Page 78 of Stolen Sun
“Fuck,” he breathes, and I know he feels it too.
When he starts to move, he uses a hand to play with my body. He twists and pinches my nipples until I cry out. He squeezes my tits and slaps them.
My arms are crushed beneath me, and I try to shift my weight as best I can to relieve the pressure. Watching his face change from desire to pleasure to the darkest depths of losing control, I find myself craving whatever pain he needs from me to feel that good.
I wrap my legs around him, so he can use his hands more. He takes the opportunity to grab my shoulders for better leverage and slams into me.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he praises just as an orgasm begins to tremble through my body, gripping him hard deep inside.
“Oh fuck,” he cries out as he finds his own release because of mine.
He leans over me to kiss my nipples and bites one before he stands to pull out. “This should be the picture hanging above our bed. My come dripping out of your perfect cunt,” he says, staring at it.
I keep my mouth shut, watching him stare at me. I should protest, but I’d be lying. He looks up at my face when I say nothing and cocks an eyebrow.
“Yours,” I manage to say.
“Fucking mine,” he agrees and helps me off the car.
After he unties me, he follows me inside to take a bath, leaving his morning chore unfinished. We soak in silence for a few minutes before I tell him what I’ve decided to do.
“I want to speak to a lawyer about the inheritance. Can you give me the contract you found on the drive?” I ask.
He sighs. “You don’t need the money. I’ll add you to every one of my accounts first thing Monday morning,” he says.
“Oh. No, I don’t want the money. I want a way out,” I explain.
“Tell him Tuesday night when we go for dinner.”
“What?” Splashing water, I turn around to look at him.
“He invited us over. We can tell him we’re moving to Tennessee, have dinner, then after I’ll make sure he understands you want out.”
I stare at him speechless. If I can find a way out of this inheritance before then, maybe Declan will reconsider his plans for my dad.
“It’s nothing for you to worry about,” he says, getting out of the water. “Chance can take you to my lawyer’s office on Monday, if you must. I’ll email the file to her today, so she can be prepared for you.” Then, he walks out of the bathroom.
I jump out and grab a towel, chasing after him. “She?” I ask.
He turns to see I’m serious, and I hope he sees the murder in my eyes because I feel it spreading over every inch of me. He cocks an eyebrow.
“Do you have a problem with female lawyers?” He asks.
“Don’t send me to meet a woman you’ve fucked, Declan,” I warn between grinding teeth.
He looks amused. Smirking now, he asks, “Haven’t we already covered this?”
“Do you have any past with this woman?” I ask, my blood boiling.
He chuckles, pulls on his shorts, and leaves the room.What the fuck!
Following him outside, I ask again. “Have you fucked her?”
He turns and walks right up to me. “Don’t take what he did and make it my fault. I would never hurt you. We’ve already discussed this, and I told you I didn’t have history with any other associates,” His breath fans my face.
“You never outright said you didn’t,” I counter, standing my ground.
“Do you want a list, Noel? A death warrant for every woman I've fucked?” His voice barely above a whisper. He tsks. “That’s half of fucking Vegas just from the night you got married.”
