He finally stops. Licks his fingers in front of her while looking atme, and my entire body flushes.
He hands me his drink. The woman refills mine.
“We’ll try on the dresses,” Declan says casually.
My legs tremble as we head to the big dressing room. The curtain is thick here, the space roomy, a curved chaise in the center. Dresses hang in a curated line.
Declan pulls the curtain closed and kisses me like he’s starving.
I claw at his jacket, his shirt, his belt. My fingersfind his cock, hard through his pants. But before I can stroke it, he grabs me, spins me, and pushes me over the side of the chaise.
“Grip the top, Molly.”
I do, knuckles white.
He pulls my panties down, bites my ass cheek, and tugs the plug free.
“Not here,” I choke out, my entire body buzzing and humming with anticipation.
“You say it like this doesn’t turn you on,” he murmurs.
He strokes his cock, the thick length glistening at the tip. I can’t tear my eyes away. “She can hear,” he says. “Whoever comes in the store can hear. If that doesn’t do it for you, I’ll stop.”
“No.” I shut my eyes. I hate him so much for being right. “No, it… it turns me on. I wish it didn’t, but…it does.”
“Ah, Molly. The devil lives in wishes.” His cock nudges my ass. He leans over me, breath hot against my neck. “Because I wish I didn’t want you with everything I am. You annoy me. You got me arrested.” His voice drops. “And yet I’d kill anyone who tried to take this sweet ass from me.”
He pushes in slowly.
It’s different from the plug. Hotter. Harder. Alive. He stretches me inch by inch, and the burn is beautiful and awful and perfect. I clutch the couch harder, my fingers digging into the fabric. He reaches around, his fingers finding my clit. He rubs it as he moves deeper.
“Harder,” I whisper. “Faster. Come in me. Please.”
“Christ, Molly,” he breathes. “You’re a dangerous lass.”
He starts to thrust. Careful at first. Then rougher as I push back against him, his fingers working a rhythm over my clit. Every stroke hits deep, the pressure building, coiling, tightening.
I come hard, my teeth digging into my lower lip to muffle the sound.
He follows, cock swelling and pulsing, hot spurts filling me. He bites my shoulder to hold his own sound in.
When he withdraws, I feel empty and much too aware of every sensation.
Then he slides the plug back into me and quickly shifts my panties and dress back into place. Declan kisses me again, slow and deep. “Now I own all of you,” he says softly.
Dangerous words.
“For now,” I answer.
“For now,” he echoes, amused.
He straightens. A slip of paper falls from his pocket.
I catch it before he can.
“‘Bang Bang. I’ll shoot you down, Marlowe.’” I read it aloud, heartbeat rocking into a sprint. “Is that for me?”
His expression shutters. “I don’t know. I saw it today.”
