Page 29 of Monsters in the Dark

“Oh, baby, that’s where you’re wrong,” I said as my hand reached out, the loofah in my hand gliding across her left shoulder. “I’m going to make you feel so good that it’ll be impossible for you to keep your eyes open unless I command it.”

Keavy’s back straightened at that, and it really was hard not to be impressed by her. “If you think that you’ll ever command me to do anything, then you’re very mistaken, Mr. O’Brien,” she said silkily. “If I do something, it’s because I want to do it. It most definitely won’t be because you’re calling the shots.”

My other hand snaked out, then grabbing a handful of her wet hair, I yanked her head back, forcing her to look at me. “Do you want to test that?”

The stubborn woman arched a brow, her eyes glowing like fiery emeralds with her wet lashes. “I thought you didn’t need me for this? What happened to your bed never being cold?”

“Careful,” I cooed. “Someone could mistake your snide comments for jealousy.”

She smirked seductively, and I was going to lose this game if I didn’t put her in her place soon. “Well, considering how your men ruined my night with Kenneth Swanson, I think that we can both agree that my bed isn’t cold at night, either. If it is, it’s because I want it to be.”

“Mention his name to me again and see what happens,” I warned, still smarting from the fact that she’d gone home with the sonofabitch.

“Now who sounds jealous?” she mocked.

I ran the loofah over her right tit, my hands itching to feel her bare skin, but knowing better than to touch her without her explicit permission. “I never said that I wasn’t,” I pointed out.

Her eyes flared with surprise, and I wanted to capture that split second of authenticity in my hands. I wanted to hold her raw reactions close to my chest, and I wanted to see the real Keavy Collins as she fell apart in my arms.

“Declan, what are you doing?” she asked, her voice low, husky, and fucking me up.

“Probably signing my own death warrant, but I don’t care,” I told her truthfully. “Right now, I give two fucks if you end up tearing me apart.”

“Don’t say things that you don’t mean,” she said, making me even more curious about her.

“Who says that I don’t mean it?”

“What happened to self-preservation?” she asked, her voice falling low enough to make heat race down my spine.

“It’s overrated,” I said, letting the loofah finally drop from my hand.

“Declan-”

“Give me permission, Keavy,” I ordered. “Give me permission, and I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, baby. I’ll make you beg for my dick like a cock-starved whore, and I swear that you’ll love every fucking second of it.”

Keavy let out a small whimper, and that’s when I knew that I’d won.

Two seconds later, she proved it by saying, “Yes…”

Chapter 18

Keavy~

While we were both making the worst mistake of our lives, Declan O’Brien still wanted me, even after seeing the real me. Even after seeing that I wasn’t like other women, he was still hard for me, wanting me in a way that I’d never thought possible, and that was really doing a number on me.

Throughout our time together, Cian had taught me so many things, but one of the most important had been to know my worth and never let anyone lower my value as a human being. He’d known that he’d been raising me to be different, and he’d also known that different was often ridiculed and shunned out of fear or ignorance, but he’d been insistent that I always remain true to myself, and I’d honestly believed that no man would ever really want me for more than a one-night stand because of how different I’d been and still was.

However, Declan wanted me.

He wanted me, and that was such a treacherous fucking thing.

“I hope you know that I’m going to do my best to ruin you,” he warned as his large hand finally cupped my right breast, his palm rough and warm on my wet skin.

Refusing to be the only one to go down with this sinking ship, my left hand reached out, and Declan let out a delicious hiss as my hand wrapped around his thick length, my fingers not touching, making my entire body come alive like a dangerous fire. He was hot in my hand, and no amount of water would be enough to wash away my arousal.

Looking up into his dark blue eyes, I asked, “What if it ends up being me that ruins you?”

Declan let go of my hair, and my chest started heaving as his hand came around to cup the side of my face, his other hand massaging my breast expertly. “Baby, you could tear me apart with your bare hands at this point, and I’d let you.”

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