Текст книги "Bang"

Автор книги: E. K. Blair

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This is Declan’s arcane display of his primal need to mark me before sending me back to my husband. He’s possessive and makes no apologies about it.

“Put your fingers in my mouth and then touch yourself,” he instructs and I do, pushing two of my fingers past his lips so he can wet them for me before I slip my hand between us and start rubbing my already slick bundle of nerves.

“Ohh, God,” I exhale.

“That’s it. Make yourself cream all over my cock.”

“Declan . . .”

“Do it,” he commands as he hungrily slams inside of me, hitting me just right that I fall into a suspended reality.

My pussy pulses in waves of pleasure around his cock as I lose my breath in release.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growls as he shoots his hot cum inside of me, claiming me as his. He drops his head to my chest as he begins to slow but still pumping small thrusts inside of me.

I let my head fall back against the wall, and when he looks up at me, his request is clear when he says, “Give it to me,” and I slip my fingers back into his mouth so he can taste my arousal.

When he lowers me back down, holding on to me as I steady myself on my feet, his cum slowly seeps out of me, wetting my panties as I slip them back in place. We don’t speak as we rush to pull ourselves together. I check myself in the mirror, swipe my fingers under my eyes, and then run them through my hair in an attempt to smooth it down. When Declan has his pants back on, he wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses me tenderly under my ear, moving his lips along the delicate skin, telling me, “I love you. So fucking much.”

My heart is racing, not just from the abrupt sex, but also from the fear of knowing Bennett is in the other room. I turn in his arms, slightly out of breath, and soothe him the best that I can before I walk out of here and return to my husband.

“I love you too. If I had my way, I’d hide away with you in here forever.”

He presses his lips into my neck, and then unlocks the door. “You go ahead. Give me a few minutes.”

I run my hand along his jaw, taking in the feel of his whiskers and giving him a soft smile before leaving.

“There you are. I was about to come looking for you,” Bennett says when I walk back to where I had left him.

I walk over to where he sits on the couch and take a seat next to him. “I’m sorry. Just needed a moment.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yes,” I say, and then turn to Cal, who’s sitting with Camilla on the adjacent couch. “I apologize for my uncouth outburst. I don’t know what came over me.”

“No need to apologize. You have a spicy bite to you, nothing wrong with that,” he says and then nods to Camilla, adding, “You should hear this one when she gets a fire under her ass.”

“Calum!” she squeals, slapping his knee as he starts to laugh.

Bennett and I join the amusement in their exchange when Declan walks in. He quickly glances my way, scowling when he sees Bennett’s arm wrapped around me as I’m cuddled up next to him.

“There you are, son. Where the hell have you been?” Cal questions in annoyance.

“Had to take a call,” he answers. “I hate to do this, but I’m going to have to call it a night here. Father, it was good seeing you,” he says as he walks over to say his goodbyes to Cal and Camilla before turning in my direction. Bennett stands to shake Declan’s hand, totally unaware that he was just inside of me. I stand, nervously, next to Bennett, and when the two are finished saying their quick and stale goodbye, Declan takes my hand in his, bringing it up to his lips for a chaste kiss.

“Nina, always a pleasure.”

“Likewise,” I respond as casually as I can, and when he drops my hand, I watch as he turns to leave.

The rest of the evening passes by easily, but I can’t help but wonder about Declan. I shouldn’t be wasting my time worrying about how he’s feeling, but I can’t shake it off. After we leave and get back to the hotel, I pull out my phone and open up the text app that he had installed on my phone while Bennett showers.

Where are you?

His response comes quick.

Out.

His clipped text agitates me, but at the same time hurts me to know I’ve upset him.

I’m so sorry about tonight.

It was my mistake for being there.

I stare at the screen, not sure what I should type next, but it soon vibrates with another message from him.

Are you okay?

No. I miss you.

I miss you too, darling.

When I hear the water to the shower turn off, I quickly type out my next text.

I have to go. I love you though. I need you to know that.

I do know. I love you too.

I shut off my phone after I read his last text and slip it back inside of my purse. When Bennett comes to bed, his hands are all over me. And even though I was just with Declan, I don’t deny Bennett. So as we have sex, I numb myself to him. I act out the motions as I always do, but inside, I turn every part of me off. The only thought I allow to float through my head is one that brings me a dark sense of satisfaction, knowing that this man I hate so much has his dick covered in another man’s cum as he fucks me.

“NOT MY FACE this time.”

“Why?”

“Because Bennett will be back in a week. I can’t have any leftover bruises that are on my face,” I tell Pike.

“Okay, yeah. Your back then?”

With a nod, I nervously agree.

“You scared?” he asks.

“A little. My face hurt for a couple days after what we did. I’m okay though,” I tell him. “Just do it.” I turn away from Pike and tense up, waiting for the blow, but I’m greeted first by his caring touch as he runs his hands soothingly up and down my arms. But the waiting is just causing my anxiety to escalate. “Please, Pike. Now.”

The knuckles of his fist hammer into me along my shoulder blade in a puncture of violent pain that shoots down the length of my arm. The force of the blow knocks me forward, and I fall to my knees, catching myself on my hands as I cringe against the pain.

Pike quickly instructs, “On your side,” I immediately lie down when he strikes again.

“Ooow!” I scream as he kicks his booted foot into the same shoulder blade, followed by another excruciating blow, and then another. “PIKE!” I shriek in utter agony as I arch my back and roll on the floor, heaving through my breathless cries.

Pike drops beside me and brushes the hair away from my face as I writhe against the throbbing pain. He scoops me into his lap and holds me firmly against him while he whispers in my ear, “Just breathe. Calm down and just breathe,” over and over as he rocks me in a lulling sway.

“It hurts to breathe,” I strain. It hurts to talk too, like someone is stepping on my lungs.

“Talk to me.”

“There’s so much pressure in my chest and back.”

He picks me up off the floor and carries me in his arms to his bed where he lays me down on my back.

“Take slow, deep breaths, okay?” he says, and I try to steady my trembling breathing into smooth inhales and exhales. “That’s it. Just try to relax.”

I lie here for quite a while until the pain starts to dull into a continuous heated ache. After I take a few Tylenol, I shift to my side, bringing my shoulder off the bed to relieve some of the pressure. Pike spoons in behind me and lifts my top to bare my shoulder.

“Fuck,” he murmurs.

“What?”

“This looks really bad.”

“That’s the point, right?” I groan.

“Yeah,” he says. “This just already looks nasty.”

He gently plants a few kisses around my back where I hurt, and then drags his hand over my side and up my stomach. I push his hand away when he runs it over my breast.

“Not tonight,” I tell him.

“What’s going on?” he questions. I never turn down sex with Pike. It’s always been something I’ve needed. He’s my painkiller, taking away the ick in me, but for some reason, I don’t feel like I need it this time.

“I don’t know,” I tell him honestly. “I just . . . I’m okay. I don’t know why I feel this way, but I do.”

“Come here,” he says as he gently helps me roll over to face him. “What’s going on?”

I see the confusion in him, but I feel it too. I’ve always been transparent with Pike, so I shrug and try to explain, “I don’t know. Everything has just been so crazy lately. Maybe I’m just distracted, but I feel like I’m okay to not have sex with you right now.”

“Are you sure? Because I worry about you. This worries me about you.”

“I’m okay,” I try to assure him.

“You’ve always needed me.”

“I still need you, Pike. I’m always going to need you,” I tell him and then give him a kiss.

We both linger in it for a moment before he pulls back and asks, “So how much longer do you think?”

“He’s pretty firm on having me to himself,” I explain. “He despises Bennett, so I don’t think this will stretch out too long. It’s hard to say though, but he’s really intense. I think if he’s triggered at just the right moment, he would snap.”

“So you think he has it in him to kill Bennett?”

Swallowing hard, I think about what I know about Declan and answer honestly, “Yeah.” But the thought makes my gut twist, knowing that I’m about to ruin this man’s life by luring him into becoming a murderer. Pike and I always agreed from the start that we would make sure the blame lies elsewhere. It’s the only way to ensure we remain safe and can move on to our new life of wealth and satisfaction. With Bennett alone, this was so easy, but now having Declan involved has made it a little difficult for me to keep my focus.

IT’S BEEN HALF an hour since Declan went up to the rooftop deck. When I got here and he was helping me take my coat off, I flinched in pain. He’d demanded to see my back and when I showed him the black and purple bruises that cover most of my upper back, he lost his shit. I’ve never seen him so furious before. He then apologized and said he needed some space to calm down. He grabbed his coat and went up to his private deck and has been there ever since, leaving me here on his couch waiting for him. But the temperatures are in the negatives, and I’m worried.

I go ahead and shrug my coat on before walking up the stairs to the door that leads outside. I spot him through the window, sitting on one of the wicker chairs. He has his face hidden in his hands, leaning over with his elbows resting on his knees as the snow falls over him.

I feel like shit.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Pull your shit together; you’ve got a job to do.

My guilty conscience doesn’t abate. I care about Declan, and I don’t want to hurt him, but I have to. I have to make him feel this to drive him to kill Bennett. I just wasn’t prepared to feel this way. When I notice his shivering hands, I open the door and walk over to him. He doesn’t move as I kneel down in front of him, bracing my hands on his knees.

“Declan.” My voice is soft as I speak to him. “It’s freezing out here. You’re going to make yourself sick.”

He lifts his head and moves his hands to my face. “I’m already sick. Seeing what he did to you was all it took.”

“Don’t let him ruin our time together,” I tell him and then stand up, taking his hands in mine. “Come inside with me.”

We go back in and head downstairs to his bedroom. Declan doesn’t speak as he walks into his closet to strip out of his cold, damp clothes and returns to me wearing nothing but long pajama bottoms. He lies down on the bed, slipping under the covers.

“Take your clothes off and come to me,” he says.

I stand in front of him as he watches me undress. The expression on his face is difficult to read as I drop my clothes to the floor. When I slip my panties off, I pull the sheets back and crawl in next to him.

We hold each other close, his body freezing against my warm skin.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs into my hair while his deft hands roam over my naked body.

The need to comfort him is strong, so I wrap myself around him to warm him up. When he shifts me on top of him, I lay my chest against his, skin against skin, and he’s instantly hard. Without thinking, our bodies begin to slowly move together, and I lift my head to kiss him. I want to take his pain away. The pain I inflicted. His soft lips feather against mine in light brushing kisses—sensual kisses—taking our time to simply feel each other.

He lifts my head with his hands, and I look down into the honesty of his green eyes. He doesn’t say anything—he doesn’t even need to—I can hear him clearly in the solitude of silence between us. He really does love me. I nod my head, letting him know that I know his thoughts, that I’m here with him.

The way he’s touching me right now and with the stillness of the room, it would be so easy for me to escape, but I don’t want to. I want to be here. Be in the moment—with him. I let myself drift to a place I’ve never been. Lost in Declan as he sits up and gently nips the bud of my nipple, hardening it to a peak before moving to the next to show the same loving attention. He savors me, and I like it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers over my breasts.

Gripping fistfuls of his hair in my hands, I hold him close to me while he lifts his hips and shifts his pants down, and I don’t even want to wait. I rise up on my knees as he holds himself beneath me and descend down over heat of his rock hard cock. Our moans blend as he fills me completely, his arms banded around my waist, hugging me, his cheek to my breast.

Neither one of us moves for a while as we hold each other, and when he eventually loosens his arms, he lays back and looks up at me. “I want to watch you take me.”

Declan, giving up control and handing it over to me. So with his words, I slowly rise up along his cock, and when I feel the ridge of the tip slip out, I take my time and fall back down over him, sucking him inside of my warmth. It’s like my body just naturally craves him, needing him. I place my hands on his chest and continue to work the length of him while he watches me. He runs his hands up my thighs and over my stomach to my tits, handling me gently, caressing me.

I move my hands to his wrists and hold on to them as my eyes fall shut. I’ve never felt this with any other man. But it’s not just now in this moment, it’s every single time I’m with him. He always has a way of keeping me connected to him, never allowing my mind to drift, never allowing my body to go numb. I used to fight for that with him. But now? Now I don’t even try.

Declan begins to move his hips beneath me, our bodies so in sync. There’s a pressure in my chest, a foreign ache inside of me, and it begins to swell. My emotions swarm in confusion. Questions fill my head; each of them hitting the softest parts of me, parts I’m just now realizing exist within me.

Why doesn’t this feel dirty?

Why am I not trying to escape?

Why do I let him see the weak in me?

Why do I hurt?

Why am I suddenly doubting everything I thought I knew?

Why can’t I breathe?

And when my eyes open, I feel everything I never thought I was worthy of.

I love him.

A hard hit to my heart and I feel like I’m choking.

I really love him.

I see it, a shooting star above, exploding into a million flittering pieces of diamond dust. Shimmering flecks trickling over me, and when I look down, I see them landing on Declan’s golden chest. A splattering of crystals, each holding their own prism of sparkles as they glitter against his skin, and then he reaches his hand up to my cheek. Still holding on to his wrists, he wipes my damp cheek.

“Baby,” he whispers, but I don’t speak. The ache in my chest is too restricting. We don’t stop moving as my tears continue to drop to his chest. And when it becomes too much, the realization that I’m falling in love with the one person I should have remained disconnected from, I choke out a painful sob.

Declan quickly pulls me down to him and I break, weeping into his neck as he hugs me against him. This has never felt okay—exposing this vulnerability that has always hidden itself inside of me—but until Declan, I never felt safe enough to expose it. I’ve always been safe with him. How could I’ve been so blind to not see what’s been happening between us?

He’s still deep inside of me, but we’re no longer moving as he pets me. His hands gently running the length of my back, his fingers combing through my hair, while I find myself completely overcome with emotions I’ve never felt before. A deep connection with someone I should have kept at a distance, but somehow, he found his way inside of me.

“Talk to me,” he says, and I slightly lift my head to look at him when I say the words I’ve said so many times, but this time, I truly mean them.

“I love you, Declan.”

“I know, darling.”

Dropping my forehead to his, I run my hand along his stubbled jaw, needing the soothing prickles against my hand. “I mean . . . I really love you.”

My confession causes his heart to pick up. I can feel it pounding against my chest. He kisses me slow and deep, tasting me, before he pulls back to speak. “This is what I’ve been waiting for.”

“What?”

Sliding his hand between our bodies, he presses it against my chest, over my rapidly beating heart. “This.”

“You have it. It’s been yours.”

“I haven’t truly felt it until right now,” he says, and then I move my hand between us and rest it over his heart as well. It thumps into my palm as he tells me, “All I want is you. I’ll do whatever it takes, but I need you to know that you’re completely safe with me. I’ll never hurt you; I only want to love you.”

Knowing the web of lies I’ve created, I know that this will never come forth to culmination with him the way I want it to. I’ve created a hopeless situation in a place I never expected to find hope. But I did, and it rests inside of this man—a man I’ve allowed my heart to fall for. The realness is too much, knowing that all I’ll come out of this with is all I’ve ever had—the heartbreak of life’s cruel hand. And yet I don’t want to fight it anymore, because I feel the same way he does.

He carefully rolls me onto my back and pushes himself deep inside of me, being gentle to not hurt my bruised back.

“Tell me you feel that,” he says as he looks down at me and I nod. He pulls back, sliding his thick cock out of me before thrusting inside of me even deeper. “Tell me you feel how much I love you.”

“I feel it.”

He continues to fuck me with a powerful, slow force, each penetration going deeper and deeper. I grab on to his arms for support, his muscles flexing as his body tenses up with every intense stroke of our bare flesh as my body begins to climb with his.

When the heat ripples through me, I begin to shudder beneath him. He drops his head to mine, his cock grows even harder, thickening inside of me, pressing against my walls as they begin to constrict around his shaft, and I come hard.

“Oh, fuck,” he growls, losing control of himself as he pounds into me.

My moans grow louder with each pulse of sheer euphoria that shoots through me. I wrap my legs around his hips, clamping my pussy around him, milking his cock, craving every drop of his sperm that fills me up. I’ve never felt so loved, but it consumes me in this moment as I surrender everything that I am and hand it over to Declan. I need him to spread his feral scent all over me as he takes me as his to do with as he likes, because I want to be a part of him.

He pins his eyes on me, and I know he can see the hunger in me when he starts fucking me even harder, refusing to stop even though he just came. His pupils are dilated black, flaring in possessive need when he hisses, “You’re mine.”

“Yes.”

Thrust. Thrust.

“I own you.”

Thrust.

“Completely,” I breathe in submission.

Thrust.

“My property.”

Thrust.

“Yes,” I mewl in ecstasy as I come again, spiraling away into shrills of sensuous pleasure. He’s a beast on top of me, and when he spreads my legs wide open, pressing my knees into the mattress, he slams his hips down, burying his cock inside of me to the root. With a carnal groan, I feel a warm stream of fluid flood inside of me and spill out between our connected bodies.

“Declan,” I release on a faint breath—shocked as he fills me with his urine—claiming and marking me as his in the most animalistic way.

He releases my knees and quickly slips his arms under my back, holding me close before rolling us to our sides. My breathing is staggered as we stare at each other. Maybe I should be disgusted by what he just did, considering the things Carl used to do to me, but I’m not. I’m safe—safe enough to hand myself over to him entirely and know that he will take care of me—never hurt me. I love him, and I feel this intrinsic need to be as intimately close to him as I can possibly get.

“You belong to me,” he eventually says as our bodies calm down, still connected, and bathed in his scent.

“Yes.”

He threads his fingers through my hair, asking, “Your back? Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head slightly, responding, “You settled me. Everything you want from me is exactly what I want to give you. You don’t even have to take it. Just have it because it’s yours.” I give my sincere words and watch as he digests them. His face softens peacefully, and when it does, I take his lips in the most loving kiss I’ve ever given.

Without selfishness.

Without expectations.

Without malicious undertones.

I give him the purest piece of my heart that I have remaining and hand it over in the most honest way I can despite all the evil that surrounds me. In this moment of time that I have with him, I want to love him and give him the best parts of me I can find. I want to feel this—the part of life that’s good, the part of life I never thought I’d feel. I want to give every last bit of what I’m feeling right now to Declan because somehow, in some magical way, he makes life feel like it’s worth living.