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He moves them very slowly, so gently, and I can feel my body easing under his touch. Little sparks of pain shoot through my spine, but so does the pleasure. It's a magnificent dance of sensations.

"You are being such a good girl for me," he says, his voice a deep rasp, his cock pressing at my pussy entrance as the muscles on his thick thighs flex with restraint.

He removes his fingers and drops an absurd amount of lube. "Now, let's go slowly." He spreads my ass cheeks with both hands, and I feel his cock at my tight hole. Pressing gently, he increases the pressure, and I feel my entrance parting slowly, with a hint of pain. I feel every muscle of my cheeks spreading as his cock makes its way inside me.

"Hmm," he grunts as he pushes the first inch inside. He stops and lets my body get accustomed to him. I breathe through my nose, trying to keep it in control, and the pain dissipates. He presses a little more, and I feel my insides open for him. A purr, mixed with a whimper, leaves my lips, and I press my head to the mattress.

"That's it. You're taking me so good, firecracker." He drops more lube, and I feel his finger massage it around his thick cock as he pushes in more and more with each breath. I can feel every inch of him stretching me in ways I never thought were possible.

"I'm almost all in, Vi," he grunts, his hand pressing on my hips, making me move toward him. His cock enters until he is fully seated inside me, and he begins to move slowly, in and out. I cry out his name, and he digs his nails into my skin.

It feels different from what I thought; it's a mix of pleasure and pain. The pain seems to increase the pleasure in a way I've never felt. I feel full of him.

"Can you take my finger on your drenching cunt?" he asks, but before I can answer, his two fingers thrust inside me. I move, making his cock dig deeper inside of me, and I scream as I feel heat pour all over my core.

"That's it. Fuck me, just like that," he growls, and I move my hips into him. His hips circle, and I moan as he hits everysensitive part of my insides. His fingers curl, and he hits my G-spot with an expertise that makes me whimper.

God, he is so good at this! I'm going to pass out!

He begins to thrust harder and faster in both my ass and pussy.

I'm panting for air, our bodies moving like a symphonic masterpiece, my heart beating in my throat, my eyes becoming blurry, and my core is on fire. It's as if a volcano will erupt inside me. Declan curls his finger inside my pussy, his thumb on my clit, and his cock in my tight hole.

It's all too much! Oh God! It's too much!

"Declan!!" I scream his name as I feel my stomach and back burn, my muscles tightening all around him. My fingers curl on the sheets.

I lose all sense of reality. I come so hard my entire body moves, crashing into his, and he grabs my hips harder to keep me in place as he fucks me through my orgasm. When I think it's over, a new wave of heat hits me like a freight train.

I hear Declan grunt like an animal about to attack. His warm release shoots inside my ass, and I moan as another orgasm hits me,

a different feeling that I can't explain. Declan holds me up, leaning over, his lips at my ear.

"You are fucking amazing, Viviana."

Chapter 24

Declan

“You really need to soundproof that bedroom, mate,” Flynn deadpans, lounging in the armchair in the corner of the living room.

“Maybe you can learn something,” I say, unable to hide the amusement in my voice.

“Fuck off, gobshite,” he chuckles, pouring me a glass of whiskey. “Are you two good?”

I settle into the armchair opposite him, exhaling deeply. “We’re fine. Don’t know how we’ll be after I kill her father, but that’s a problem for another day.” I take a sip, letting the burn of the alcohol soothe me.

Flynn nods, his gaze shifting to the window. The city hums with life even at this late hour, lights flickering against the dark skyline.

It’s been a while since I stayed here; I prefer the mansion. It’s quieter, more private, and far easier to secure. Sure, I ownthis entire building, but with hundreds of people living here and two floors below mine filled with offices, keeping control is a headache.

Even now, I can’t shake the faint unease creeping up my spine. Something feels… off.

Nothing I can pinpoint, just a sense that the air is heavier than it should be. Maybe it’s the exhaustion. Or maybe it’s the damn elevator ding I heard earlier, though no one should be using it this late without my clearance.

The private elevator and round-the-clock security team are supposed to ensure no surprises. Still, I know better than to trust that completely. After all, humans are the weakest link.

“How are we going to find Aleksandr?” Flynn finally asks, breaking the silence.

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