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His hand drifts away entirely, leaving me panting, my body screaming for more. Leaning in one last time, his lips graze my ear.

“You’ll wait, firecracker,” he murmurs, his tone commanding.

He releases my wrists, stepping back just enough to leave me trembling.

“Asshole,” I snap, my voice sharp with defiance.

Declan laughs darkly, his voice rough like distant thunder before a storm. “Beg me,” he demands, the dominance in his tone making me crawl up the walls.

He stands there, watching me, his muscles taut and his veins pulsing. Rolling his shoulders, he cracks his neck, fighting to maintain control. He wants this as much as I do, but he revels in making me beg.

I’m not the type to beg for a man, especially not one with an ego as massive as Declan’s. But right now? I’d roll over and let him pet me like a kitten.

Dropping to my knees, I crawl toward him, my breaths shallow. His eyes darken with desire, the heat in them intensifying with every second.

When I reach him, his hand wraps around my arm, pulling me up effortlessly and turning me toward the desk.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, his words sending a rush of heat through me.

His hands move quickly, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down. He wastes no time; his grip on my hips is firm, his actions controlled but anything but gentle.

“Fuck, Viviana,” he groans, his voice guttural, thick with restraint.

I feel his thick tip at my entrance, my body aching for him. He grabs my hips, pulling me back hard, forcing me to grip the edge of the desk to stay upright. My back arches under his weight as he takes me completely.

Each stroke sends shockwaves through my body, a mix of raw pleasure and overwhelming intensity.

“Declan, harder,” I beg, my voice breaking.

He grunts, his movements animalistic, driving into me with such force that my eyes roll back. The way his cock stretches me is mind-numbing, every thrust unravelling me.

“Come on my cock, Viviana. I want to feel you squeeze the fuck out of me,” he growls, his voice thick with need.

My legs quake at his filthy words, and my fingers dig into the desk as heat burns through my core. When he pinches my clit, control slips away entirely. Wave after wave crashes over me, dragging me under as my body screams in pleasure. He doesn’t relent, thrusting nonstop, rolling his hips and drawing out my release. His grip tightens, his moans and pants matching mine.

“Now it’s my turn,” Declan growls, his voice rough and commanding.

He doesn’t slow. His rhythm grows deeper, harder, leaving me clutching the desk for support. “I want to feel you come inside me, Declan,” I whisper, my voice shaky and raw. That’s all it takes to snap the last thread of his control.

His hand flies to my throat and he grips it tightly, almost cutting my air, his other hand grabs my hips, fingers pressinginto my skin as his movements become frantic and desperate. A guttural groan escapes him, raw and animalistic, as he lets go. I feel him release, his body tensing and trembling against mine.

“Fucking hell, Viviana,” he rasps, his breath hot against my ear as he leans into me, pressing me against the desk.

His lips brush my neck, his voice dropping lower. “No man will ever touch you—not as long as I’m alive.”

Chapter 29

Declan

The club is packed, with hundreds of bodies moving to the rhythm of the pounding beat. This is one of Flynn’s first clubs, his so-called baby. Stone walls surround us, dark wood covering the floors and stairs. Two bars sit on either side, framing the dance floor in the centre.

We head to the VIP balcony, a booth with a dark oak table and black velvet chairs. The dim lighting makes it perfect for the kind of business deals this place thrives on. I nod to a few businessmen nearby, their gazes lingering on Viviana.

My firecracker wears a short black dress with a corset that highlights her every curve. Her long hair cascades down her back, and all I can think about is gripping it in my fists, bending her over this table, and fucking her until her screams drown out the music.

My jaw clenches as I catch men staring, their eyes undressing her. Not tonight. Tonight is too important for me to lose my shit.

Flynn sits first, and Viviana slides in between us. Drinks are ordered, and conversation flows. I watch her from the corner of my eye. Her gaze is fixed on the dance floor, her hands fidgeting beneath the table.

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