“You’re going to get my pajamas wet,” I whisper as he looks down at me as if he wants to kiss me.
“What are you going to do about it?” His nostrils flare. I think… I think the violence excited him.
I lift his brother’s gun and press it under Declan’s chin.
He hisses and wraps his hands around my throat, squeezing until my breathing is cut off. Is he daring me to pull the trigger?
I nudge his chin.
He doesn’t let up, and my vision blurs. I lower my hand.
The moment I do that, Declan lifts the gun back up against his chin. “Do it.”
“No,” I gasp, feeding my lungs much-needed air.
“Do it, Dina. My decision to walk away from you the first time was based on logic and compassion for you and what you stand for compared to who I am. Do it, or everything that is ugly in my world will consume you until you don’t know where I end and you begin. If you don’t pull the trigger, you will end up hating me for what I want to do with you.” He shakes his head. “I’m so into you. I’m so fucking into you. You hit me, literally, and I haven’t recovered since. But I’m trying to stay away. I am, because I know what I bring to the table. My dad’s sick need for control. I bring the world he lived in. The world I also live in. I bring death.” He lowers his voice, “So much death.”
When I don’t respond, he shouts, “Why won’t you shoot me?!”
I slap him. Not hard, but hopefully hard enough to throw him off this train of thought.
I can tell it does the trick because Declan sits me on the counter and lifts my legs up by my ankles. Without warning, he spanks me. Once, twice, three times. I bite down on my forearm so I don’t scream because I don’t want Connor to hear us.
Declan pauses and looks at my bottom. I’m a size fourteen, so my bottom isn’t small, and there’s cellulite on my thighs. The light in the bathroom is on, and I’m embarrassed. I wish I was confident about my body at any size, but I’m not. It doesn’t help that Declan is much younger than I am and accustomed to naked women who haven’t birthed a child or stress eaten their way into their thirties.
Or maybe I’m overthinking this. Maybe I’m just a girl wondering if this boy likes what he sees.
Declan’s gaze climbs from my bottom up my body and finally to my face. In the lights, his eyes almost twinkle. “My handprint on your ass looks nice. Did I hear you say you wanted more?”
I cover my eyes because I’m so embarrassed. “Yes, please.”
He spanks me hard a couple of times. Tears sting my eyes. I’ve never been into pain, but I’m into pain the way Declan dishes it out with a firm hand.
He strokes my heated ass cheek. “More?”
I shake my head. Thinking he’s done, I wipe a stray tear from the corner of my eye. “Thanks.”
“Welcome. But I’m not done yet.” A finger traces my pussy.
“Oh my God.” I bite my lip because that little touch almost made me come. This is embarrassing. I’m humiliated. I cover my face again.
Declan traces my entrance, his long finger swiping down, then back up, down, up again. “You liked it. Look how wet you are.” He licks me.
I gasp and hold my breath.
Declan licks again, sucks my clit, and flicks it with his tongue. Up on the counter, I spread my legs wider and rest a heel over his shoulder and let him eat me out. I can hardly believe what we’re doing in the bathroom when minutes ago, he asked me to shoot him.
That’s probably what turned him on so much, because he’s eating me out like a man who’s never had a better meal. With his whole face, chin, nose, mouth, tongue, lips, and even his teeth. When he slides in his long finger, I take all of two seconds to come.
My legs twitch, and he holds them and keeps at it until I’m a wriggling mess, begging him to stop.
Normally, I watch TV and sleep. Despite the crazy evening, tonight will be no different. Maybe a little. Declan Crossbowmade me come in his mouth. Twice. Before he tucked me into his dead father’s bed.
Chapter 24
It happened
Dina
