Page 113 of A Convenient Secret
“Tell me exactly what you want, little Seagull.” His whisper is almost threatening. In response, my body quivers with desire.
With his leg, he pushes my knee farther up, spreading me wider. Without warning, he pushes two fingers inside me. The stretch is nothing compared to his cock, but he already learned the perfect angle.
The moan that leaves me is desperate and impatient.
“So wet for me. So ready. What is it you would like to do against my library, Seagull? And think well, because unlike in the movie, we won’t get interrupted. Nobody can save you.”
His words should scare me. I’ve been threatened before, but I recognize there is a promise behind his threat. A promise that will only bring me pleasure.
Now would be the time to remind him we can indeed be interrupted, but I can’t find the reason. It dissolves into nothing when this man has his hands on me.
“I want you to fuck me with your fingers. I want to come all over your hand.”
“That’s a good girl.” He inserts another finger.
I’m wild with need, but I think my inability to move heightens my arousal. I yank my hands, trying to free them.
He tuts. “You thought you could come here teasing me and not bear the consequences?”
“I came here to be fucked,” I quip.
“And I’m more than happy to oblige, little Seagull.” He seizes my lips in a bruising kiss. “You thought you could drive me wild getting yourself off with that pathetic vibrator of yours? As if this pussy didn’t belong to me.”
He moves with urgency, hitting the right spot. I practically hang suspended from his large palm, my leg all wobbly on the stool. I find purchase on the shelf with my other foot, my thigh leaning over Declan’s.
The man is strong. I bite his shoulder to stifle my moans while he fucks me relentlessly with his hand.
“Whose pussy is this?” he growls, crooking his fingers.
“Yours,” I pant, and a freight train of an orgasm rams through me, jerking through every fiber of my body.
Declan lets go of my wrists, and my arms fall to his shoulders. He snakes his hand under my ass, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him.
Spent in his arms, I kiss his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, the L word on the tip of my tongue.
But as much as I’m ready to speak up more around him, I don’t think he’s ready to go there. I don’t think I’m ready to bear the consequences of such a declaration.
“I need to be inside you, Lily.”
“I need you inside me.”
“I need to get the condom from the bedroom.”
The idea of him leaving me here all vulnerable, even for a brief second, feels unbearable. It’s irrational, but my hormone-laced mind can’t cope with the idea. “Don’t. I’m clean.”
He tilts his head to look at me. “Me too. Are you sure?”
“I want to feel you. I’m on the shot.”
He narrows his eyes. “Fuck, Lily. What am I going to do with you?”
He reaches between us, and in one swift move, my back is pressed against the shelves again, and his cock stretches my inner walls, drawing a moan from me.
He covers my mouth with his hand. “You have to be quiet, Seagull.” His speech is labored. “Eyes on me.”
The books rattle as he rams into me, holding my gaze. With his hand across my mouth, I’m barely getting any oxygen, and all my senses heighten, completely immersed in this moment.
In this man.
