Page 110 of Promise of Destruction
He looks disheveled, wild and dangerous, and fucking gorgeous. I wonder when was the last time he slept, if he's on the tail end of some sort of manic episode.
"Declan," I swallow my pride as much as I can while I still have it. "Please, let me go."
I'd start with just letting me go to the toilet and worry about the rest later, but it's clear that he won't give me that either.
"It's you who needs to let go. Let go of thinking that you're in control."
"I know I'm not in control!" I snap. That's the problem. The last bit of control Idohave is about to be pried away from me, because I can't hold it much longer. I can't.
"So, stop trying to act like you are. Just let go."
I clench my fists and turn away from him to stare up at the ceiling, taking shallow breaths through my nose to try and calm myself, to focus on anything other than how badly I need to get up. I can't feel the needle in my arm he spoke of, but I canfeel the tape scratching at my skin. It's another betrayal— he let someone in here to do this to me. How do I know they didn't do anything else? How do I know what they saw or thought?
The humiliation burns in my stomach— and lower, too. I don't even realize what it is until I feel him sink onto the bed over top of me, his sculpted chest moving into my vision as he straddles me without putting any weight on me.
"We're in a power struggle, Soren." He tells me, his hand skating up my shin to the bottom of my thigh. "Just give in."
He makes surrender sound so fucking beautiful, as if we're talking about something simple like moving on from a failed test. I press my lips together harder, trying to hold onto the desperate cry building inside of me, the ache that I could be rid of if he'd just let me up to use the toilet... or if I'd just give in to him.
"I can't."
"You will." He promises.
And then he makes good on that promise, his fingers dipping between my thighs and stroking my slit with the lightest pressure. It's enough to make me squirm, my heartbeat racing as heat rushes to my cheeks. I feel my eyes flutter closed, and I let them stay that way, not wanting to see the smug look on his face as he draws arousal from me instantly.
"I love how your body responds to me." He groans, pressing harder as he skates down to my ass. For a minute, terror seizes me and my heart stops as I imagine the intrusion there. But that's not what he's after; he only traces me with his thumb, taunting me over what he can do, reminding me how fucking stuck I am.
I don't even get to enjoy the moment of relief when he moves his touch higher, back toward my pussy before he plunges his fingers deep inside. I hiss in frustration as it feels like he's angling right for my bladder.
The pain of holding so tight cinches deep inside of me, but it's overpowered by something else... something like pleasure.
"No..." I moan, hating the way it sounds so much like yes, hating the way he chases heat through me, the way I feel impossibly, gloriously full from just his touch.
"Let go..." He whispers the words right over my lips, an intimate act that makes his fingers in me feel so fucking lurid and filthy and... incredible.
"I c-can't- " I moan as his fingers reach deeper, hitting some horrible and wonderful spot deep inside of me that makes me tremble and ache. I can feel the sweat that’s broken out over my skin ratchet higher, the heat undeniable. "Declan, I- I'm going to- "
He thrusts deeper, gripping my chin with his other hand and giving me a little shake so that my eyes flutter open to take him in.
Gorgeous.
Vicious.
Relentless.
Declan Evers is power and promise... a promise of destruction.
He's going to ruin me, I'm sure. I just don't know if it's, as he says, to put me back together or not.
"Let go."
He says it like I have a choice, but there's no choice involved.
He reaches deep inside of me, coaxing my orgasm and my compliance, and with a final twist and thrust of his fingers, I let go.
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