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Song- Vore, Sleep Token.

“ W as that too mean?” I pout at Declan, who has his tattooed hand covering his mouth, tears streaming from his eyes.

“It was perfect. Keep going,” he urges me.

I glance down at the knife still lodged in his dick.

“I think I’ll leave it in. Let the rust marinate.”

“Fuck. You,” Vlad grunts, and I spin to face him.

“Is this the best you’ve got, Vlad? Come on, you used to be so creative with your insults.”

“Emil will come after you for this.”

I roll my eyes.

“I’ll slice up Emil easily. Where is he now, huh?”

His eyes go wide, and a bit more color drains from his face.

“None of your family will come after Charlotte, Vlad. Because she has an entire army protecting her now. Men from Russia, Italy, New York—you name it. Your family can’t step foot in our country. So your threats are meaningless,” Declan tells him.

“Thanks, handsome.” I wink at him, and he blows me a kiss.

“See, I wanted to cut your tongue out. But, actually. I want to hear you hate every second of what's next.”

I tap his cheek and he hisses at me like a damn snake.

I waltz over to Declan and lace my fingers through his, watching Vlad’s nostrils flare.

Gotcha.

“I think it’s time we really showed Vlad who I belong to.”

Declan wraps his arms around my waist.

“What are you suggesting, sweetheart?”

I spin in his arms. I know this man will do anything for me.

“I want you to fuck me in front of my husband. I want you to fuck me so hard that he can see with his own eyes that I never belonged to him. That I have always belonged to you, Declan. This man needs a lesson- that a woman only comes for a man who deserves it.”

Declan's mouth drops open.

“Don’t you dare!” Vlad screams. Declan smirks in response.

“You are mine, baby. All mine, and I’m here to serve you.” He dips his head into my neck and runs his tongue along my skin.

“So tasty. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

A gasp escapes my lips as his hands dig into my ass and he lifts me up. As I link my arms around his neck, a possessive growl escapes his lips.

“This is your moment, but I have rules,” he says in a low tone that only I can hear.

“Rules?” I tip my chin up to look at him.

He nods, his face stern.

“One. He doesn’t get to see you, but he can hear what I’m doing to you.”

I chew on my lip; even in this fucked-up situation, this man will do anything for me, yet still protect me.

“Agreed. Only you get to see and feel.”

He squeezes my ass harder.

“Good girl,” he growls.

“Two. If you change your mind, you want me to stop, you want this to end, you say Decadence. Okay?”

“Like a safeword?” I whisper.

“Exactly that. I’ll do everything I can to switch your brain off so we can give him the grand finale he deserves before he dies. Let’s show him how fucking powerful you are.”

A vicious smirk grows on his beautiful face, and I smile.

“Not just how powerful I am, how I belong to you, Declan.”

His hand cups my face as he leans in and steals my lips.

“I fucking love you, heartbreaker. Now you better be soaking for me. Are you?”

He keeps kissing me, walking us back towards the far wall until my spine beats against the wood.

His hand slides under the band of my leggings and panties, and I tighten my grip around his neck.

“Getting there. Hands above your head,” he orders, and I do as he says, resting them on the wall.

“Good.” He slides two fingers inside me and I gasp, my chest flushing with heat.

“Let me hear it. Who do you belong to, Charlotte?”

He pulls them out and thrusts them back in all the way to the knuckle, making me cry out.

“You,” I pant.

He shakes his head and I bite my tongue.

“You can do better than that, sweetheart.”

“Who.” thrust. “Do.” thrust. “You.” thrust. “Belong to?”

This time he pushes inside and twists his fingers.

“Declan Quinn. I belong entirely to Declan Quinn. I always have, and I always will.”

His lips crash over mine, our teeth clattering as a raw hunger takes over.

He withdraws his fingers and drags them up my slit. With a light slap on my clit, I scream out, arching my back and squeezing my eyes shut.

“Declan!” I scream.

He lightly circles my clit with his thumb and keeps the rhythm with his fingers, sending me into a needy frenzy for him.

“Please, sir. I need you.”

With the adrenaline pounding through my veins and the heat of his touch as his free hand wraps around my throat, I’m so close to falling apart for him.

“What do you want, exactly, Charlotte?” he asks.

“I want you to make love to me. I want you to come inside me and not let a drop come back out. I want to be marked from the inside as yours.”

His brow arches and he licks his bottom lip with a grin.

“You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel you clenching around my fingers. So needy for me. So fucking perfect,” he groans as I roll my hips against him.

“Look at you, baby. Coming apart for me, and we haven’t really started.”

The admiration, laced with pure hunger, only fires me up further.

“You. Declan. Only ever you.” I tell him, looking into those blue eyes.

He releases his grip on my neck and slides his hand up my arm, being careful of the rope burns as he laces his fingers through mine.

“Hold onto my shoulders, it’s going to be fast, hard, and rough, baby. We need to get out of here. I’ll worship you once we get home, I promise.” He nips at my neck as my arms float down and I grip onto him.

“Deal,” I whisper.

He chuckles and sinks his fingers in deeper; my eyes flutter closed and I suck in a breath.

“Good. Because it wasn’t a question. Mine, remember?”

Butterflies erupt in my stomach. I am his. And soon, we can have the future I once dreamed about. The one I even started writing about.

Our ‘what if’ is no longer a fantasy. It's our reality.

I glance over his shoulder and set my sights on Vlad. His black eyes glaring at me, the vein on his forehead pulsing as he grits his teeth.

“Slut,” he screams, but his insult bounces off of me.

He can’t get to me now. Not his words, his actions. He is dead to me, and soon to the rest of the world.

“Ignore him. You’re my slut, though.” Declan winks, and I giggle.

“I’ll get you screaming and your blood pounding, you won’t even be able to hear that fucker.”

I nod, rolling my hips harder against his hand.

As he removes his fingers, he brings them up between our faces and rests two of them on my lips.

“Taste what daddy does to you,” he whispers, and I melt, parting my lips for him.

He slides them on my tongue, and I close my mouth, sucking them clean.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come in my pants if you carry on. I’ve never been so goddamn turned on in my life,” he groans as he withdraws them with a pop from my mouth.

I shake my head and grin mischievously.

“Not today, I want all of it in me.”

He grunts as he gets to work unbuckling his belt frantically.

“Be careful, heartbreaker. Keep talking like that, I’ll have no choice but to fuck a baby into you.”

A spark lights up his eyes as he speaks, and he pulls down my leggings on one side, only revealing the leg that Vlad can’t see.

My heart races as the thick head of his cock pushes against my entrance.

“Stretch around me, baby. Relax. You can take it. You’ve done it perfectly a lot of times. Let me in,” he whispers, his fingers stroking my cheek as he inches his way inside of me.

“Fuck me, heartbreaker. So fucking tight and all mine.”

My fingers dig into his shirt as he thrusts all the way in one swift motion. I scream out and his lips slam over mine.

“I want those for now,” he tells me between kisses.

With one hand on my neck, the other on my ass holding me in place against the wall, he pounds into me.

Each one steals my breath. Our moans grow louder. Faintly, I can hear the grumbles of Vlad. I hope he’s dying inside.

Because I’m not. I’m freefalling into heaven with Declan.

“My good girl,” he praises, and sparks fly, igniting from my head to my toes.

He works his lips down my jaw and starts to nip at my skin.

“So, beautiful.”

His words keep my head where it needs to be. Right with him.

“You feeling good, baby?” he asks, pulling back and studying me. I open my eyes and see that pure desire on his face, and I nod.

“Never better,” I tell him.

“Good. Now, let the room hear who you belong to.”

He relentlessly pounds into me, squeezing my throat and smothering me with praise and kisses.

“Fuck, Declan,” I scream at the top of my lungs as my body explodes.

“I’m about thirty seconds away from spilling my load. Come for me, my gorgeous girl. Let me feel it.”

With a few final thrusts and a hard slap on my ass, even through the leggings, the pain radiates through me. I dive off the edge and let the most violent orgasm I have ever encountered shatter me. My hips work on their own accord, my needy pussy taking what it needs from him.

“Open your eyes,” he commands, and they fly open, looking directly into his as he grunts, his warmth filling me up.

My entire body shakes in his arms as I ride the wave of my climax. My gaze flicks over to Vlad, who has his eyes squeezed shut, almost painfully, and I smile.

Fuck him. I hope this hurt his ego as much as his dick hurts right now.

“Back with me.” Declan grabs my cheek and presses his nose against mine.

“I am so proud of you, heartbreaker,” he whispers, lightly stroking his thumb along my skin.

As he slowly pulls his dick out, he swiftly replaces it with his hand, cupping my throbbing pussy, and my eyes go wide.

“You wanted it all?”

My mouth drops open and a gasp of pleasure escapes me as he slides his warm fingers back inside me.

He leans in, pushing his chest against me, sinking them in as deep as they go.

“Be a good girl, go and kill your husband with my cum dripping down your thighs.” His deep voice vibrates through me.

“Thank you.” I grab his face and press a kiss to his lips.

I don’t think he will ever realize just how much this means to me. To have him beside me, my fierce protector. Even if I am strong, I deserve to have someone with me to fight alongside me. To take some of the weight of the battle sometimes.

I don’t need saving.

But I do need protecting, perhaps sometimes from myself.

I need him like I need air to breathe. He brings me to life and brings me hope for a future.

With him, I can take on the world.

He delicately slides back up my panties and leggings and places my feet down on the ground.

“I’ll be right behind you. Do whatever you need to, no judgement here.”

“I love you,” I say with my whole chest.

“And I love you, heartbreaker. More than you could ever imagine.”

“Enough!” Vlad cries out behind us.

We burst out into laughter.

“I can’t wait to never hear that annoying fucking voice again,” I mumble under my breath, and Declan steps out of my path.

“Go get him, heartbreaker.”

He taps my ass as I walk past him and I jump. Wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes from my rough fucking against a barn wall.

“Whore,” Vlad bellows, and I ignore his existence, breezing past him to the shelf filled with weapons.

Or pig gutting equipment and farm shit, I guess.

Humming to myself, I tap my chin.

I want this over with. A gun is too easy for all the pain he’s caused me.

Swiping my finger over the big carving knife, I pause. He isn’t worth my time gutting him alive.

I keep pondering over to the next shelf, and a light goes off in my brain as I stop in front of the fuel canister.

Picking it up, I turn back to Declan, who nods approvingly at my choice. That gives me a jolt of energy to get back over to Vlad. Placing it by my feet, I reach forward and rip out the rusty blade from his dick.

I can’t help myself as my fingers twitch around the handle, but to let out my anger and drive the knife straight into his gut. As it pierces his flesh, a little bit of joy creeps back into me.

“Declan, can you help me pour this over his head.”

Before I finish my sentence, he is beside me, his hand on my hip.

“Of course, I can.” He presses a kiss to the side of my head before bending down to pick it up.

He easily flicks off the lid and gets to work dousing Vlad, splashing it in his face first, before continuing to ensure every inch of him is fueled for the fire.

“You will pay for this,” Vlad seethes.

“Maybe.” I shrug.

“Or maybe not. No one really gives a shit about you, you worthless piece of shit.” I jab my fist as forcefully as I can into his nose, hard enough to feel the bone snap.

Shaking out my hand, I laugh to myself.

“Sorry, that felt good.”

Declan smiles and kicks the canister away from us.

“You do whatever you have to. Can I have a go?” he asks.

“Only if you put those brass knuckles back on. I wanna see how many teeth you can get out this time.”

I look up at Vlad’s already swollen and bleeding face as Declan releases a punch that resonates with a thud around the barn.

“Damn. Good hit,” I tell him, and he winks.

Vlad heaves for air, fresh blood dripping over his eyes as Declan removes the metal from his hands.

I pause, looking between the men.

The man who kept me caged, who abused me, and made me a monster.

And the other, the one who taught me how to live again, who opened my heart back up. He gave me light when no one else could. A daughter to protect and fight for.

Perhaps everything does happen for a reason.

And for us, it was to form a path that leads to each other.

“I’m ready,” I tell Declan firmly.

He slides his hand in mine and squeezes, slowly retreating us away from my flailing husband. Declan digs inside his jacket pocket and holds out the lighter in front of me.

“You do the honors, heartbreaker.”

Wiping my palms on my leggings, I take the cool metal in my palm. The same lighter he used to almost burn us in the library to prove a point, that I am his and we will burn together.

Flicking it open, I roll the flint wheel so the flame dances in front of my eyes.

It’s time to do what I need to.

Burn the old Charlotte. The evil and the trapped.

Maybe Vlad is right, and one day I will end up in hell with him. But until then, I’ll do my damn best to flip the script and redeem myself by being the best mom I can be to Isabella. And the best partner to Declan I can be.

For the first time in ten years, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. But now, I need to burn down the fucking tunnel and make a new path.

Squeezing Declan’s hand, I launch the lighter at Vlad’s chest. It quickly consumes him, a blaze engulfing him.

His terrified and agonizing cries make me smile. I watch as he struggles, tugging frantically at the ropes as his skin is melted from his body.

Declan keeps walking us back towards the exit. With each step, Vlad gets weaker and weaker, and we wait in silence by the door for his body to go limp.

I need to know that asshole is dead so he can’t haunt me any longer.

Turning to Declan, he studies me, and tears fill my eyes.

“Take me back to our baby, Declan,” I whisper.

“Home, heartbreaker. We’re all going home.”