Page 18 of All We Want

Ronan grins, his amusement evident. "Well, looks like luck is favoring our little game, binneas."

Aiden's fingers return to their torment on my clit, and Ronan resumes thrusting the gun inside of me. The gun's cold metal, the belt around my throat, the fingers dancing on my clit—all weave together again in a chaotic storm of pleasure and pain.

Declan tightens the belt, his demand echoing in the room. "Who be da buyer, Scarlette?" he growls. Resistance burns within me as I lock gazes with him.

My body responds in ways I can't control. The pleasure builds, pushing me to the edge of climax.

Just as ecstasy is within reach, everything stops again. Ronan and Aiden freeze, denying me the release I crave and I cry out in frustration as it slips away.

Declan's voice cuts through the stillness. "Tell us da name, Scarlette." He loosens the belt, and I gasp for air, whimpering when he looks at Ronan who starts to count slower and more drawn out this time.

Leaning down close to the side of my face Declan breathes into my ear. “No one will know ya told us, we will take care of it so it doesn’a come back on ya. Tell us and da roulette stops and I’ll make ya cum.”

Declan's promise hangs in the air, a tempting offer that cuts through the tension. My breath comes in ragged gasps and my mind races as I weigh the consequences.

As the count gets higher, my resistance wavers. The line between defiance and surrender blurs, and with a shuddering exhale, I give in. "Caleb Stone," I gasp, the admission escaping in a rasp.

Ronan withdraws the gun, leaving me empty, aching, and wanting.

A triumphant grin spreads across Declan's face. "Good girl," he purrs, and with a swift motion, he pulls my body up and flips me over with a strength that momentarily shocks me.

I barely register the motion before he is thrusting his cock into me hard enough that it propels my body forward. But I didn’t move far before the belt snapped back into place, tightening and pulling my body back and cutting off my air again.

Declan let out a deep groan as his fingers trail down my spine, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

The stretch is almost painful, not even having the gun inside me could prepare me for having him filling me up. I was already so sensitive that I could feel him everywhere.

“Fuck, you feel so good, a stór.”

I tried to move myself on his cock, trying to lessen the burn but all I managed was to wiggle a little. And I received a resounding slap to my ass cheek in response. But he doesn’t start fucking me like I want.

Lifting a hand to where the belt is wrapped around my neck, I manage to create some breathing room, enough to rasp out, “You promised to make me cum.”

He chuckled and I could feel his cock twitch inside me in response. “So I did.”

Snapping the belt tight again, he uses it to forcefully lift my upper body back towards him. His other hand comes around my body, his fingers circling my throbbing clit.

I can’t breathe, my hands go to where the belt is cutting off my air and it’s so tight I can’t get my fingers under it. The lack of air is starting to make me lightheaded and at the same time his fingers are moving on my clit. Circling and running it again and again, and I feel like I’m being dragged behind a fast moving vehicle climbing a hill and approaching a cliff.

The lightheaded feeling is getting worse. the edges of my vision getting darker, and I can’t make any sound. The belt is effectively keeping me silent and when Declan lands a hard slap against my over sensitive and throbbing clit, all I can do is scream silently as my body feels like it’s coming apart.

Air rushes back into my lungs as Declan releases the belt. I barely catch myself on my hands when he digs his fingers into my hips and starts fucking me hard, each powerful thrust pushing me further into a frenzy.

I am a whirlwind of sensations—pleasure, pain, and everything in between. My body responds with a twisted kind of eagerness and it takes a moment for my brain to catch up and come back online.

“Wait!”

Declan freezes with a growl, still buried balls deep inside me, his fingers digging even more painfully into my skin. “Make it fuckin quick, a stór.”

Panting I glance back toward him. “Condom, you need a condom. I’m not on birth control.”

The sound that comes from him is almost feral and suddenly I’m being yanked up against him by my hair, his other hand wrapping tightly around my throat. I can feel the possessiveness in his grip on me all the way to my bones.

“That’s da wrong thing to say to us, a stór. We ‘ave wanted ya from the moment ya sauntered dat fine ass out of our foyer after stealin’ from us. All we want is ya between us. And if I have to fuck a baby into ya to keep ya there, then so fuckin’ be it.”

Declan's response is feral, possessive, and utterly unyielding. I don't object. Instead, I feel a possessive hunger of my own, a dark desire that mirrors theirs. I am caught in their web and surrendering myself to them willingly.

His grip on my hair tightens, his fingers digging into my scalp. The pain, the pleasure, and the raw intensity of the moment create a heady feeling that leaves me breathless and wanting.

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