Before bringing back that basket of toys.
I knew better than to say anything. But I wanted to ask him so many questions. I’d seen it in the closet. And I wanted to know what they all were. There were so many shapes and sizes of things I’d never seen before. I wanted to know what they all did. Declan turned around with something vibrating in his hand, and it caught my attention so much that I didn’t even see him stroking himself.
Until he approached the side of the bed.
“Watch me,” he commanded.
My eyes bulged at the size of his cock. The vein pulsing at its side. The way his arousal leaked from its tip. He stroked himself as the vibrations landed against my cleavage, making me jump.
“Declan,” I gasped.
He chuckled as he ran the vibrations around my puckered nipples. He hummed with delight as they grew harder and harder against the sensations. I sighed and giggled as he traced it down my stomach, my muscles jumping as goosebumps rushed along my skin. My eyes were mesmerized by the girth of his dick. The way he stroked it. The way his hand seemed to dwarf it.
When we both knew it was anything but small.
“Dec—LAN!”
“There it is,” he growled.
The vibrations fell against my clit and my world fell black. My eyes rolled back, and my hips rose, wanting more of the glorious sensation. My fingers never made me feel this way. Neither did my pillow. Or my stuffed animals Father kept insisting on buying me. I felt my body already climbing. Declan’s name choked off in the back of my throat. I heard his hand slicking his cock. I raised my hips, bucking against the toy. Such soft vibrations, and yet I wanted to blow through the roof.
“Come for me, Ciara. I know you can.”
“Declan!” I cried out.
My body unraveled. I shook for him, my tits jumping as the toy fell away from my clit. He chuckled as my hips hit the bed again. Then, he gripped my chin. He turned my head toward him, and I saw his cock coming for me. He pressed against my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. Readying my face for a space he could seat himself.
Though, he didn’t have to try too hard to do it in the first place.
“Decl—”
His cock muffled my sounds as he inched his way into my mouth. I gagged around his girth, causing him to groan as he slowly slid back. My mouth kept cutting him off. The taste of him settled against my tongue and I didn’t know whether I enjoyed it or hated it. He massaged the side of my neck, coaxing me down from my frenzied high as he stood there. With his cock half-seated in my mouth.
“Do as I ask, Ciara. Relax.”
My jaw quivered, but I tried my best. I opened my mouth a little more and felt him slide in. Another half an inch, before my gag reflex kicked in again. I’d never done this. I knew I wasn’t doing it right. And yet, he kept petting me. Trying to relax me. Shushing me softly as my eyes came up to meet his.
And when he grinned down at me, my stomach fluttered with butterflies.
“Relax, then breathe in on my count. One, two…”
He slid in a little more as I relaxed my throat.
“One, two…”
I gagged as he pushed in a little more. Almost to the back of my mouth.
“One more time. One, two…”
And as the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, my stomach jumped.
He held the back of my head, holding me there as I struggled to get away. A knee-jerk reaction I didn’t want to actually do. I struggled against the restraints. Tears rushed down my cheeks again. And yet, all I wanted was more. All of him. As much as I could stand. My throat closed around him. I struggled to breathe. And after my mouth couldn't get away from him, my body finally started adjusting.
Until I settled back to the bed.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered.
The praise ignited a fire in my gut.
He fisted my hair and guided my lips. Up and down. Slicking his cock with my own spit. It dripped down my neck. Coated my cheeks. He fucked my face, sliding in and out as quickly as he could. I gagged around him, causing him to growl. I hollowed out my cheeks, causing him to hiss. I loved bringing him pleasure. My own juices dripped down my ass crack. And when he finally pulled my head away from his cock, I watched a trail of spit connect my tongue to his tip.
Making him chuckle.
“So good to me,” he murmured.
He settled my head back down onto the bed before climbing between my legs. With my clothes in tatters against my body, I knew it was time. I looked up at him with wide eyes. I watched him position his cock at my entrance. I tensed immediately, my body trying to ward off any other intrusion. Like Father had beaten into me as a young teenager.
“This will hurt a bit. But I’ve got you. Understood?” he asked.
And when his eyes met mine, I relaxed.
“I understand,” I whispered.
“Good.”
He slid his cock in quicker than I imagined he would, and my eyes bulged with pain. It burned. It felt like a firecracker had gone off in between my legs. Declan’s lips fell to mine as I cried out, muffling my sounds. His hands explored my naked body, tugging at my nipples and caressing my waist. Anything to get me to calm down. I shook against him. I bucked, trying to get him to go away. But the more I bucked, the further his cock sank into my body.
And the more it hurt.
“Declan,” I whimpered.
“Almost done,” he whispered.
He sucked on my lower lip as the pain subsided. I breathed through my nose, trying to get my bearings as I tugged at my restraints. His hips fell against mine before he stilled. Giving me a chance to get used to the feeling of him filling me up.
Then, he slowly pulled back.
“Declan,” I moaned.
“You won’t be able to make noise once I’m done with you.”
“Declan, please.”
“That’s it. Beg for me, beautiful.”
“Declan, don’t stop!”
He pounded into me. Relentlessly. And his hips swiveled with every thrust. He flicked my clit with his tightly-wound curls. Forcing my toes to curl. I laid there, spread out for his taking. Watching his muscles twitch and roll underneath his taut skin. Pain gave way to electricity. And by the time I went to cry out his name, I was already tumbling over the edge.
“That’s it. Squeeze that cock,” he growled.
Sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room. His hips snapped against mine as his dick grew against my walls. My eyes rolled back. His lips crashed against mine. And as I went to moan, nothing came out. It was as if the pleasure I experienced choked me around my neck.
Like his hand once did.
“That’s it. There’s a good girl. Come for me, Ciara. Come around my cock. Let me mark you as my own.”
All I could do was nod as my back arched. As my body bowed. As my legs trembled with the force of my orgasm. My walls clamped down around him, my jaw unhinging in silent pleasure. My eyes rolled back. Colors burst and sizzled in my darkened vision. Declan pounded into me, shaking the bed against the wall before his lips crashed to mine.
Then, he pulled out.
His hands reached up and untied me from the bed quickly. Once I was free, he gripped my hips and he flipped me over. I fell onto my stomach as he manipulated my body. His hands lifted my hips into the air, burying my face into the soft surface beneath me. And as his rock hard dick smacked against my ass cheeks, I moaned.
It was the only sound of approval I could make.
His hand fell around my neck and he clamped down on either side. My eyes rolled back as I gasped, my cheek pressing itself further into the bed. His massive dick slid against my walls, filling me up once more as my tight pussy dripped with his mark. He pulled out and slammed against me, making me jump as his balls smacked my clit.
“Declan,” I whispered.
And as his fingers pressed harder against my veins, my mind fell blank.
He pounded into me, his cock spiraling me into the depths of
his darkness. I was helpless against his assault. Just kneeling there. Taking it as he choked me. I breathed deeply as the pleasure mounted. My brain sputtered, trying to jumpstart itself back to life. And with every snap of Declan’s hips against my own, my brain fell back to darkness.
Giving way to him, like the rest of my body had.
“Yes.”
“Oh, Ciara. So fucking—mmm—tight for me.”
“Oh, gosh.”
“I love your sounds. All of them. Cry out for me, gorgeous.”
“Declan.”
He growled. “That’s it.”
“Declan!”
“Louder!”
I drew in a deep breath. “Declan, please!”
My body jolted. Fire filled the marrow of my bones. His hand slid from my neck to my hair before he wrapped his knuckles up tightly in my tendrils. He pulled my head up and my sounds filled the room. The unearthly drones that fell from my weak, chapped lips. How the heck a man could make me feel this way, I had no idea. Used, yet cherished. His toy, yet beautiful.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop, please,” I whispered.
“Never. Never with you,” Declan grunted.
His cock throbbed against my walls. Swelling to a girth that spread me even further. My body collapsed. The entirety of my person went weak at his thrusts. My tits jumped and knees dug further into the mattress as his hips stuttered, his cock pulsing. His balls smacked against my clit, readying me for yet another orgasm. And when my walls clamped down around him, he shoved my face back into the pillow.
“Come for me. Now. Do it, Ciara.”
My walls exploded around him. I groaned into the softness beneath my cheek as his free hand smacked my ass. I yelped at the pain and he did it again. Over and over, until the lines between torture and beauty blended. My eyes fell closed. My juices dripped down my slit. And as he rutted against me like the beautiful beast he was, I felt it.
I felt him still within me.
“Fuck, Ciara. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
His hand rested against my burning ass cheek. His hand released my head as my body collapsed. His cock fell from between my legs as his hot threads of arousal fell against my lower back. His hands fell onto either side of me. He panted for air as his beads of sweat dripped between my shoulders.
And when his cock was done spilling onto my skin, he collapsed against me.
Like the weighted blanket I didn’t know I needed.
10
Declan
I traced my fingertip along the marks on her wrists. My eyes danced along the marks around her ankles. As Ciara slept next to me, I reveled in her beauty. In the way my arousal still crusted itself against her leg. In the way her body beautifully marked itself for me. In the way her hair softly blanketed the pillow as she laid there. Sleeping next to me. With her soft breaths rising and falling in sound along with her chest.
I couldn't wait to try out more things on her.
The sight of her warmed my heart, but the feel of her warmed my cock. I wanted to wake her up with my tongue between her legs. But she needed her rest. I’d open her up to a world of pleasure as time went on. But, for now, she was mine. I was the only man who had ever had her, and the only man who ever would.
The thought made me grin.
“Be right back,” I murmured.
After kissing her forehead, I slipped out of bed. I reached for my boxers and pulled them up my body as I listened to the last of the moving guys drop our shit off in the brownstone. Ciara did well, finding this place. It was updated. Sat along the water’s edge. And the beautiful tinted windows that spanned the back of the brownstone on all levels gave us a gorgeous view of the water.
Especially in the room we’d share for the rest of our lives.
I made my way around the boxes and settled myself in the kitchen. Good. Things had mostly been unpacked in here. I sure as hell didn’t pay these people all the money, I did for nothing. I opened the fridge and found it stocked to the brim with food. Food I wanted to cook for my soon-to-be bride. I pulled out eggs and bacon. Baked beans and stuff to make soda bread. I wanted Ciara to experience a tried-and-true Irish breakfast for dinner tonight.
Something to fill our stomachs before I dragged her off for round two.
I lost myself in the cooking. Not many people knew I cooked. But it was a form of relaxation for me. I pan-fried the eggs and sizzled the bacon next to them. The baked beans went in before being put off to the side. Then, the soda bread came along. Ready to soak up all the goodness left over in that pan before being used as a utensil to scoop up the rest of the food.
And after making us each a plate, I put on a pot of coffee.
Juice and coffee. Food and butter. Jams and honey. I put it all on a massive tray and carried it upstairs. And not a moment too soon. Halfway up the steps, I heard Ciara’s feet touch down against the floor. I grinned to myself as I made my way up the stairs, approaching the doorway of our bedroom.
And when I pushed the door open with my hip, I found a beautiful sight.
“Uh, I—I hope you don’t mind. I’m sorry, it’s just—”
My eyes roamed over Ciara’s body as she wore my button-front shirt. The fabric fell to her knees and hanging off her shoulder.
She looks adorable. “Never apologize for something like that again.”
She nodded softly. “Yes, Declan.”
I set the food on the bed. “Besides, you’ll be naked for me more than clothed. Might as well give me as few layers as possible to rip off.”
She giggled, and the sound shot through my gut. I ushered for her to climb back into bed, and it took all I had not to pin her back down to that fucking mattress. I wanted her to eat, though. She was a bit too thin for my tastes. Her bones showed a bit too much, and I wanted her nourished. Healthy. With just enough excess for my hands to grab.
“Here. Eat,” I said.
I reached for her and put her between my legs. Then, I pulled the tray closer to us. I picked up a piece of the soda bread and dipped it into the baked beans before holding it to her lips, of course. She looked over her shoulder at me and I nodded, holding the food even closer. And when she took a bite, a soft hum fell from her lips.
A sound I never wanted her to stop making.
“Oh, my gosh. This is—”
“More. Eat more,” I said.
With every three bites she took, I took one. Three, then me. Always. I wanted her to have as much food as she wanted. As she needed. Until she was stuffed, happy, and content with herself. It was obvious her father starved her to keep her thin. To keep her ripe for the plucking. But she’d been plucked. And starvation wasn’t something I allowed under my roof.
I had other ways of torturing people, should it come to that.
“May I say something?” Ciara asked.
I took a bite of the baked beans and nodded.
“Of course.”
“I’m really glad we’re out of your mother’s brownstone,” she said.
I grinned. “It’s technically Richard’s brownstone. But, yes.”
“You’re just…more relaxed.”
“I feel more relaxed.”
“Good. That’s really, really good.”
And after a brief pause, something made my lips flap a little more than I wanted them to.
“I haven’t had much of a chance to smile at anything since my brothers and I landed in the States.”
She leaned against me. “That’s a shame. Because you have a wonderful smile.”
Warmth permeated my veins. “Your words are kind.”
“My words are honest. There’s a difference.”
And before she could backtrack, I kissed the top of her head.
“Bold. I like it.”
She let out a shuddering breath. “I didn’t overstep?”
I held the fork up to her lips. “Not at all.”
We interchanged bites for the entire two plates. A woman with an appetite. That was the kind of woman
I wanted. We each had a cup of coffee and she leaned even deeper into my body. Showing me how much she was beginning to trust me. I slipped the tray away from us and wrapped my arm around her. I pulled her close, feeling her nuzzle against my chest. She sipped her coffee slowly, ignoring the juice altogether.
I committed that to memory, too.
Coffee, not juice.
As I stared at the wall, holding this physical embodiment of innocence against me, I wondered something. Why the hell would a girl like her trust a man like myself? We were complete opposites. I had more blood on my hands than she had flowing through her perfect little veins. What the hell was an angel sent from the heavens doing trying to appease a devil like me?
Maybe because you don’t have to be the devil if you don’t want to.
It was an odd thought. I kissed the top of her head mindlessly and heard her giggle. A soft, sweet sound that tugged at my gut. Would I feel like this with her all the time? Would she always pull from me a playful attitude? A smile? A feeling of warmth and goodness?
Maybe I didn’t have to be like the other mob bosses around town. Maybe I didn’t have to be ruthless, and sadistic, and evil in order to get things done.
So long as I have Ciara to come home to at night, anyway.
Maybe I didn’t have to get sucked into the dark side.
Huh. What a fucking thought.
Ciara sighed heavily before she reached her coffee mug out. But I intercepted the reach of her arm. I slid the mug from her hand and set it off to the side, then placed my own down onto the bed.
“Come. I want to see the bathroom,” I said.
She giggled. “I’m sure you’ll see it when you go to the bathroom.”
I nibbled against her ear, growling playfully. And when she laughed, my heart skipped a beat.
“Mmm, you really should have just said so.”
I kissed her temple. “Would you like that?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Why don’t you try?”
Then, my lips slipped back to her ear.
“I want to run the hot water out in the shower fucking you until you can’t speak.”
She let out a shuddered sigh and I pulled her from bed. I scooped her into my arms and took her into the bathroom, marveling at the space we had. No tub, of course. That would have to be changed eventually. Then again, the brownstone did have a hot tub out on the back deck, looking out toward the water. Much more than any of the other brownstones on the block. I walked us into the glass shower and settled her down onto her feet. I turned on the hot water, watching it pour against her creamy skin as she gasped. I tailored the water until it was just right. I watched the steam wrap around her and suddenly became jealous of the vapor.
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