Chapter 20
TWENTY
DECLAN
All cognitive thoughts and remaining shreds of self-control I had left, shatter against the ground the same moment the case full of bottlenecks does. Before the exploding beer even has a chance to splatter against the floor, I’m on her. There is no hope of stopping what happens next as my hands fly to her in desperation.
Her breath all but stutters in her chest as I kick the busted crate away from us, using too much force and sending it flying into the wall with a deafening crunch. I step into her, pressing my body tightly to hers as one hand finds her delicate throat while the other seeks her perfectly styled hair. The moment my hands touch her heated flesh, I’m burning just as hotly as the anger simmering in my gut.
“The only issue I have is with you, Brat,” I grit out between clenched teeth as I stare down at her, fear widening her dark brown eyes. Her hands instinctively fly to my wrists, but she doesn’t try to push me away. Her nostrils flare wide with each panicked breath she takes as she meets my scowl.
“And just what have I done this time to become your issue, Declan?” She’s trying to sound strong, as if what I’m doing to her has no real effect. But I know the truth. I see it in the way her nipples tighten under that purely sinful white dress. The damned outfit makes her look like the epitome of depravity disguised as righteous holiness. And I want nothing more than to sully her purity with my darkened soul.
I can feel it in the way she clenches her thighs together between us to ward off the ache I know is rising in her cunt. I know she wants this just as much as I do. And I’m so fucking tired of acting like I don’t.
I tighten my grip on her hair until her eyes tighten at the corners. Leaning in closer to her, I bare my teeth. She licks her plump red lips once more, causing my dick to jump behind my zipper. I move in as close as possible without touching her lips, gazing into her dark eyes as I whisper.
“Everything you do is an issue, Sofee.” At the sound of her name, her eyes flare before becoming droopy in the way only lust can cause. I place my forehead against hers, close my eyes tightly, and then speak.
“The way you’re always around, even when you're not supposed to be here. It’s impossible to ignore you,” I murmur before opening my eyes again, meeting her gaze once more. “The way you speak to me like you’re not afraid of me,” I growl before flicking my tongue out and licking the seam of her lips. When she opens on a gasp I tighten my grip around her throat until her breath is almost cut off completely.
I dip my face lower toward her neck. “The way your goddamn smell lingers everywhere,” I growl between clenched teeth. “There is no escape from you.” I can’t seem to fight the groan that rips from my chest as I deeply inhale her intoxicating scent. Ripping my hand away from her throat, I lower it until my fingers are grazing the top of her low-hung dress. My gaze follows the digits as they trace the pure white fabric that lays against her breasts. Her breath releases in fast puffs, making her cleavage push up and out of the dress slightly, causing my mouth to fill with saliva.
I catch her gaze again, silently challenging her as I pull the soft fabric down until the thin strap slips from her shoulder. A shiver runs through her body as the material gathers and falls, revealing one lush tit. I keep my hand firmly grasped in her hair as my free thumb drags over her puckered nipple. Her pulse thumps erratically in her neck, begging me to pull the delicate flesh past my teeth.
“The way you tempt me in this fucking dress,” I say, playing with the soft fabric between my fingers. The very fabric I wanted to rip off her body the moment I walked into the bar earlier tonight and first laid eyes on her. I even shattered a glass in my overly firm grip, imagining it being on another man’s floor. The thought of her ankles wrapped around someone else’s neck ignited a fire within me. Even now, with her in my arms, I can feel the rage building in my gut at the mere idea of Joel being the one surrounded by her sweet scent.
I look down at her once more. Even if she is frazzled by my attention, she is still perfection in every conceivable way. I cup her breast in my hand and squeeze roughly. She moans and rubs her thighs together once more.
“The reason I don’t bring anyone home isn't because I’m having intimacy issues.” I jerk my hand away from her, gripping her wrist in a harsh hold before guiding it to the front of my jeans. I’m hard as a rock as I press her hand against me. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my skull as her small hand cups me over the denim. Her mouth falls open again as she meets my dark stare.
“The only reason I don’t fuck any other women has nothing to do with little Declan and everything to do with you, La Mia Alba .” Her shocked little gasp has me panting as she starts to slowly rub me over my jeans. I don’t even have to guide her as she continues to stroke me, her touch becoming more confident with each second that ticks by.
“I have tried to keep you away, tried to fight this. Desperately attempted to make you fucking hate me so I won’t ruin you like I do everything else,” I search her dark eyes as I finally speak my truth. Her hand stills against me as her brows furrow. I lean closer until her sweet breath fans over my lips. “But I can’t fight this anymore,” I clench my jaw. “I don’t want to fight this anymore.”
Without so much as another breath, I crash my lips to hers. And as if she were waiting for me to start all of this, she becomes putty in my hands. Warm and ready to mold into whatever my black heart desires. She becomes pliable as her lips move against mine in a way that tells me she wants this just as much as I do.
I bite and suck on her lips, wrangling a ragged moan from her that sends a shot of lust down my body, curling my spine. My cock swells painfully behind my jeans, and I have no hope of stopping myself as I grind it against her.
I kiss her roughly, unafraid of hurting her anymore as I fully devour her. And to my surprise, she gives as much as she receives. Her lips dance with mine, her tongue surging past mine in a desperate attempt to taste me like I am her. I tighten my hold on her hair until she’s whimpering for me. Driving me further up the cliff of insanity where only pleasure and madness exist.
“Tell me you hate me, Sofee. Tell me to stop,” I beg against her lips, some of my better sense finding a way around my recklessness. If she doesn’t want this, if she tells me to stop right now, I may be able to rip myself away from her. I may be able to stop myself before I completely demolish her.
“I hate you,” she whispers as she continues to kiss me. Her hands claw at my shirt in a desperate attempt to reach my flesh below the cotton. “I hate you so fucking much, Declan,” she moans into my mouth as I tug on her exposed nipple roughly. Her back bows and arches as she presses into me, craving more of my punishing touch.
She finally finds her way under my shirt, and before I know it, she’s tugging at my belt. “Please, don’t stop,” she begs. At her words, I become lost as the maddening lust utterly consumes me.
She fumbles with the buckle as I pull her dress down further until both of her breasts bounce free. Even though the only light in this room is shining through the one-way mirror, I can still see both of her dark, dusty pink nipples pucker into tightened little peaks, begging to feel the sharp bite of my teeth.
The metallic clang of my belt echoes as my jeans sag a bit on my hips. Sofee becomes wild as she attempts to push the denim down, but I stop her. Stepping back momentarily, I pull my shirt over my head before crashing into her again. Her chest heaves against me as I press her against the table. She has no choice now but to sit back as I kneel in front of her.
Without considering the consequences, I grab both of her tits and push them together before sucking one tight little nipple past my lips. Her moan is loud as she tosses her head back and leans on her hands. I swirl my tongue around the peak before biting, retching a whimper from her.
I will forever crave the echo of that sound to resonate within my dark soul.
“Declan,” she gasps as I bite her again, my name sounding like a prayer whispered from purely sinful lips.
I lower myself onto my knees, not caring about the broken glass and beer scattered on the floor. I can’t be bothered by it as I assume the only appropriate position to worship a woman like her. I pull her toward me roughly, swirling my tongue around her one last time before pulling my lips away. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her once more. Only this time, I plan on tasting her sweet cream straight from the source
Without a word, I turn her around before shoving her forward with such force that the table screeches against the floor beneath her. She has no choice but to press her pelvis against it and bend at the waist as I push her. Her ass is now in front of me, and I can't imagine a single place I would rather fucking be as I grab her again.
My hands glide up her smooth, tan thighs until the short material of her dress is rising with them. My mouth waters as more and more of her golden skin is uncovered. Pushing the dress the rest of the way up, I nearly come in my jeans as her thick ass is completely revealed to me.
“Oh, you filthy little slut,” I growl as I’m met with nothing but her smooth skin. Unable to stop myself, I raise my hand and smack her juicy ass with a fleshy slap. Her resounding yelp of surprise rings a soothing melody within me. “Where the fuck are your panties, Brat?”
I raise my hand to her lower back and push, forcing her to lay her belly on the table and giving myself the slightest view of her glistening pussy. She is practically dripping, her arousal having almost covered the expanse of her inner thighs.
“I can see your messy little cunt like this, La Mia Alba .” My cock throbs behind my zipper, threatening to ruin my fun before I actually get to have it. I drag my hand up the back of her thigh until my thumb grazes against her wet slit. I revel in the way she wiggles as I swirl my thumb around her.
“T-Tate told me, ah !” she gasps as I press against her throbbing clit. A feral smile spreads across my lips as she pushes back for more, but I resist, holding her still. “My p-panty lines would ruin the dress,” she whimpers.
Not able to help myself, I use both hands to spread her ass cheeks apart. “ Fuck ,” I groan as her tight little asshole comes into view along with more of her juicy cunt. “You’re a sloppy mess, Sofee.”
“Declan, please,” she whimpers as I blow a cooled breath against her wet flesh.
I pull my hand back and deliver another sharp slap to the back of her thigh this time. She yips and jerks on the table, and I become mesmerized by the way her ass jiggles as she fights against me.
“Please what? Are you going to beg me like a desperate cum slut?” I growl the question before slapping her other thigh. Her sharp gasp has my balls tightening in response. I graze my palms against the red handprints while staring at her pussy as a fresh flood of arousal leaks down her thighs. “Beg me for it and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget all about the date you put this goddamn dress on for in the first place,” I growl as my fingers find her cunt again, this time breaching her with my middle finger.
She wiggles against me and pushes back as I slide into her. Her slick heat envelops me wholly, and my brain nearly short circuits. I curl my finger, pressing on that tiny bundle of nerves that will make her melt for me. Her pussy squeezes around me, making my dick jealous of the lone digit.
“Please,” she groans with a hiss and pushes back against me again. “Oh, God, please,” she begs so prettily, and I’m inclined to give her what she wants, but we have to make one thing straight first.
I pull my finger from her, and she groans in frustration. A groan that turns into a loud yelp as I lean forward and bite her ass. She tries to pull away, but I hold onto her hips in a gruesome hold. I know she will bear my mark after we’re done here, and that notion alone causes precum to leak from my cock. My balls are already taut and ready to shoot off.
She claws at my hands holding her, attempting to push me away, but I bite harder still. Only letting go when she’s all but about to start begging me to stop. Then I rear back and give her a sharp smack on her ass right over my bite mark.
“Spread your fucking legs,” I demand, satisfaction covering me like a warm blanket when she does so without hesitation. I spread her cheeks once more, and my mouth waters as her entire pussy is put on display. “You need to learn right here and now that there will be no mention of another man’s name when I’m touching you.” I slap her drenched cunt to emphasize my point. Instead of yelping, she groans deeply in her chest this time, pressing back for more.
That’s my good girl.
“Even if that man is a deity who isn't listening to your pleas, he has no business between us. He’s not the one with his hands on this pussy,” I say as I spread her folds with my thumbs. “He’s not the one who made you a quivering, dripping mess,” I breathe as I rub a small circle around her clit once more. “He’s not the one tasting this juicy little cunt,” I murmur, not even sure if she can hear my words as I lean in. Her intoxicating scent surrounds me until I can no longer think, breathe, or taste anything other than her. “Just… One… Taste,” I whisper as my tongue surges from behind my lips to taste her.
I spread her wide as I press my tongue flat against her pussy and lap her up with a single long lick. Starting at her clit and sliding all the way up to her tight asshole, I cover my tongue in her arousal. A deep groan rumbles from my chest, and my hands clench around her delicate flesh as I become a man undone at the first taste of her essence.
Her back arches and her legs begin to shake as I lick back down to her clit, then up to her weeping entrance. I dip inside, lapping her up until the taste of her is embroidered into the deepest recesses of my mind. Fuck . I become lost as I eat her with vigor now.
She writhes above me as I latch onto her clit and suck. Her moans become louder and louder with each flick of my tongue until I’m sure her throat will become sore from her wails. But still, I devour her like she is my last goddamn meal.
“Please, no te detengas. Voy a venir ,” she begs as if I were going to do anything other than make her come against my tongue.
Her moans blend with her words, creating a garbled sound as I sense her pleasure reaching a crescendo that will spoil my taste buds for any other delicacy this world has to offer. Everything else will forever pale in comparison to the taste of her.
Her body tightens, and for a split second, her beautifully sung noises of pleasure cease as her orgasm swells and takes her under. Then, as if the crash of that wave brings her voice back, she howls as her climax ravages her entire body.
I keep my mouth pressed to her, desperately drinking in her release as she writhes against me. I grip onto her, prolonging her pleasure until I’m satisfied. Only when her orgasm subsides do I finally move.
I stand abruptly, give her perfect ass a sharp slap, and pull her up to me by the back of her hair. A strangled groan falls from her lips as I turn her to face me again. Her once-pristine makeup is smeared under her eyes, her intricately styled hair now haphazard and tangled. Her dress is disheveled, exposing her to me. She looks like a wrecked version of the beauty who walked out those doors with a date only a few hours ago. And yet, she has never looked more perfect than she does right now.
She wastes no time as she finishes her mission of releasing me from the confinement of my jeans. Her fingers dig into my hips as she pushes the denim down until my thick cock springs free. I make sure to keep my eyes glued to hers as I land heavily in her hands.
Her eyes widen, and her mouth drops open on a silent breath as she explores my length. A groan escapes from my chest as she grasps me in her soft hand. My hips buck involuntarily as she strokes me. Her thumb rubs a circle around the tip of my dick, gathering the precum there and smoothing it over the head.
Quickly, I grab her discarded bag from the table behind her. Nearly ripping it open in my desperation, I dump the contents on the table. Various items scatter over the wood, some landing on the floor below. But the one thing I’m looking for shines brightly, the foil wrapper reflecting the filtered light from the bar. I grab the condom and press it into her palm. Then, I move until I’m gripping her throat again, forcing her to look up at me.
I bare my teeth at her as she trembles under my fingers. “Be a good fuck toy and wrap that condom, meant for another man’s cock, around me,” I growl, a surge of masculine superiority flowing over me as she rushes to do my bidding. I want nothing more than to fuck her without any barriers, but the idea of taking her with contraceptive meant for another man has the rutting beast inside of me howling with primacy.
Keeping her lust-filled eyes on me, she unwraps the condom and slowly sheathes my length with the thin rubber. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my skull as her firm grip reaches the root of me. I squeeze my fingers around her throat, ensuring she’s paying attention for this next part before I allow the primitive beast in my soul to take over.
“This is your last chance, Sofee,” I say as I step closer to her. She sits back on the table and spreads her legs, inviting me in. “Do you really want to let the man you hate fuck you?” I ask as the heat from her pussy nearly suffocates me as she lines me up to her slick entrance.
Her eyes flare as a flicker of anger burns within the depths of her chocolate orbs. I press forward, the head of my cock slipping past her folds. Her heat driving me up the fucking wall as I slide into her. Her mouth drops open as she tightens around me, silently begging for more.
I lean forward, but not enough to slip further in. Pulling her to meet me halfway, I graze my lips against hers as my other hand finds her ass. “I will not ask nicely and I won’t be gentle. I will split this little pussy apart and take you to your limits before shoving you over the edge. I will have you begging for me to stop and start all at the same time. You will want to fight me as much as fuck me. This will not be the soft lovemaking you’re used to, Sofee. I will fucking ruin you for any other man you may want after this is over,” I promise.
I’m not sure how well I ever thought I knew Sofee before this. I always just saw her as Liam's perfect little sister who thought she was better than everyone else. I thought she was never one to take risks or do dangerous things. But as I look at her now, as I see that twinkle of something much darker winking at me in her chocolate eyes, I can’t help but realize I was dead wrong.
“Ruin me, Declan,” she says as she wraps her legs around my hips, pulling me forward with a sharp breath as I fill her completely. My cock slides easily into her slick heat, and I’m utterly lost.
Shoving my hand into the back of her hair, I slam my lips against hers, moving forcefully. I fuck into her hard and fast as her pussy sucks at me, refusing to lose me. She whines and moans against my lips as I grip her ass, urging her to meet me thrust for thrust.
This is the moment. This is the exact moment I become even more obsessed, more addicted to this woman. The look of pure carnal abandon written on her face. The feel of her encircling me, grabbing onto me like I’m her last link to this life. The musical sounds she emits as I slam into her tight cunt over and over again. All of it becomes my new goddamn addiction. And there is only one thing that will satiate this type of addiction.
More .
Pressing my forehead against hers, I gaze down at where we’re joined together. Her cum from her earlier climax envelops my thick length as it disappears inside of her again. The sight has me mad with the need to make her cream all over me.
Pulling her hair, I force her to lie down on the table. Her tits bounce hypnotically as she arches her back and moves in sync with me. Her hips gyrate in rhythm with each of my thrusts. Whimpers and moans escalate into desperate pleas as she tumbles closer to the edge once more.
Gripping her throat, I squeeze before allowing my other hand to find her pussy. I keep fucking her with hard slams as my thumb circles her clit. Her eyes meet mine, widening as she struggles to catch her breath.
“Show me how much of a perfect slut you are for me, Brat,” I say as I pinch her clit. She writhes beneath me even as her muscles tighten. Her pussy squeezes me impossibly tight, nearly unmanning me. “Come on my cock like we both know you’re desperate to do,” I demand as I give her the last shove she needs over the edge.
She explodes around me in a heated rush, causing my balls to tighten painfully as the tingling at the base of my spine intensifies. Moving swiftly, I lift her from the table and turn us around. Her pussy is still convulsing around me as I slam her back against the one-way mirror separating us from the bar, never slipping from her as I do. That primal instinct within me takes over as I hold her hips against the mirror and I slam into her with grueling thrusts.
“Beg for it,” I growl.
She knows exactly what I mean and doesn’t feign ignorance as she moans around her words. “Please, I need your cum, Declan,” she pants.
With her words, my cock swells impossibly hard inside of her. My vision blurs at the edges, and my breath is stolen from my chest as thick ropes of cum shoot into the rubber covering my length.
My lips part with a deep, guttural curse as my hips lose all sense of rhythm, completely releasing my orgasm inside of her depths. She clings to me as aftershocks wrack both our bodies. A feeling of contentment washes over me as we finally still against one another.
My forehead meets hers, and her hands glide along my shoulders. Neither of us speaks, too afraid to disrupt this odd truce we seem to have stumbled upon. Soon, our breaths synchronize as we both begin to come down from the intoxicating high.
I study her as she slowly emerges from her daze. Her brows are relaxed, the frown wrinkle above them unusually smooth. Her eyes are glazed and droopy as she stares at my lips with wonder. Her lips form a lazy smile, one unlike any I've seen before. One that has my lower belly tightening as a sensation of dread mixed with infatuation blends and settles there.
I need to let her go, need to push her away. This can’t ever happen again. It’s bad enough that it happened in the first place. It’s still true that she will find her ruin with me.
But even as I tell myself this, as I tell myself to let her go before she inevitably becomes tainted by me, I realize that she isn’t the only one who will find their demise in this. I know this because, as I hold her in my arms and gaze at her beautifully serene expression, I realize that I’m the one who is being ruined.