Page 30 of Monsters in the Dark

My heart stopped in my chest, and I felt like I was freefalling with no parachute to save me. Declan wasn’t saying sweet things to try to get me in bed, or even trying to convince me that he was a good guy. Instead, he was being brutally honest, and I didn’t know what that said about either of us that we were willingly heading into something that could destroy us both.

My hand twisted around his hardness, the water making it glide like a silky caress, and it was almost enough to make me forget myself, but Cian had taught me better than that. “This doesn’t change anything, Declan,” I told him. “I’m still getting out of here, or else you’re still going to have to kill me to stop me.”

His blue eyes narrowed with a sparkling challenge in them. “Baby, this changes everything.”

Wondering if he really had what it took to be with a person like me, I said, “Prove it.”

Instead of kissing me like I’d been expecting, Declan’s lips found my neck, and his breath was hot as he said, “I’m not going to stop until you’re fucking begging me to.”

A dark shiver ran down my spine, and I was ready for whatever he wanted to dish out. I wanted to experience him, even if this was a bad idea. Declan O’Brien wasn’t the kind of man that could be manipulated with sex, so we were going to be right back where we’d started after this was all said and done, and I knew that I was a liability in his world.

Nevertheless, all of that was forgotten when Declan’s free hand slid down the front of my stomach to finally touch me where I needed it. The rough pads of his fingers slip through my wet folds, making my head drop back, and my entire body tremble with need. Bad boys were the worst things in existence, but that fact never helped while under their power. We were drawn to them like Icarus was hypnotized by the sun, and though the burn was painful, it also made you feel alive.

“Fuck, baby,” he hissed. “I can’t wait to bury my face in your pussy.” He pulled at my pubic hair unexpectedly, making me moan. “I love this shit.”

“Declan…” I moaned, my eyes closing like he had predicted.

“The way that my name falls from those pretty lips of yours makes my dick hard, baby,” he said, two fingers finally sliding inside me. “In fact, every-fucking-thing about you makes my dick hard.”

I was treading on dangerous ground by letting his words worm their way into my head. Most things about me should turn a guy off, not the other way around. I wasn’t a girly-girl, I knew how to gut game, I didn’t care about the latest fashions or makeup trends, and I had no idea how to act like a shy virgin, something that most men got off on. I enjoyed sex, and I wasn’t afraid to go after what I wanted, and Declan seemed to really get off on just how not-normal I was. Believing that he might really like me just the way that I was could really jack me up later down the line.

I let out a deep moan when his fingers pushed in as deeply as they could. I felt full, and though this still felt like a hostile takeover, I no longer cared to put up a fight. If Declan’s fingers felt this good inside me, then I could only imagine what his dick was going to do to me.

“How do you want me?” he asked, making my eyes snap open.

No guy had ever asked me that before.

“Wh…what?”

“What’s your favorite position, baby?” he asked. “What drives you out of your mind for more?”

Answering truthfully, I said, “It depends on the guy.”

Declan’s blue eyes flared, the hand that’d been on my breast now gripping my chin. “Watch yerself, lass.”

With heat spiraling out of control throughout my body, the answer with Declan was an easy one. “I want it like this with you,” I said. “With you looking like you hate me.”

Before I could say anything more, Declan had his hands on my thighs, lifting me to wrap my legs around his waist, and he was none too gentle when he slammed my back against the tile. My entire body vibrated with a desire that I’d never felt before, and his intensity was making it hard to breathe. His blue eyes looked like they were on fire, and every muscle in his arms and chest were rippling under my weight and the water raining down on us.

Declan O’Brien was the hottest man that I’d ever seen.

“If you want me to fuck you like I hate you, then you better remember that you asked for this once it’s all said and done, baby,” he growled.

“Do your worst, Mr. O’Brien,” I panted, not caring whether or not I was going to regret this.

“Fucking Christ,” he hissed right before he rammed his entire length into me, my entire body hitting against the tile with the force of his thrusts, and if his goal had been to make me scream, he’d just succeeded.

“Oh, God…” I cried out as my arms wrapped around his neck to keep myself from falling apart.

Not being able to do anything more, I closed my eyes, then held on as Declan began filling me deep with each thrust of his hips, and though my hand had touched him everywhere, I hadn’t expected his size to impale me as roughly and as thoroughly as it was doing now. I’d never felt so delectably stretched out before, and even in this position, my cervix was taking a beating.

“Fuck, you take my cock like you were made for it,” Declan grunted, and it was hard to argue with him when I was soaking every inch of him, the water doing nothing to wash away my arousal. In fact, the harder that he slammed his cock into me, the wetter I became.

“Declan…oh, God…don’t stop…” I begged, pride a thing of the past.

“Look at me,” he ordered, and when I opened my eyes, his sapphire orbs were putting me under a spell that could only come from pure evil. “You look at me when you’ve got my cock inside you.”

Though it was hard to keep my eyes opened with how good Declan felt all around me, I stared into his burning blue eyes, and the unconventional part of me wondered if this was how he looked when he was ending someone’s life. I wondered just how intense Declan O’Brien could be, and they were dangerous thoughts.

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