Chapter 45 Verity
Verity
Declan's filthy words lit a fire so hot I wasn't sure I'd survive the inferno raging between my legs. Ronan's dirty talk had always done it for me, but Declan's was next level shit.
Maybe it was the words combined with his dominating aura. Or perhaps it was his cock pulsing beneath my ass cheeks like a weapon of mass destruction.
Either way, I was so fucked.
Or about to be.
And there was nothing about the prospect of being fucked by Declan Kelly I disliked.
When his mouth crashed against mine, I melted into him. He didn't ask if he could kiss me like a nice guy might have. Declan wasn't a nice guy. Far from it, even if his public persona suggested otherwise.
After today, I knew he had a softer side, but I strongly suspected very few people saw that part of him. Like Conal, he recognized the broken parts of me and cared enough to want to fix them.
He couldn't fix me, but his words made me feel less alone. Less ugly. Less worthless.
Knowing he wanted me, even though I wasn't a skinny size-zero waif, gave me confidence. Ronan and Conal had both made me feel beautiful before I discovered Ronan had supposedly cheated on me. But I wasn't thinking about that now.
"Fuck, princess," Declan groaned against my lips, his fingers digging into my scalp.
I whimpered softly in response, then louder when his hand dived under the hoodie and found my breast. Since I wasn't wearing a bra, my tits weren't all perky.
Almost immediately, my confidence took a nosedive. What if he hated my tits? They were huge compared to Bridget's small, perky breasts.
"I can hear you spiraling. Stop it right the fuck now!"
I peeked at him to find he was close enough that I could see the gold flecks in his irises. Feel his hot, minty breath ghosting across my lips.
"These," he growled, yanking the hoodie up and pulling it off before I could protest, "Have starred in my fantasies ever since I saw—" He broke off, a guilty look flashing across his face so fast I thought I'd imagined it.
He shook his head and focused on my unfettered breasts. "I love your breasts."
"But they're too big and not perky and…"
"They're perfect." Before I could utter any more bullshit, he bent his head and sucked in a pebbled nipple, tugging it with his teeth before laving my hard peak with his hot, wet tongue.
I moaned in response. While I sometimes hated my boobs, they were very sensitive, and the sensation of his mouth on them nearly had me coming.
He cupped my flesh reverently, like I was a precious gift he'd waited so long to unwrap. The memory of Anton's scathing comments faded until there was only this fierce man with his scarred hands and brutal reputation. A man who should have scared me but didn't.
"Please…" I wanted more. Needed more.
"Patience, princess." His hand slid beneath the waistband of my borrowed joggers. I heard his sharp intake of breath when he realized I wasn't wearing any panties.
"Fuck, princess, you're not wearing underwear. Such a bad girl. So fucking wet." A thick finger swiped through my folds, brushing over my clit, before finding my entrance.
"I need you!" He lifted me slightly and pulled the joggers down so my bare pussy sat on his hard dick. Only a thin layer of fabric separated us now.
"Let me make you come before I get inside you, princess. It'll be easier for you that way," he explained.
"Please make me come," I begged. The pressure building in my core was almost painful. Each time he thrust a finger inside me, I clenched around it, desperate for release.
I did my best to swallow my moans as he circled my clit with one hand while sucking my nipple.
"That's it, princess. Take what you need." With a soft cry, I tumbled over the edge, tasting blood when my teeth cut my lip. The orgasm swept through me, blasting all my self-doubt and insecurities away.
Declan wanted me. He thought I was beautiful.
The minute the pleasure shockwaves faded away self-doubt crowded back in. This was a huge mistake. I crossed my arms across my breasts, horribly self-conscious. The light was too bright. Too unforgiving. Far too revealing.
"I should get showered," I began, but Declan growled.
"No. Whatever's going through your head right now, stop it."
His words derailed my meltdown. I peeked at him through my lashes. While I could feel how deliciously hard he still was, pressing against my most sensitive parts, parts of me that continued to throb, it was surely an unavoidable physical reaction to my nudity.
The man didn't want me.
Not really.
He was likely horny, and I was here.
"How do you know what's going through my head?" I asked, curious despite my meltdown.
"Because you have the most expressive face." He cupped my face in his big hands. I could smell myself on his fingers, which made me cringe. "I'm not done with you yet, princess. Not by a long stretch."
"You're not?"
He hooked his hands under my thighs and lifted me. I closed my eyes because it was easier than looking at him. Was I ridiculous? This was just sex, right?
Declan took me into the bedroom and dropped me on the bed, spreading my thighs. I tried to fight against his hold, but he was too strong. I yelped when he licked my still swollen clit and arched my back when his tongue plunged inside me.
OK, so maybe I didn't want him to stop after all. But the moment I trembled on the edge of another orgasm, he backed off. The third time he switched from licking my clit to nibbling my inner thigh, I screamed in frustration.
The bastard laughed.
"I said I wasn't done with you," he reminded me from between my thighs.
"Maybe I should invite Connor in," I huffed. "He might do a better job." I had zero interest in Connor, but the mere suggestion I might find him attractive was like a red rag to a bull. Declan pulled back and moved over me, pinning my wrists to the mattress with one hand.
"You invite him into this bedroom and I'd have no choice but to slit his fucking throat," he snarled. "Is that what you want?"
I gulped hard. Threatening to murder a love rival was arguably a major red flag, but red flag behavior had always been my weakness.
"No! I don't like Connor! I mean, I like him," I stammered. "But not like, like him." My eyes watered in frustration as he hovered over me, his chest brushing my nipples. "I just don't like you teasing me!"
"Hmm." His head dipped, and he kissed me, softly at first, then hard enough to bruise. I whimpered when his lips found my breasts, teasing me again until I cried out with frustration.
"Please!"
"Please, what, princess?"
"I hate you," I sobbed, so done with him. My body ached, desperate to come.
"If I fuck you, princess, I won't be gentle," he warned me. "I don't do gentle."
"I don't want gentle - I want a fucking orgasm!
" If anyone in the rooms above, below, or anywhere else heard me, I no longer gave any shits.
Connor was probably still outside, but I didn't care if he heard me, either.
He knew what was going on. That much was obvious from his teasing comments earlier.
"Condom?" His question, not mine. I'd not once thought about contraception or STIs, which was dumb as fuck.
"I'm on birth control."
"And I have never fucked a woman without a condom." The twins told me the same thing. Did that make me special? Or deluded? It was hard to tell at this point. My brain had stopped functioning somewhere around my first orgasm.
He stood and quickly shed his pants. Then before I could second-guess myself, he moved over me.
I felt him nudge my entrance. Deliciously hard.
From the strain on his face, despite his threat, he was doing his best not to hurt me.
But still he waited for my consent. A part of me melted inside.
He cared. That much was obvious. He wasn't another predatory male, only out for his own pleasure.
"Fuck me," I pleaded, tilting my hips to make it easier. With a deep groan of masculine pleasure, he surged inside me, stretching me to the limit.
Neither of us moved for a few seconds as my body welcomed him, squeezing his shaft hard.
"You feel so tight, princess. So fucking hot and delicious. I'm not sure I can last, which is pretty fucking embarrassing."
"Please." I moaned, almost incoherent with the need to come. To relieve the pressure coiling inside me. This was pure torture after all his relentless teasing.
He withdrew and then thrust back inside me, tilting his hips at just the right angle so my clit throbbed.
"Yes!" I was so close now. So close I could almost see stars.
But before I fell over the edge, he gripped my hips and rolled us over so I was now on top, a surprised 'O' on my lips
"That's better," he grinned, his eyes glued to my tits. "Fuck, you have amazing tits."
I tried not to think about how they looked at this angle, in the bright light from the window. Declan squeezed a heavy breast with one hand, rolling my pebbled nipple between finger and thumb.
The delicious sensation had me grinding on him, chasing my pleasure. From the way he groaned, I wasn't the only one on the verge of coming. His hands found my hips again and this time, he took control, fucking me from below.
I braced myself on his chest and let him take control, each powerful thrust exactly what I needed to forget about my shitty life.
When I came again, harder than before, I made some embarrassing and unintelligible noises before collapsing in a boneless mess. Declan rolled us again and rutted into me like a possessed man. A minute later, he roared his pleasure as he emptied inside me in a hot gush.
"Thank you," I whispered, not sure what exactly I was thanking him for, but feeling like I ought to say something.
"No, princess, thank you for being so perfect."