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Her little sigh sends a shiver through me. I know she needs this. “But” I pause, positioning myself behind her, rubbing my hard cock against her ass, “I will punish you for thinking that.” I caress her ass cheek, and before she can respond, I bring the belt down—not too hard, just enough to sting. I’m not an asshole.

She wants a physical release. I’ll give her that, but I won’t break her. I won’t push her past what she can handle. Herwhimper makes my cock strain against the fabric, and I unzip my fly, freeing it. It greets her beautiful ass as I rub the crown against her skin, leaving a trail of pre-cum.

I raise the belt and strike again, leaving a beautiful oval mark on her cheek. She cries out, a tear sliding down her flushed face, but at the same time, she grinds against me. My cock glides through her wetness as I position myself at her entrance. She steadies herself, hands gripping the oak desk.

“Declan, I…” she whispers.

“I know, Vi. I fucking know,” I grunt, thrusting into her hard. Her back arches beautifully over the desk, breasts trembling with each motion. My rhythm is slow but powerful, forcing the desk to slide toward the wall. Her moans grow louder as she pushes back against me, pulling me deeper into her.

Reaching her clit with my thumb, I circle it gently, pressing harder as I pinch her swollen flesh. Her arousal drips to the floor as her hips move, making my cock hit every inch of her. Losing control, I lift her ass, going deeper. She screams my name, music to my ears.

“Fuck, Viviana, your cunt is holding me so tight. I need you to come, baby,” I groan. My abs tense, and a shiver courses down my spine. My balls tighten, and I’m so close.

Circling my hips, I thrust harder into her sweet spot. She lets go, her body trembling with pleasure. Her head snaps back as I pull her hair, riding her harder, her walls gripping me, her orgasm dragging out longer than ever before.

She cries out, knuckles white against the desk. “Oh God, Declan, that was…” she breathes, little sparks still tingling in her body.

I pull her hair to bring her closer, thrusting into her as my hand cups her breast. My teeth graze her neck as my orgasm barrels through me like a truck on the highway. A guttural groan escapes as pleasure consumes me.

I pick her up and lay her on the bed, grabbing lotion from the nightstand. Gently, I rub it into her reddened skin. “You okay?” I ask softly.

She nods, her body melting into the mattress. Little moans and whimpers escape her lips as I massage her tender flesh. Brushing the hair from her face, I see her satisfied smile. I press a kiss to her temple.

This woman has become my entire life.

Chapter 30

Declan

Ican’t sleep. The hours drag on, and I’m still on edge. I know Alek will text Viviana soon, probably wanting to see her, maybe even touch her, thinking she belongs to him, even after everything he did to her years ago.

My eyes linger on her naked body curled up against mine, fitting perfectly with me. Possessiveness flares inside me, hot and sharp.

The fuck he will.

The only thing that bastard will feel is the cold steel of my gun against his skull.

Viviana’s phone dings, and she nearly jumps beside me. I press a hand to her, keeping her down. “Easy, firecracker,” I whisper, my voice steady, masking the chaos inside. Her wide eyes search mine, and I force the tough exterior back into place, the lie that I’ve got it all under control, that there’s nothing to worry about.

She reaches for the phone, her expression shifting, face darkening. “Tonight, at nine,” she says softly. My body tightens, muscles coiling.

“Where?” I ask, keeping my voice casual like this is just another day in our fucked-up world.

“It doesn’t say,” she pouts. Despite the tension, I let out a low laugh.

Of course, it doesn’t. He’s smart, paranoid even. He’ll wait until the last minute to give her the location, doing everything he can to stay one step ahead, just in case we’re onto him. Hell, it’s exactly what I’d do.

Viviana steps into the shower as I finish dressing. I know Alek will text her soon, and we need to be ready. There’s a gnawing feeling in my gut that we need to ramp up security at the estate. Heading to the office, I text Kian, making sure we double our men and verify every camera is working.

Flynn, meanwhile, is still lounging in the closed-off room at our clinic. The bastard acts like it’s some kind of holiday inn, kicking back, watching movies, and eating while the rest of us are on edge. The waiting is driving me insane.

My phone buzzes, and I sit up straighter in the chair. Why the hell is Giovanni calling me?

Sliding to answer, my voice sharp, “Giovanni, what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Declan, it’s been a while. How is my beautiful daughter?” His voice is soft, but I hear the fury beneath it.

“She’s fine, being her usual menace,” I reply, keeping up the façade.

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