“So good.”
He lifts my breast toward his mouth so he can suck on my nipple.
I’m about to come. I am. It’s embarrassing, really, so I try to hold out longer, digging my fingernails into his shoulder blades.
Declan curses and grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks. Gently but firmly, exposing my neck again. He pounds into me, and the bed shakes, the headboard hitting the wall violently. His lips are all over my neck. Sometimes he’s biting me, sometimes kissing, but when he starts speaking in a language I don’t understand, all bets are off.
“I can’t hold it anymore,” I cry out.
Declan bites my earlobe and whispers, “I will tell you when you can come.”
“Oh no, oh no, I can’t hold. I’m coming.” My body starts to shake. It wants a release, but I want to wait because Declan asked me to, whatever fantasy he has of controlling my orgasm. The two impulses war inside me and make me want to cry.
Tears spill out of the corners of my eyes.
Declan palms my butt cheek, squeezes, and spanks me while fucking me into the mattress. I hold on to his shoulders when he violently thrusts into me. His breathing is loud, almost like grunting, animalistic, really, and I realize that Declan Crossbow, the man who is always in control, has lost it. He’s lost it.
“Come. Come right now,” he barks, driving into me so hard that I slide up the mattress into a sitting position. Finally, I get my release, and it flushes through me like an avalanche of pleasure at the same time that Declan ejaculates.
Since I can’t get pregnant right now, and I trust we’re both clean, we’re okay without protection, which means I can feel everything he’s pumping into me until his cock is milked of every last drop.
Declan holds himself up by grabbing the headboard. He sighs, resting his cheek against his biceps. “Are you okay?” he asks.
My head hangs to the side, my body twisted in an awkward position under him. “Never better,” I tell him. Never better.
Chapter 40
Break me
Dina
My bed smells like a real man, and I never want to wash my sheets. Luckily, the same man will roll in the washed sheets again so I can wake up happy like this every morning. I kick my feet, then roll over and sink my face into Declan’s pillow. He smells so good. Pheromones are a real thing.
I sit up and check the time. Does that really say it’s noon?
I rub my eyes, double-check. Itisnoon.
Oh, woman, I haven’t slept until noon in a while. Should probably get used to it since I’m unemployed. I’ll likely be unemployed for some time because of the chaos the city’s people suffered in such a short time.
Not to mention the fires and the riots that damaged other shops, not just mine. A change in the city’s underworld brought all the bad guys out into the open. Selnoa is undergoing a change, and I can only hope to land a job at another hair salon while I figure out where I’ll start over again. It’s a good thingthe nurse didn’t take me up on the thirty-five thousand dollars I offered her.
I bet that girl hightailed it out of the city as soon as the roads opened.
I pad across the room and crouch beside the closet, where I lift the floorboard. Under it is my secret deposit box. It’s full of cash. I run my finger over the hundred-dollar bills that will buy me some time to recover from everything I went through so I can think clearly about the direction I want to take from here.
I freshen up in the bathroom and put on a black cotton dress. I can’t wear bright colors while the city mourns. The air is still thick with smoke. I’m happy that the ones I care about survived and Declan is here with me, but last night, people died on the streets.
I send a quick message to my family to let them know I’m okay. Now I understand why Declan sent them away. Now I’m grateful that he did. I would have gone crazy if Chi-chi was at the hospital with me when all that went down.
I step out and find Connor and Declan on the terrace, playing cards with two other men. They’re about my age, give or take a few years. One of them looks familiar, and I think he might be the man from the picture the police showed me while I was in the interrogation room.
Declan looks up and folds his cards when he sees me. He comes into the apartment, grabs my jaw, and tilts my face up so he can kiss me on the lips.
“Good morning, Dina,” he says, eyes lifting at the corners. Mischief dances in them, and I remember how hard he fucked me last night.
“Naughty, naughty boy,” I tell him as he sits on the bar chair while I grab a cup of already-made fresh coffee. Emphasis on already-made and fresh.
Real men take care of their women. I’ve heard of these unicorns, but never believed in them. Until I met Declan.
