And he swings me up into his arms and crosses the threshold, sending everything into a spiral inside me. I’m flying, falling, soaring.
“Put me down,” I whisper. But I really don’t want him to.
“No.” He kicks the door shut and dumps me on the sofa, pulling off his tie and half climbing on top of me. He leans in and brushes my mouth with his.
My lips cling to him, even as I try to push him away. He’s the enemy in deep with my mom as her spy, and yet my need for him is insatiable. It’s like his essence has seeped into my DNA.
So I kiss him, the brushing of lips morphing into something more. So much more. There’s a part of me that wants to goad him into fucking me again, and at the same time, I want to send him spinning across the room, singed by my biting rejection.
“I can’t tell if you want me, Molly girl, or if you’re trying like hell to fight me. And the thing is we both know you can fight me all you want but you’ll never win that battle.”
“I hate you.”
He kisses my chin, my throat, sucking on my artery as I grab his shirt in my fist.
“Yeah,” he says, eyes glittering as he raises his head and looks at me. “I know. Two-way street that. Just like the desire. And that’s why you won’t win. Hate me, fight me, but you’ll lose because you want me.”
“Gobshite.”
He smiles at my use of the word, his hand slipping under my shirt, then up to toy with my breasts over the Lycrabodysuit. Each brush of his fingers sends sizzling desire rushing through my every cell.
He stops, his fingers creeping lower to skim my leotard. They dip beneath my sweats to rub between my thighs, his thumb whispering over my clit. He pinches it lightly and I squeal.
Declan looks at me. “I’d gag you again. There’s a lot of fun to be had with light bondage and keeping you quiet, but it also cuts me off from the pleasure your mouth can give me.”
He runs the edges of his silk tie over my pussy lips, the tickle an almost unbearable tease.
“So, I think I’ll do this instead.” He sweeps up my arms, tying my hands together with it, and then pushes them above my head before sinking down to kiss me long and slow.
I’m on fire, my skin, my blood, my bones. Every bit of me. Everything buzzes and sings and I want him inside of me.
It doesn’t matter that I said last night was it. I want this. Whenever I can get it.
He’s a conundrum, and I know everything seemingly nice he’s done is to manipulate me into a place where I’m his prisoner. One Mom doesn’t have to think about anymore.
But right now, I don’t care.
I turn my head, breaking the kiss. I try to raise my knee at him, but he moves fast, pushing my leg down and leaping out of the way of it. “Naughty brat.”
“Fucker.”
His eyebrows shoot up at the snarl in my voice. “Molly, Molly, Molly. Attitude.”
“I’ll show you attitude,” I shoot back.
“I wish you would. Preferably attitude with you on your knees and my dick in your mouth.”
“Never again.”
He laughs. “Neversay never.”
Declan makes no move toward me, in fact, he’s looking at the window, like there’s something more fascinating out there.
Fury burns hot, and I swing around, placing my feet on the floor. I try to bite the tie free but it’s too tight.
I charge him and he moves. “What thefuck?”
He walks to the window, fixated on something outside, so I follow.
