Page 42 of Monsters in the Dark

“We’ll tell them that you’re my girlfriend, and that we were roleplaying,” I answered.

Keavy looked at me like I was stupid. “No one in their right mind is going to believe that I’m your girlfriend, Declan.”

I scowled. “Why not?”

“Because you’re Declan O’Brien,” she replied simply. “When have you ever been known to have a serious girlfriend?”

Stepping back to her, I said, “We’ll just tell them that we don’t broadcast it because I have enemies.”

Keavy ran her hands down her face. “I don’t like this,” she said, eyeing me again. “This wasn’t what we planned, and it reeks of carelessness, Declan. Plus, I’m not about to have a foursome just to establish an alibi for a plan that you fucked up.”

I grabbed her by the chin, then squeezed. “Ye wonna eva’ have a foursome fer any feckin’ reason, lass.”

Those emerald orbs of hers glittered with a challenge if I’d ever seen one. “Is that so?”

My hands automatically went to her hips, then after lifting her to place her on the bathroom counter, I stepped in between her spread legs, and she didn’t stop me, which was always going to be a problem with this woman. Keavy Collins was as reckless as they came, and she didn’t know when to back down, even when it was for her own good. She really had no concept of self-preservation, so that left me little choice but to put a guard on her once I made it clear that I was keeping her. Though she should already suspect as much, something told me that the woman was in denial, chalking up my possessiveness to bedroom talk.

Little did she know…

Reaching in between her thighs, I yanked on her lace panties, the flimsy things useless, which had been the point. With my fingers spreading those pretty pink lips apart, I said, “This is mine, Keavy.” Her chin went up, and my dick was hard as fuck at the thought of putting her in her place. “This tight cunt of yours belongs to me. In fact, after last night, every fucking inch of you belongs to me.” I brought my other hand up to wrap around her neck. “I thought I was rather clear about that, baby.”

“Every female over the age of fifteen knows better than to believe anything a man says when his dick is out, Declan,” she replied coolly. “Besides, we had a deal.”

Ignoring the deal part, I said, “My dick’s not out right now.”

Being the fucking nightmare that she was, Keavy’s right hand reached down until she was palming my erection through my jeans. “Semantics.”

“You said that I needed to make you mine in order to have a say,” I reminded her. “Well, I made you mine last night.”

With her green gaze pinned to my face, she said, “You tried making me yours last night. Who said that you succeeded?”

Two little sentences, and I’d never been so fucking livid in all my life.

Stepping back, I grabbed her hips again, then flung her around to face the mirror. As I pressed her face up against the reflective glass, I used my other hand to free my dick, then after flipping her non-existent dress up over her ass, I ripped the rest of her panties off her body. My hands were shaking so badly from the anger coursing through my body that it was a miracle that I could function.

I kicked her legs open, then slammed into her without any preparation, something that I was going to have to apologize for later. Right now, I was too consumed with trying to prove a point, and her screams didn’t do anything but make my dick harder. Now, while I preferred privacy where Keavy was concerned, I was too pissed to care that Noah and whatever that woman’s name was could hear us. In fact, with Keavy denying me the way that she was, I wanted the whole fucking building to hear the way that she came on my cock.

“If ye think Imma no’ in this fer real, then yer mistaken, lass,” I growled as her hands gripped the counter, trying to hold on. “This cunt is mine. It’s feckin’ mine.”

Keavy let out a low whimper as she started creaming all over my dick, my thrusts gliding in and out of her pussy smoothly now that she was wet. However, her stubborn whimpers weren’t good enough for me right now. I wanted her to scream my name out, not caring who could hear her getting fucked by my fat cock.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I yanked her head back, forcing her to face our reflections in the mirror. Removing my other hand from her hip, I grabbed the strap of her dress, then ripped it off her shoulder, the sound of tearing fabric competing with her moans. She was looking at me through the mirror, and I’d never seen a more beautiful woman getting fucked like a slut in all my life. Keavy looked wicked and wild, and if I wasn’t already in love with her, then I was close to it.

Palming her bare tit with my free hand, I pulled on her hair until my breath raced down her neck. “Say my feckin’ name,” I ordered.

Her pussy tightened around my dick as she choked out my name. “Declan…”

“Inna hear ye, Ke’vy,” I bit out as I slammed into her harder and deeper, driving every inch that I could inside her.

“Declan…” she moaned, but not as loud as I wanted.

“Say my feckin’ name,” I demanded more harshly. “Inna let ye cum if ye don’t.”

“Christ…” she whimpered.

“Nah, lass,” I taunted. “Declan.”

When she didn’t obey me fast enough for my liking, I let go of her hair, then reached down to place her left leg over the edge of the counter, opening her up some more. Keavy’s hands slapped against the granite, and when I reached between her legs to slide two of my fingers alongside my cock, her cries were like music to my fucking ears.

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