Page 29 of Vengeful Vows

I’m going to come again, and soon, but then Declan slips his fingers out of me.

I whine, “Wait.” I’m breathing hard.

“Poor baby,” he croons. “Can’t think of anything but coming on my fingers?”

He’s right, but I don’t want to say it. Instead, I shut my mouth, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Maybe one more,” he teases, and then he rams three fingers into me, making me arch my back and close my eyes, seeing spots of light beneath my closed lids. I’m catapulted into my second orgasm, bucking my hips and crying out Declan’s name.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “You look so pretty when you come.”

He strokes my hair with one hand as he slowly pulls his fingers out of me, and I whimper at the loss, feeling empty.

“Don’t worry, princess.” His tone is low. “We’re just getting ready for the main event.”

Declan pushes down his boxer briefs, freeing his thick, long length, and covers me with his body. My mouth is all-but watering as I look down at him, and I impatiently wrap a hand around him, guiding him into me.

Declan hisses in a breath, chuckling as he rolls his hips, thrusting deeper into me.

I gasp in a breath, already so sensitive from my other orgasms.

“God, I’m going to come so soon,” I whisper, and Declan grits his teeth, thrusting into me in a steady rhythm.

“Me, too.” His voice is strained. “Watching you like that... it drove me crazy.”

“Yeah?” I ask breathlessly, rolling my hips up to meet his thrusts.

“Yeah,” he says. “You don’t know how beautiful you are.”

It feels good, being praised by him, and my body is alight with pleasure.

It’s only a few more thrusts before I come again, nearly screaming and digging my nails into his shoulders.

Declan gasps and moans, pumping into me deeply before pulsing and spilling inside me.

He kisses along the side of my face as we pant and try to catch our breath. It’s oddly sweet, and part of me wants to push him away.

He’s not as bad as I thought. Maybe he’s not such a bad man, but I’m still a prisoner here. He is still the enemy.

Even if I don’t mind, and maybe even want, the sex between us, I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be married to him. I want to be free to make my own choices.

When Declan pulls out of me, I assume he’ll go straight for the shower, but he doesn’t, plopping down next to me, staring up at the ceiling.

I tremble, cold, and next thing I know, he’s pulling up the covers around me to tuck me in.

“Maybe we should talk,” he murmurs, close to my ear, kissing my temple.

I stiffen. “Talk about what?”

Declan shrugs. “I don’t know. Get to know each other. Not like either of us wanted this, but we’re stuck, aren’t we?”

“Stuck.” My tone’s flat. “I guess. What do you want to know?”

“You don’t have siblings, right?”

“I have a brother, Rory... But he’s been estranged for years now. Could hardly wait until he was eighteen to leave the family business behind. So, it was me and my dad after my mother left, and my dad never wanted anyone else.”

Declan snorts.

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