Page 32 of Bargain with the Irish Devil
Today is Saturday, and I’m hiding in my room. I heard his door close a few minutes ago, a little after nine in the morning, and I’m hoping he’ll be gone by the time I go downstairs. I can’t stand the idea of seeing him this morning. I hate him so much. He’s giving up. The way I knew he would. I misunderstood him when he said he’s never felt this way. Love is a word he tosses around but doesn’t mean. In the same way he called me darlin’, he called me love, but it was meaningless, a generic endearment.
I only need a few more days to complete the stupid audit. Only afew more days before I can leave. He’s going to let me go. The Irish Devil is going to keep to the bargain.
Good, it’s exactly what I want. So why do I feel like crying?
CHAPTER 10
Miranda
Aoife tells me that Declan has reservations for us at eight, so I should be ready by seven-thirty. My only answer ishmm,which she takes for acceptance. What I don’t do is tell her to tell him to fuck off—I wouldn’t do that to her. She’s just the messenger.
There’s no way in hell I’m going out in public with him. To sit there with an empty smile and heavy heart. Fuck him. The bastard reads me too well.
After Aoife left at five, I ran into the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. Then, I locked myself in my room with the chair that usually sits in the corner in front of the door going into the shared bathroom. The chest of drawers, usually in the walk-in closet, is in front of the door to the hall.
Even though a part of me is looking forward to fighting with Declan over me going out to dinner—wondering if he would really care—I fell asleep.
A small, dim sound pulls me out of my dream. I open my eyes to find Declan in the chair. It’s back in its place in the corner, and the chest is gone from in front of the door.
“How the hell did you get in here?” I demand.
That evil eyebrow is up, and those dimples flash at me. “You have ten seconds to decide. Get up and get dressed.” Blue runs over the tight leggings I’m wearing. “Or we stay right here, and I will show you all those orgasms all night long and into tomorrow.”
I sit up, take a deep breath, and shake my head. “I’m not going anywhere with you. I’m here for the audit, and that’s all. Why can’t you?—”
He stands, looming over me. His hand cups my face, his thumb playing over my lips makes my toes curl, andeverything in me hums in need.
A thrill shoots through me at the way his eyes glow to the deepest sapphire, and his jaw tightens. Opening my mouth, I taste his thumb before sucking it deep into my mouth. The same way I did when he touched me in my bedroom, I imagine it’s his cock.
Blue disappears as his eyes squeeze closed. “You’re a witch casting a spell on me.”
I feel the words rumbling out of his chest all the way to his finger in my mouth. I suck deeper on his thumb. I wouldn’t do it for Michael, but I want to do it for Declan. I want to know the taste of every inch of his skin—including his cock.
I’m swallowed in an ocean storm, the waves threatening to pull me under. Using his other hand, he catches the top of my leggings, and yanks them down to my knees. Closing my eyes, I allow my legs to open.
He groans. “Your cunny is so wet your panties cling to you, turning those white panties clear for me.”
His hand is rough as he tugs off my panties. I help him, desperate for him there. Before I understand what he’s doing, he’s down on the bed, his mouth between my spread legs.
Oh god. There are no preliminaries. Two fingers open my lower lips for his mouth. His tongue is there, sliding deep from the bottom to the top of me—ending with a swirl of his tongue over my hard, hot clitoris.
“Jesus, you taste better than I dreamed.” Declan groans into me. “Sweeter than candy, juicy like a watermelon. You’re going to flood my face, love, and I’ll gladly drown in you.”
Embarrassment stings as the sound of him licking me echoes around us in the room. Only for it to die as his moans of pleasure become louder.
His tongue is driving me out of my mind. At times, tasting, others teasing. Hot, so hot and wet. Again and again, he traces every inch of me, at times stopping to suck deep on my tender flesh before soothing it with his velvet tongue.
Please, please. I’m begging, but I don’t know for what.
When he sucks deep on my inner lips at the same time he fucks me deep with his tongue, I lose control. “Declan, please. Oh, my fucking god.”
The bastard chuckles. “That I am. I’m your god now, my love. Pray to me, and I’ll grant every desire you have.”
Stop, I can’t take it anymore. Okay, don’t stop. More, just a little more.It’s close, so close I can feel it. Deeper, his tongue dives. Too soon, he stops. I want to scream.
“You are so fucking gorgeous. I love watching you come undone for me. Did he do this for you? Taste your sweet cunny?” He growls.
“No, never. Please don’t stop. Please, Declan.”
