Page 62 of Destroy (Deadly Hearts 2)

“It’s fairly remote and I have a safe house there,” he says. “If Cillian has his ear to the ground, which I suspect he will, he’ll meet us there.”

“But he doesn’t know we aren’t going back to England…”

“If the Garda is at the door, trust me, he knows I wouldn’t risk air travel.”

“Okay,” I say, hoping he’s right.

He gives me a reassuring smile and that’s when it hits me. The thrill of this is affecting me in a big way. I thrive on the danger and darkness my world brings, and this has thrown me right back into the middle of it and then some. My adrenaline spikes and I feel alive. My silent proclamation earlier comes into full force and it’s not only the Black Widow who is back, but me as well.

“Declan,” I rasp when he turns to pick up my bag again.

“We need to move, Princess,” he says. “Can you manage?”

I nod, but then I hang up the phone and throw it onto the bag still on the ground. “Take me,” I whisper.

“What?” he asks, going still.

“Right here, right now, take me,” I pant, moving into his arms and undoing his pants. His belt is still on the floor of my room, so access is easy to let his pants drop open.

“No,” he says, his hands clamping around my wrists. “Not again. Not like that.”

Shaking my head, I say, “This is different. This is real. I need you, Declan.”

“Fuck, Ruby,” he groans and lets go of my wrists. I think he is about to do up his pants again when his hands clamp around my upper arms. With a low growl, he spins me and shoves me up against the nearest tree. “You had better say now if you don’t want this.”

“I want this,” I purr, clutching his shirt and dragging him closer. “I need you.”

“I know what this is,” he hisses. “You are thriving on the danger, the chase. You’re aroused by the thought of getting caught out here in the middle of the woods with my cock buried deep inside you.”

“Fuuuck,” I moan and bruise my own lips, I kiss him so hard.

I am currently devoid of any thoughts. I’m just feeling and right now, his words have hit the mark dead on. This is the old me. The Black Widow might’ve made a comeback last night, but Ruby was still cowering slightly.

Not anymore.

He devours my mouth, his hands tightening on my arms. “Last chance,” he rasps. “I can’t stop once I’m inside you. Not this time. Not again.”

“Don’t stop,” I murmur and gasp when he lets go of my arms and drags my sweats down. He pulls one of my shoes off and releases my left leg from its confinement. Then he clamps his hands on my ass and lifts me up, shoving me back up against the tree forcefully.

I inhale, closing my eyes.

Big mistake.

All I can see now is Smith looming over me, rolling the condom over his cock…

“No!” I shout out, opening my eyes.

Declan freezes, his cock at my entrance. “Fuck, Ruby, I knew…I knew…”

“No!” I say quickly. “Not you. Keep going. Look into my eyes. Say my name.”

“Ruby,” he purrs in that sexy accent. “Oh, Ruby.”

He thrusts deeply and I moan, his dark blue eyes boring into mine, never breaking contact as he fucks me slowly, against this tree.

“Declan,” I pant, clasping my hands around the back of his neck. “Yes, that’s it!” I cry out, elated that I can feel the pleasure zooming through my body.

Last night was awful. I wasn’t turned on at all. I just needed the imprint of Smith’s cock out of my pussy. With that gone, with Declan, a man that I love, erasing that for me and replacing it with his own, it healed me quicker than two agonizing years last time.

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