Page 33 of Bargain with the Irish Devil
“Say it again, darlin’. Say my name. Tell me who is taking you to the moon and stars where you belong.” Is a demand.
I can deny him nothing. I’m so close. “Declan. Oh, Declan.” It becomes a chant.
My reward is him teasing my clitoris, not hard enough, harder.Suck it, please, please suck.
No! He stops and sucks my outer lips deep into his hot mouth as his cruel tongue slides up and down.
I’m begging him. Desperate for the orgasm that was so close.
“Ah, love, I’m going to let you come, but not until you’re begging me like your life depended on it. Remember all the different orgasms I was going to show you? This is only the first one.”
He’s fucking me now with his tongue, tearing away thin strips of my skin until my entire body is one pulsing nerve throbbing with the need to explode.
At last, that wicked tongue sweeps over my clit sending me off the bed to meet him. Catching me by the hips in a punishing grip, he sucks deep on my clit. I fall from the stars down, down, hitting the waves with a bone-shattering crash.
I’m pulled under the way I feared. Only to be yanked back above the waves. The waves are no longer hard. They’re soft, sweet, and warm as they move beneath my cheek. Wait, what?
I open my eyes to find I’m on Declan’s chest. His hand is running through my hair with long, slow strokes, almost like he’s petting me. Like the cat he sent away to protect me.
One heavy arm is around my middle, not tight but not loose, either. I’m shy, unable to look him in the eye. This isn’t how I thought this would go. He’s still dressed.
“Stop, love. No more thinking.” The words rumble out of him.
Rolling my eyes, I push up to look down at him. “How can you say not to think? That’s absurd.”
“No, it’s not. It’svery easy. You go by feel. By touch. The same way we got here.”
“I’m not built the way you are. All I did was watch people operate by feeling, and it blew up in their faces. My parents, Peter.”
That damn eyebrow is up again. “Your parents might not have ended the way they wanted to. Yes, they left you behind, but they lived a life they loved while they were here. When you married your ex-husband, you were all in your head. And how well did that turn out?”
It feels like a slap. I try to roll off him. His arm tightens around me. “All I’msaying is in this: trust in the fact I will never hurt you. We take it day by day. As it comes and when you want to leave, I’ll let you go.”
He meant it as an assurance. All it feels like is an insult—he would let me go. I would be one more woman in the long line of ones he’s had before moving on to the next.
His phone rings. Thank god. He lets me go, and the instant he does, I’m off him.
“What, Ryan? I said no calls tonight.”
I slam the door to the bathroom closed. I don’t bother locking it. Why waste the time?
I’m looking at a person I don’t recognize. She’s almost pretty. Her eyes are soft green. There’s no tension in her jaw or shoulders. She’s standing straight with her long hair flowing around her like some sort of exclusive shampoo and conditioner ad.
Squeezing my eyes shut until I see stars. I sigh and open them again. She’s still there.
Just go by feeling. He’s never felt this way before. The words spin in my head, and she’s back. The only thing missing is a tight bun without a single hair out of place.
No. I don’t want her back. All the fears of men, of not having enough, of failing…of life.
All I have to do is trust in Declan. Declan Kelly is a man outside the law who beats and kills people. A man who kidnapped me without blinking an eye. He refused to let me go. But he will. He can’t keep me. I don’t fit in his world.
I don’t understand why it causes an ache so fierce in my chest I can’t breathe deeply through it.
My head goes down against the door, and I realize I don’t hear him on the other side of the door. Quietly, I open the door. He’s not in the room. I run in, grab my leggings, and hurry to get into them.
Why did he stop? He could have taken me. I wanted him to. I was ready. Yet all he did was give me a mind-blowing orgasm, then hold me? Did I do something? Was it gross? Michael never went down on me. He said it was disgusting—while at the same time complaining because I refused to give him a blow job.
Was it some weird game he was playing? When I finally gave in on one thing, it was enough and he was done with me? I don’t understand anything, and my head is beginning to hurt. Fuck this. This has to stop. All of it. He said he would let me go. Fine. I’m finishing the audit and getting the hell out of here.
