Chapter 9
NINE
DECLAN
The reflection of the rising dawn beaming off the front doors of the clubhouse is the only thing I can focus on as I stare after Sofee. I sit for entirely too long, replaying everything the little temptress had done to tease me to the brink of insanity just moments ago. What in the actual fuck just happened?
I should’ve known better than to offer her my vest, but I couldn’t bear the thought of her getting road rash if I had an accident on the way home. It’s bad enough I didn’t have a helmet for her to wear; the least I could do was protect her skin a little. But, goddamn it, seeing her standing there, almost completely swallowed whole by the thick fabric, made my dick so fucking hard I nearly lost all composure. So in order to hide the lust raging throughout my body, I scowled at her as if I despised her wearing my clothes. When in reality, I was imagining how she would look in nothing but my leather. And then she climbed on my back, testing every ounce of self-control I had left.
If I’d known she was going to place those small delicate fingers on me the way she did, I would have... what? Refused to give her a ride? The thought is humorous even to consider. There’s no way I would’ve let her find her own ride, even if she didn’t have a psychopath hell-bent on revenge after her. I’ve never been the type of man to see a woman in need and just look the other way.
And without even asking myself the question, I know I wouldn’t have called one of my MC brothers to give her a ride. Even thinking about her soft body being pressed against anyone other than me has an unholy rage bubbling under the surface of my skin.
What the fuck was she thinking? The leash I keep on myself when she’s around is already unraveling more and more each day. Doesn’t she realize that fucking with me like that could be extremely volatile for both of us?
Not only did she know what she was doing to me, but the look she shot me before disappearing inside was one I’ve only ever seen from women who wanted me in a biblical way. Only this time it’s not some random woman; this is Sofee. The same Sofee I thought I’d undoubtedly pushed far away over the years. But apparently not as far as I thought.
The feeling of her soft hands on me was almost enough to unman me on the spot. Not to mention how her full tits felt pressed against my back. I could tell her nipples were hard even through our layers of clothing.
And then I went and grabbed her thigh, like a fucking idiot.
I’d like to say I did it to make sure she didn’t slide off as I banked a corner, but I know that's a blatant lie. I’ve seen Sofee ride on the back of Liam’s bike enough to know that she knows exactly how to act as a good backpack. Leaning with the curve and never trying to hinder the driver from turning. Her ass would have been firmly planted on my leather seat without the guidance of my hand. But when the opportunity presented itself, I couldn’t stop myself.
I’ve wanted to touch her for so long, and since I got a tiny taste in the bar, I’ve been craving more with each passing day. It's scary to think about, but not seeing her every day this past week has me… missing her. Not only did I miss verbally sparring with her, but also just being in her presence and watching her. As much as it pisses me off to admit, I needed to see her today, even though I shouldn't have. Needed to feel her thick thigh under my fingers so much that I wanted to slice them from my hand if denied the opportunity. And the way she reacted to that touch had my cock throbbing so much it was painful. As if my fingers have a memory, I can still feel them flexing against her as she gyrated her hips, as if the little seductress needed to relieve some pressure building in her pussy.
I groan and force myself to stand from my bike. I’m so fucking hard right now not even a cold shower will release this beast. I look down at myself, the tent of my jeans is painfully obvious. Luckily, it's still early in the day, so my brothers are probably still asleep. I won’t have to walk in there and explain my rager to anyone. I’m going to be wrapping my hand around myself at the earliest opportunity.
But do I need to?
Just moments after she was mere inches away from brushing her soft fingers against my dick, she dismounted my bike and turned to face me briefly. I know I wasn’t imagining the scalding look she gave me before pushing inside. Her chocolate eyes were full of one thing and one thing only when she glanced back at me. Need. White-hot, desperate need. The same desperation I know filled my own eyes.
Without a doubt, I know if I were to follow her inside and up those stairs, I wouldn’t have to give myself the release I’m craving. No. That look told me everything I needed to know in an instant. If I followed her, we would both find the comfort we’re looking for. She’ll let me devour her wholly before stuffing her so full she’d never forget the taste of me.
But can I go there?
Nothing has changed. She’s still Liam’s perfect little sister, and I’m still an immoral delinquent who will ruin her with my stain. I should stay far away from her. I shouldn’t play into her little game, even if it’s what we both crave most.
But even as I think the words, I still leave the safety of my bike and walk to the entrance. I still push open the double glass doors and walk to the stairs. Common sense has no place here as I walk one step at a time toward the object of my fervent desire.
Maybe she changed her mind . I think to myself. Maybe she decided it was a terrible idea to travel down this road of ill intent. She could have shut herself in Liam’s old room and locked me out .
Please, don't do this to me, Brat.
As if I thought my wishes would ever come true, I’m proved wrong as soon as I crest the top of the stairs and hear something I’ve only imagined before. A soft gasp, followed closely by a whimper, intertwined with the low hum of a vibrator.
The prayers of transgressors will forever fall on deaf ears.
Instantly, sharp licks of scalding heat lash me as if someone were holding a flaming whip behind me. My eyes droop as I step closer to the open door I know Sofee to be behind. As if my feet have a mind of their own, I keep going. And even though I know exactly what I’m about to witness, the image in my mind is nothing compared to reality. If I ever had a chance to run and hide from this woman, it completely vanishes the moment my gaze lands on her.
She’s lying on the big empty bed by herself, clutched tightly in the throes of passion. Her thick creamy thighs are slightly spread, and though I can’t see her pussy from the doorway, I can hear the erotic sounds of her slowly fucking herself with a toy. My stare travels up from there, past her hand disappearing between her legs, to the soft swell of her belly.
She’s completely naked apart from my black leather vest she strategically draped over her body. The fabric hinders my view in the most addicting way, only allowing small peaks of her tanned flesh to be seen. Her breasts are mostly covered but I still catch a glimpse of one puckered nipple as she writhes under her own ministrations. It’s peaked in a way that beckons me to fall to my knees and suck it behind my fucking teeth.
Would she whimper just as sweetly under my sharp bite?
Her head is tossed back, her short black ringlets becoming a wild mess surrounding her like an inky web. The obsidian locks summon my touch as I step closer. Her mouth is open in a gasp when she spots me lingering in the doorway, her breath shuttering from her chest as if the sight of me excites her as much as what she’s doing to herself. Her eyes darken to a shade akin to coal as I step into the room. And as if that one look solidifies what’s about to happen, all of my objections as to why this is a terrible idea fly out the goddamn window.
No matter what happens after, I’ll always have this.
I stop fighting my body's primal urges and allow myself something I haven’t allowed in years. I let every dark temptation I’ve ever had about this woman flow easily from my soul as I fully step into the room and shut the door.
She watches me with a nervous tremble as the door clicks shut with a soft clink . And as I twist the lock into place, her eyes flare with a healthy surge of fear. Good .
As if she’s finally realized her mistake, she stops moving the toy buried deep in her cunt. A sly smile spreads across my lips as I look down at the brat who’s baited me into this position we’ll never be able to walk away from.
“Don’t stop on my account, Brat,” I rasp as I step closer to the bed. Her dark eyes follow me as a fine tremble starts in her legs and shimmies up her body. Now that I’m closer, I’m able to see just the slightest view of her wet cunt. “You obviously wanted to be caught. Keep going.” My deep voice rumbles from my chest, brooking no argument in my demand. And like the good girl she is, she starts moving again.
All I want to do is rip my cock out from behind my jeans and force it down her fucking throat until there’s drool coming from her mouth just as quickly as mascara-tainted tears from her eyes. I want to punish her for tempting me this way, slap her ass and thighs until she’s begging me to stop. Then spread her wide, slide into her slick heat, and pound into her until we're both dangling on the edge of oblivion. I need to cover her in thick ropes of my cum until she’s drowning in me.
But I won't do any of those things, yet. All of my muscles prime themselves in preparation to fuck, but I have to hold myself back. This is for her, not me. If all she wanted was a good fuck, all she’d have to do is ask any heterosexual man to help her out. She’s fucking gorgeous, utterly perfect in every way conceivable. She could easily land any man she wanted. Even if the thought makes me see red, it’s true.
If she wanted me to fuck her, she would be fucking me right now. This isn’t her telling me she wants me to take her. No, this is her way of taking control. Of what, I’m not sure yet. But I know a power play when I see one. Her teasing me the whole way here and then making sure I would walk in on her is all a ploy for something else. She’s taking something for herself in this moment and using me as a means to an end.
And goddamn it if I’m not going to let her use me any way she wants.
I’m so close to her now, standing right next to her. She stares up at me as if I'm her only salvation as she fucks herself. Reaching out, I finger the lapel of my vest that rests against her heavy tit. I graze the tip of my finger between the thick fabric and her heaving breast, letting her feel the rough skin hardened by calluses against her pebbled nipple. She arches her back, silently pleading for more.
Tremors rack her body in a way that lets me know she’s close. Her legs are close together, much closer than necessary for what she’s doing to herself.
“Spread your legs for me, La Mia Alba . Let me see the cunt that's weeping for me,” I demand as I loom over her.
She hesitates for the slightest moment, and I move. I jerk my vest out of the way, exposing her completely to my ravenous gaze. The instant she is no longer covered from my view, she squeals and attempts to cover herself again, a purely instinctual response for a darling like her. Her actions provoke a grumble from me as I halt her movements with a harsh pinch on her tightened nipple. I hold her in place, causing a sharp ache that I know will sink deep into her core. Her mouth falls open in a gasp before she jerks under my rough handling, emitting a pained hiss through her clenched teeth.
“If this is how you want to play, then you’re not going to hide from me, and you’re going to learn how to listen the first time I tell you to do something. If I say to spread these creamy thighs and show me your dripping pussy, then you fucking do it,” I grit out before using my other hand to land three sharp slaps against her inner thigh. I hold my hand in place, feeling the heat from my strike and forcing her thighs open wide. Without looking, I know I’ll find that beautiful red mark I left on her, and the thought makes my dick jump behind my zipper. She whines, eyes flaring wide as a flush crawls up her chest and throat. Her pupils dilate into big, black discs as she pants. Shock woven so beautifully with dark desire meets my gaze.
I know I’m being rough, but I need her to understand something before we even get started. If she wants to do this, if she wants to travel this desolate road that only I’ve known for years, she needs to learn right fucking now that I will not hold back with her. Every depraved urge I’ve suppressed will come out in ways that will brook no room for argument. And if she doesn’t want that, then this is her out. She can tell me right now this isn’t what she wants, and I’ll force myself to walk away. It may be the hardest thing I’ll ever have to do, but I will do it if she asks. I’ll do anything for her.
My gaze travels down the length of her body until it finally lands on her sodden flesh. Her lower belly quivers as she holds the purple vibrator still within her tight depths. The thrusting of the toy works against her G-spot in the sweetest way. The steady beating thump against her clit causes her to twitch uncontrollably. Even now, I can see the way her slick heat envelops the toy so completely, making my aching erection beg for the same reprieve.
“Keep going, Brat. Fuck yourself like you know you want to.” My deep rasp is barely above a whisper as I make my demand heard. And to my delight, she starts moving again. The groan that emanates from deep within her chest goes straight to my gut as she pulls the shaft from her drenched sex. Her arousal glistens on the lavender-colored shaft before she pushes the toy back into its hilt.
“Declan,” she whimpers, calling my attention back to her lips. She pulls that plump lower lip past her teeth, cutting off the moan that begs to be released.
My balls tighten in response, my cock is begging to be released at this point, and I want nothing more than to oblige. But I have to wait, this isn’t for me.
I lean down until I’m a breath away from her mouth. Keeping one hand on her thigh to keep her spread wide for me, I wrap my free hand around her throat and squeeze. Her gasp is cut off as I tighten my hold enough to hinder the blood flow to her brain.
“Yes, La Mia Alba . I want you to come with my name on these lips,” I say before flicking my tongue against her. She opens for me as I tease her. I want her to need me so much that she'll weep for me. So, I don’t kiss her just yet. I lower even further and pull that plump bottom lip past my teeth as I did behind the bar, nipping her hard enough that she jerks under my grasp.
“You know what you look like right now?” I ask as I release her reddened lip. She shivers against me as her tongue darts out to soothe the ache I inflicted. Her hand, using the vibrator, stutters as if she’s having a hard time keeping rhythm. “You look like a dirty little slut begging to be filled with a fat cock. You knew I would come looking for you, so you left that door wide the fuck open on purpose, didn't you?”
She averts her eyes and tries to shake her head, but I know she’s lying. Anger flares, and I snap my hand away from her neck, harshly gripping her jaw. She winces and whimpers under me, her shimmering gaze meeting mine once again.
“Don’t fucking lie to me. You wanted me to catch you fucking yourself like a desperate whore, didn’t you?” I move my hand lower on her thigh until the heat from her pussy is scorching me. I can feel every muscle in her leg tensing as she starts fucking herself with vigor. She enjoys my demeaning words as much as the toy sliding into her drenched pussy.
“You want me to treat you like a filthy cum slut. You hoped that I’d walk in here and give you the cock you so obviously crave,” I groan. The sounds of her sopping little pussy making my mouth water as I drop my hand to her mound.
She arches her back and bucks her hips, trying to get me to move my hand without using her words. That just won’t do.
“You want me to finish you off, Brat?” I push further down, spreading her pussy lips with my fingers until I just barely graze over her throbbing clit.
“Please,” she whimpers and fucks herself faster. She’s edging closer to the point of bliss, preparing to dive off headfirst. She mewls loudly, and I squeeze my fingers against her cheeks, silencing her whines before they become too loud. Tears spring to her eyes but I know they aren’t filled with sadness. I watch as one trickles down from the corner of her eye before leaning down and licking it up.
“ Mmmm ,” I hum before looking back into her cocoa eyes. “Tastes like desperation. Look at you,” I breathe against her lips as I start to rub her clit, pushing the thumping part of the vibrator out of my way. “You're a writhing, weeping mess, begging a man that you hate to make you come.” I circle her thumping bud, faster and faster.
“Tell me how much you want this,” I growl and grab the hand she holds the toy in, halting her completely. She squirms beneath me, groaning in frustration. She gets the cutest crease between her brows as she frowns up at me. When she says nothing, I let go of her cheeks briefly and slap her. She gasps in shock as I grab her cheeks again in a grueling grip. Her eyes dilate impossibly wide, and her chest stutters as if I stole her breath. I didn’t slap her too hard, just enough to gain all of her attention and let her know I’m not fucking around.
Squeezing her cheeks firmly, I purse her lips up closer to mine. Running my tongue along the seam, I chuckle softly. Even though she will never admit it, she likes the way I degrade her so sweetly. I can feel the way her pussy tightens around the toy in a way that allows no quarrel with that fact. I lock my gaze on hers, seeing fire burn deep within her dark chocolate orbs.
“Beg me to fuck you with this toy, La Mia Alba ,” I say as I tighten my grip around her hand and slowly push the toy until it’s fully sheathed within her heat, only to pull it back out. Her fingers tremble under my grip.
“I want you to cry for me, Brat. Plead like the needy fucking slut you are.” I smirk down at the whimpering mess below me.
“P–please, Declan. I’ll do anything if you just make me come.” Her words are distorted by my grip on her, but I hear her plea all the same. “Please, please, please,” she breathes her chant of promiscuity. “I’ve never felt anything this good, please don’t stop.” Her body quivers for me, causing her voice to shake as she begs so prettily. I grin down at her and ram the toy to the hilt as I ramp the speed up on high. She cries out and closes her eyes at the invasion.
“No,” I snarl and smack her again before clamping my hand around her throat this time. I squeeze as her eyes pop open again. Her cheek has a slight pinkness to it that makes my dick throb so much I feel like I’m about to explode here and now. “Look me in the eyes when I fuck you. Whether I’m fucking you with this toy, my fingers, or my cock, you keep those pretty little eyes on me,” I snap.
I fuck into her hard and fast, becoming increasingly jealous of the toy buried deep in her pussy. But I keep going. A thin sheen of sweat appears on her forehead as her mouth drops open on a cry. She’s close, I feel it.
“Who’s making you come?” I grit out harshly.
“You!” she whines.
“Say my goddamn name like a good little fuck toy,” I demand and press the toy at an angle that rubs directly against her G-spot. The moment her eyes lose focus, I know she’s coming apart at the seams. Her body convulses violently, and the sound of her orgasm washing from her pussy nearly has me falling to my knees for just one taste.
“Declan!” she screams right before I slam my mouth to hers, cutting off her wails of passion that are my rightful payment.
I push my tongue past her lips as she opens for me, tasting her for the first time. If I wasn’t addicted to her before, I just became a full-fledged junkie as her tongue dances with mine. Pushing and pulling. Biting and sucking. I don’t stop fucking her, even after she rips her hand away and tries to push me off; I keep going, rolling her into another earth-shattering climax. I fuck her with my mouth just as much as I do with the toy.
When the last of her tremors subside, I pull the soaked shaft from her weeping pussy. Ripping my lips away from hers, I turn the vibrator off and bring it to my mouth. I make sure she’s watching me as I press my tongue against the base and swipe it up to the tip.
“ Fuck ,” I groan as the taste of her cum washes over my taste buds. She tastes like the first spring rain when I’ve been dying from dehydration in the wilderness.
That first taste has me going mad with the need to fully consume her. All I want now is to rip my clothes off and crawl between her spread thighs. I crave the sensation of her slick pussy clamping around my dick like a vice.
But when I look down at the brat, still recovering from her descent into the abyss of passion, I’m not met with her warm cocoa-brown eyes. Instead, cold lifeless blue eyes stare back at me. Rather than creamy tanned skin, all I can see is the pale bloody remains of my past glaring at me. Sucking in a sharp breath as if it were being stolen from me, I squeeze my eyes shut as my memories of the woman I murdered assault me.
I take a stumbled step back as all the blood drains from my face. By some stroke of self-control, I never knew I possessed, I stop myself from taking this any further. Glowering down at Sofee, my chest heaving and skin crawling with equal parts desperation and horror, I feel an odd combination that has my hands shaking and legs ready to run. I rip my molten gaze away from her, and as I do, I feel as though my soul is being torn apart at the fucking seams.
I force my hand to release the lavender-colored vibrator and toss it onto the bed between her legs. As if someone else is in charge of my body, I turn away from the only woman I’ve craved so completely and stalk toward the door.
“Declan?” I hear her sitting up from the bed, saying my name like a soft-spoken prayer. With that one word, I know that if I leave her now, she’ll hate me forever. She’s extremely vulnerable at this moment, and if I walk out that door, she’ll never forgive me. And for the first time since meeting her, something inside of me screams not to let her hate me. A deep part of me, not tainted with darkness, howls to make sure she never despises me again. But I can’t allow that.
So, I ignore her before I do something foolish, like claiming her here and now. Pounding that last nail into the coffin that would condemn her to the same fate as Alana. Because I know that if I stay, if I take her now, she’ll be ruined. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but eventually she will meet the darkness of my past and won't survive the experience. Because nothing good can ever come from being attached to a monster like me.
I feel my fingers shake as I quickly unlock the door, step out, and slam it back in place with so much exertion the walls rattle. Then, I shove past my apartment door and slam it just as harshly before leaning against the cold wood.
I’m frantic as I tear at my clothes, ripping the button of my jeans open and freeing my throbbing cock from its constraint. As soon as my heavy length falls into my palm, I’m jacking myself like a fucking sex addict. I pull my tightened fist from my bulbous head all the way to the base in harsh movements, smearing the precum that weeps from the tip. Gritting my teeth, I smother my groan of pleasure as my balls tighten and my spine curls before bliss blinds me. Hot, thick ropes of cum spurt from my cock and land in splatters on the hardwood floor beneath me.
My chest heaves as I draw in harsh breath after harsh breath. Relief mixed with regret swirls heavily in my gut to the point where I can’t take it any longer. I’m absolutely disgusted with myself as I rip my shirt from my body and stalk to my bathroom. I turn the shower on and don’t wait for it to warm before stepping into the freezing water, not bothering to remove my jeans and boots. The ice water pelts my overheated skin like frozen knives, causing me to gnash my teeth together.
I press my forehead against the cold tile, hoping the water will wash away my sins. Pulling back, I thump my head there over and over again as if trying to knock sense into myself. But every time I close my eyes all I see is Sofee’s beautiful face, but with the foggy blue eyes of a dead girl.
“Fuck!” I yell at no one as I slam my palm against the wet tile. What have I done?