Either way, I was so fucked.
Or about to be.
And there was nothing about the prospect of being fucked by Declan Kelly I disliked.
When his mouth crashed against mine, I melted into him. He didn't ask if he could kiss me like a nice guy might have. Declan wasn't a nice guy. Far from it, even if his public persona suggested otherwise.
After today, I knew he had a softer side, but I strongly suspected very few people saw that part of him. Like Conal, he recognized the broken parts of me and cared enough to want to fix them.
He couldn't fix me, but his words made me feel less alone. Less ugly. Less worthless.
Knowing he wanted me, even though I wasn't a skinny size-zero waif, gave me confidence. Ronan and Conal had both made me feel beautiful before I discovered Ronan had supposedly cheated on me. But I wasn't thinking about that now.
"Fuck, princess," Declan groaned against my lips, his fingers digging into my scalp.
I whimpered softly in response, then louder when his hand dived under the hoodie and found my breast. Since I wasn't wearing a bra, my tits weren't all perky.
Almost immediately, my confidence took a nosedive. What if he hated my tits? They were huge compared to Bridget's small, perky breasts.
"I can hear you spiraling. Stop it right the fuck now!"
I peeked at him to find he was close enough that I could see the gold flecks in his irises. Feel his hot, minty breath ghosting across my lips.
"These," he growled, yanking the hoodie up and pulling it off before I could protest, "Have starred in my fantasies ever since I saw—" He broke off, a guilty look flashing across his face so fast I thought I'd imagined it. He shook his head and focused on my unfettered breasts. "I love your breasts."
"But they're too big and not perky and…"
"They're perfect." Before I could utter any more bullshit, he bent his head and sucked in a pebbled nipple, tugging it with his teeth before laving my hard peak with his hot, wet tongue. I moaned in response. While I sometimes hated my boobs, they were very sensitive, and the sensation of his mouth on them nearly had me coming.
He cupped my flesh reverently, like I was a precious gift he'd waited so long to unwrap. The memory of Anton's scathing comments faded until there was only this fierce man with hisscarred hands and brutal reputation. A man who should have scared me but didn't.
"Please…" I wanted more. Needed more.
"Patience, princess." His hand slid beneath the waistband of my borrowed joggers. I heard his sharp intake of breath when he realized I wasn't wearing any panties.
"Fuck, princess, you're not wearing underwear. Such a bad girl. So fucking wet." A thick finger swiped through my folds, brushing over my clit, before finding my entrance.
"I need you!" He lifted me slightly and pulled the joggers down so my bare pussy sat on his hard dick. Only a thin layer of fabric separated us now.
"Let me make you come before I get inside you, princess. It'll be easier for you that way," he explained.
"Please make me come," I begged. The pressure building in my core was almost painful. Each time he thrust a finger inside me, I clenched around it, desperate for release.
I did my best to swallow my moans as he circled my clit with one hand while sucking my nipple.
"That's it, princess. Take what you need." With a soft cry, I tumbled over the edge, tasting blood when my teeth cut my lip. The orgasm swept through me, blasting all my self-doubt and insecurities away.
Declan wanted me. He thought I was beautiful.
The minute the pleasure shockwaves faded away self-doubt crowded back in. This was a huge mistake. I crossed my arms across my breasts, horribly self-conscious. The light was too bright. Too unforgiving. Far too revealing.
"I should get showered," I began, but Declan growled.
"No. Whatever's going through your head right now, stop it."
His words derailed my meltdown. I peeked at him through my lashes. While I could feel how deliciously hard he still was, pressing against my most sensitive parts, parts of methat continued to throb, it was surely an unavoidable physical reaction to my nudity.
The man didn't want me.
