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“I am absolutely not interested in fucking any of you,” I vehemently declare as Declan crosses the room to me.

“Good.” He wraps his arms around me andpulls me possessively tightly as his teeth sink into the crook of my neck withenoughforce that I yelp. He kisses over the mark he left, his tongue caressing it to soothe the sharp pain. With his lips still pressed to my skin, his words vibrate against me when he says, “Because I’m a possessive fuck. I don’t share my wife, not even with my brothers.”

Conor taunts, “I mean, technically, she’s not your wife yet.”

“He isn’t wrong,” I tease, immediately regretting the words when Declan nips at my neck again.

“We’re going to rectify that,” he growls. “I’ll make a call, and we can be married on the beach by the end of the night.”

“Declan Cathal Evans,” I admonish, causing his brothers to snicker at the use of his full name. Snapping around in my chair. “Yourmamwould roll over in her grave over you even contemplating getting married anywhere but inside a church. And being that this is the only time I am getting married, I would prefer it not be on our backyard beach in shorts solely so your brothers can’t fuck me.”

“I don’t appreciate the sass,mochéadsearc. I’ll let it slide because I can’t argue.Mamwould come back from the grave to haunt me, and youdo deservethe wedding you’ve always desired. You can have whatever you want as long as you plan it by Saturday.” Gripping my chin, he places a kiss against my lips. When he pulls back, he doesn’t relinquish his hold as he speaks against my ear, the volume just loud enough that everyone else can hear him. “I’ll wait, but know that I’m going to spend thenext three days thoroughly reminding you that you are mine. And only fucking mine.”

I’ve always known that Declan was overly protective, but as he breathes his words against my ear, I see just how deep his jealousy runs. He’s possessive as hell, and I like it.

No…I fucking love it.

My pussy flutters, and my panties are getting damper with every passing word of his promise—or is it a threat?—as he continues to whisper, “Not a minute will pass that you aren’t full of my cock or dripping my cum out of that tight little cunt nestled between your thighs. Understood?”

A gulp bobs in my throat before quietly answering, “Yes,Sir.”

“Good girl,” he whispers as his lips slide along my cheek until they find their destination, and he leaves a soft, feathery kiss that lingers on my lips.

“Is anyone else fucking hard?” Finn whispers to Conor and Liam beside him, causing me to snicker.

“Liam and I have to go meet Rory about the apartment soon,” Declan informs me as he refills my glass of juice and slides it before me. Hovering over me, he demands, “Drink up. You’re going to need it because I’m fucking two loads of cum into you before I leave.”

“Really?” Finn adjusts himself. “Just me?”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

DECLAN

As much as I don’t want to leave Quinn and Fiona right now,I know they willbe safe with Tristan, Conor, and Finn. Liam came with me because, unlike me, he understands all this tech shit.

“They haven’t just been watching, though. They’ve been looping the feed,” Rory informs us both.

“Looping the what?” I ask, clearly the only one who doesn’t understand what Rory is saying.

“They record clips from the feed, such as empty elevators or people sleeping, then basically play it back through our monitors,” Liam educates me.

“Right,” Rory confirms. “Then, while we’re watching the recording of a vacant stairwell or Miss Fiona sleeping, they’re able to move about the building and your apartment freely because we can’t see them.”

“How long?” I demand, trying to stow my anger.

Rory hesitates before answering. “About two andhalfmonths.”

“Two and a half fucking months!” I seethe.

“We’re still kind of guessing here, Declan,” Rory admits. “We’ve been tracing it back, and so far, that’s the furthest back we’ve found discrepancies in the timestamps on the recorded footage.”

“How?” I snarl.

I pace through the living room of my abandoned apartment as I continue to listen to Rory. “We haven’t figured that out yet. There is no evidence of a hack, not a single security breach.”

“Not a single security breach?” I scoff his words back at him before yelling. “Someone has been watching my family for months. A man has been creeping around my house and watching my daughter sleep. And you’re going to tell me that there hasn’t been a fucking security breach?”

Liam interrupts me to ask Rory, “And you’re relatively sure that it’s only been two andahalfmonths?”

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