Page 73 of Declan

"And my sisters?" I ask, my voice cracking as fear creeps in. My breathing hitches, terrified of his answer.

Declan steps closer, his hand moving from my cheek to lightly brush against my neck. "They'll live," he says gently, "but they'll have to leave town."

Relief and grief collide, and tears well up in my eyes. "Thank you," I whisper, my voice trembling.

"Don't thank me," Declan says darkly, the smirk returning to his lips. "Thank Connor. He's the one who convinced me to spare them. After what Silvana did, I was more than ready to kill her."

The menace in his tone sends a fresh wave of unease through me.

"Declan, can I use your office? I need to check something," Flynn interjects, already heading to the door.

"Make yourself at home, mate," Declan replies absently, his fingers still brushing my neck. From the corner of my eye, I see Flynn leave, the door clicking shut behind him.

As the sound fades, Declan's hand circles my neck with firm, commanding pressure. My heartbeat stutters as his breath brushes my skin, his presence consuming me entirely. My body reacts on its own, warmth pooling low in my belly, and I clench my thighs together in a futile attempt to control the fire spreading through me.

"Breathe, Viviana," he whispers, his voice a low, soothing growl. "Slowly."

I close my eyes, inhaling deeply as his scent surrounds me—a potent blend of spice and power. I nod, my breaths evening out.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his tone dripping with approval. His other hand trails down, unbuttoning my jeans with deliberate slowness. Before I can process the movement, his palm presses against me, the heat of his touch making me gasp.

"Declan," I whisper, my voice trembling.

"Fuck, I love hearing you say my name," he growls, his lips crashing into mine with a raw, unrestrained urgency. His tongue claims mine, and I surrender, my body responding instinctively as his thumb circles my clit, drawing a moan from deep within me.

I grip his shirt, tugging hard enough to send buttons flying. He groans, pulling back just enough to smirk. "I liked that shirt," he mutters, but there's no real annoyance in his voice.

Before I can reply, he pushes me back onto the bed, his thighs parting mine as he positions himself at my entrance. His cock is thick and ready, the sight of it making my breath hitch.

"You're mine, Viviana," he growls, his voice low and possessive. "And anyone who tries to come between us will meet their death."

His words blur into sensation as he pushes inside me with one hard thrust, a gasp tearing from my throat. My body stretches to accommodate him, every nerve alight with pleasure. His lips find my breast, teeth grazing my sensitive skin as his hands grip my hips, pulling me closer, deeper.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he groans, his movements steady and commanding. "So tight, so wet. You were made for me."

The intensity builds, our breaths and bodies moving as one, and I feel myself giving in completely—to him, to us, to the fire that threatens to consume me.

He stops his thrusting and removes his cock slowly; I feel the loss of him inside me. I feel empty, my arousal dripping to the floor, and my breathing is so erratic I feel like I'm going to pass out.

I watch as Declan heads to the nightstand and retrieves a bottle from the drawer. He turns to face me. "Lube," he says, shaking it and opening it with a pop. I choke on my breath; there is no way he is going to…

"On all fours, firecrackers. I'm going to fuck that pretty little ass of yours," he mutters darkly, full of anticipation.

I stare at him, moving my mouth, but no sound comes out.

"Oh," I finally manage to say, "I don't think I can take you." I bite my lip, looking at his massive cock gleaming with my warm arousal.

"You can, and if you can't, just say your safe word," he says gently but dominantly. "Now turn the fuck around and put your ass up."

I do as he demands, slowly. I have my safe word, and he will stop if I say it. I will say it if it becomes too much—he won't fit; how the hell will he fit? My skin feels as if it's burning under a thousand suns. I catch my breath when I feel the drops of lube on my ass, and his finger spreads it around my rose button.

Oh, fucking God.

He gently presses his index finger in, breaking the tight walls around my hole. I feel my ass stretching, my insides getting accustomed to the strange feeling. He enters with more ease than I thought he would. I feel his digit move slowly, in and out, and I'm hyper-aware of my body. I feel everything.

My nipples harden even more, so sensitive that even my breathing makes the skin tingle. "Take a deep breath," he commands. His voice is dominant but not in a scary way; he commands like he knows what he's doing. It's like a general commanding his troops, and I obey. I trust him.

As my lungs fill with air, he presses another finger in. I feel more drops of lube as he works his two fingers in and out.

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