I want to come again.
I want more.
I want everything he can take from me—and everything he can give.
I want him to take my ass.
He locked the door, I know he did.
But in my head it’s wide open, anyone could walk in, anyone could see us. That thought sends a jolt straight through my core. I grab him, haul myself off the bench, wrap my arms around him, and crush my mouth to his.
Our tongues clash, hungry and reckless.His cock grinds against me, thick and heavy andthere. My God, I want him. I want all of him.
“We’re pretending to be husband and wife,” I breathe against his lips. “So I’m demanding you take me now.”
“That’s my line,” he murmurs, a wicked smile curving his mouth, “but I’m listening, Molly.”
I pull him toward me and kiss him like I want to tear his soul out of his body.
“Take my ass.”
His eyes darken. “You need to be?—”
“Obeyed.”
“Oh,shite.”Declan’s grin is sinful. “You’re one of those modern brides, aren’t you?”
“Damn straight.”
He flips me onto all fours, my stomach braced against the bench, my ass up and spread for him.
Declan’s palm cracks against my bare cheek with sharp, stinging perfection.
A shocked gasp catches in my throat.
He does it again, slower, harder, drawing heat to the surface of my skin.
“Now that,” he murmurs behind me, “is a holy sight. Enough to make the heavens cry.”
My heart jerks, a painful twist I don’t understand.
I see him in the mirror, his gorgeous face carved with lust, almost savage. But his touch is soft as he drags a finger along my soaked slit, then to my tight rim, circling it with wicked promise.
Something inside me trembles. Cracks. Wants.
He’s devastating, too handsome, too intense, too much. His fingers move over me like he already knows every weak spot. And dammit, they’re all weak for him. He slips through my folds, teases my clit, sends every remembered orgasmroaring back to life…and then he pulls away, leaving me shaking.
My gaze flicks toward the door.
It’s…not closed. Or maybe it is.
There’s a shadow, dark and thick, right at the edge.
Or is it in my head?
I don’t know anymore. All I can think about is him.
Declan’s eyes lock with mine in the mirror. “You like the idea of that door being open, don’t you?” he says softly. “The thought of someone catching you. The danger. You’d let me fuck you against a wall in the middle of a turf war, wouldn’t you?” He pauses. “You could be Helen.”
