Page 81 of Vengeful Vows

“Want you loud for me. Let the world know who’s fucking you this good.”

“Oh, god,” I gasp. “You are, Declan. Declan!” I yell his name when I start to come, and he groans, dropping my hair and taking hold of my hips to brutally thrust into me.

God, I love it when he’s like this, when he’s rough and fast and dirty, and I cry out when I start to come again.

He stills inside of me when he comes, and I don’t want him to pull out.

I thrust back against him, and he chuckles.

“Not done yet, princess?”

“Want to come again,” I whimper. “Just one more, Declan, please.”

Declan huffs out a breath.

“Greedy, slutty baby,” he croons, and his words make my stomach clench with need.

“Only for you,” I tell him, rocking my hips back against him as he starts to move again.

Declan reaches around us to finger my clit, and I come again almost immediately, stars appearing behind my eyes.

He slowly pulls out of me, and I whine, collapsing on the floor.

He chuckles. “Look at you.”

I roll over, hiding my face in my hands, but he takes them away.

“You look gorgeous all fucked out,” he whispers, and I moan softly as the aftershocks of my orgasms rush through me.

“Let’s go take a shower,” he suggests, smiling softly and helping me up.

I stumble on shaky legs, but we manage to make our way to the bedroom and then the shower.

I pull the dress off, feeling sore in the most delicious way, but for some reason, I’m almost embarrassed.

I’ve had some hot sex with Declan, but I’ve never been that wanton about wanting it.

He doesn’t seem ashamed or disgusted, though, smiling and helping me wash my hair as his half-erection bounces against my hip.

Soon, he’s taking me again in the shower, bending me over in front of him and holding one leg up on his good side.

I come another time before he’s finished, and he kisses along the back of my neck, showering me off again.

“I’d be able to hate you a lot more if the sex wasn’t so good,” I tell him after we’re out of the shower and he’s brushing my hair.

It’s become sort of a tradition for us, the hair brushing. It makes me feel safe and loved in a way I’ve never felt, so I don’t complain.

Declan snorts out a laugh. “Ain’t that the truth.”

It dawns on me when he sets the brush down and plops down in bed, his hair falling over his blue eyes as he watches me fondly.

I really am in love with him.

It’s not just that I’m falling or that I’m developing feelings—I've actually fallen in love with him. And it’s not Stockholm syndrome like I thought before, it can’t be. It’s more like... he saved me. He saved me from a monster I didn’t even know was imprisoning me.

Declan is my knight in shining armor and for the longest time, I thought he was my warden.

I swallow hard.

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