky."
At last Julian leaves, and I shut the door, turning around to face the woman who just moments ago had my cock in her mouth.
Her gaze narrows a touch. "So, are you going to tell me why you don't want me at the garden party? Is it because I'm not sophisticated enough for your family?"
I knife a hand through my hair, and my tone turns growly, though I hadn't intended to sound that way. "I am not that conceited. It's just...my family can be a bit much. Especially when it comes to discussions of my love life. I'd rather not talk about it right now. Besides, we barely know each other."
"Okay, no problem." Sabrina saunters over to the sofa and settles onto it, spreading her arms out as if she's inviting me to join her. "Now, where were we before your brother so rudely interrupted?"
I swallow hard as my gaze trails down her luscious body. "I believe you were about to give me a heart attack."
The sound of her melodic laughter, so sweet and yet sensual too, sends warm shivers down my spine. "Oh please, Sir Declan. I'm sure a big, strong knight like you can handle little old me."
I groan at the repeated use of my title. "Bree, I asked you not to call me 'Sir.' "
My feet move without my permission, and I seem to have no control over my body anymore. Before I realize what's happened, I'm standing directly in front of her. I tip my head down slightly to stare into her shimmering green eyes.
With her body mere inches from mine, she lays her hand on the cushion beside her and pets the velvety fabric in a distinctly erotic manner. "But your title suits you so well. Brave, noble Sir Declan, always ready to rescue a damsel in distress."
"Is that what you are? A damsel in distress?" My voice has dropped to an even lower, huskier register. "A few hours ago you called me evil."
"And then I offered to suck you off. I've seen another side of you, thanks to your brother's visit." She shrugs one shoulder. "Now you seem human."
"You are a very confusing woman."
"Call it a woman's prerogative." Bree stretches one leg out, nestling it between my knees, and then walks her toes upward until the largest one teases my cock. "I want you, Declan. Right now. I don't care what you do to me as long as I go off like a nuclear bomb. Better make me scream too. But first, I'm going to devour you."
"On the couch?"
"Mm-hm." She pets the cushion again. "Sit down, please."
What else can I do? My heart is racing, my pulse thunders in my ears, and I'm certain my cock will explode at any moment. So, I drop onto the cushion beside her.
Sabrina kneels at my feet and pushes between my thighs. Her fingers deftly undo my trousers once more, and I lift my hips to help her slide them down. Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of my fully erect cock.
"My, my, Sir Declan," she purrs, "you certainly are...well-equipped."
I groan, both from the anticipation and her use of my title again. "Bree, please..."
She licks her lips, her gaze locked on my throbbing erection. "What are you begging for? Tell me exactly what you want."
"I want your mouth on me," I growl, my patience wearing thin. "Now."
A wicked grin spreads across her face. "As you wish, Your Knightliness."
Before I can protest that ridiculous phony title, she takes me into her mouth, and all coherent thought flies out the window.