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DECLAN

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T he switch that went off in her eyes tells me I pushed her over the edge.

I duck as her flying fist aims directly for my jaw.

She’s powerful, and her punches fucking hurt.

But she craves this and I need to know the truth.

She’s not lying to me.

When the day comes and Vlad feels her wrath, he’s in for it.

“Charlotte!” I shout, trying to snap her out of it.

A punch lands in my gut and winds me.

Ripping off my pads as she lunges at me, I grab her biceps and spin her, pressing her back against the cage.

She kicks and screams, but I hold her still.

“Fuck you!” she shouts, getting an arm free and clocking me straight in the mouth.

Stars fill my vision, and I hiss out in pain, wrapping my hand around her throat as I wipe away the warm blood dripping from my lip.

“Enough,” I tell her firmly.

She blinks at me, looking like she’s just coming back to reality.

Squeezing her throat, I remind her who I am.

I am not him.

Her chest heaves and I watch the rise and fall of her breasts as I lean in.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful when you’re angry,” I whisper, trying to calm her.

“You’ve got a great right hook on you.” I smile against her hot skin.

Holy fuck, fighting with her has left me feeling like I could throw her down right here and fuck her until she forgets the pain of her past.

She turns her head, her lips are a breath away from mine.

I can almost taste her.

I loosen my grip on her bicep with my left hand, which allows her to drag her fingers up my t-shirt, and her hand settles around my throat.

As I stare into her eyes, a feeling of completeness washes over me. Even if I’m radiating pain all over from her attack, I’m on fire from within.

For her and because of her.

She is my inferno.

My gaze flicks between her bright eyes and her plump lips, and as they part, the last shred of restraint I was grasping hold of is shattered.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

She squeezes my throat tighter in response. So, I repay the favor right back at her, pushing her harder into the metal bars by the neck.

“Kiss me and make me forget why I ever hated you, heartbreaker.”

Her breathing quickens and her heart races under my palm. Without wasting another second, she drags me down to her and crashes her lips over mine.

A sinful heaven.

Five years of torture washes away, replaced only by a feral need to claim her.

Sliding her back up the metal, I wrap her legs around my waist and deepen the kiss, moving my hand up to grip each side of her jaw.

When she moans into my mouth, I almost lose it.

“Fuck, yeah. Give me more, baby. Earn your forgiveness,” I say against her lips before going in for another kiss, smothering her and stealing all the air from her lungs.

She belongs to me. All of her.

Her hips start to roll, her hot pussy rubs against my cock.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Keep moving your hips like that, show me how desperate you are for my dick. Beg me to make you feel good, and I might just think about it.”

“Please, Declan,” she gasps as I sink my teeth into her throat.

Digging my fingers into her ass, my other hand strokes the side of her face before sliding behind her head, to the roots of her hair.

Grabbing a handful, I yank her back and devour her neck.

“You like that? It hurts good, right?”

I groan as a little moan escapes her as I tug on her hair again.

“The deeper I sink my teeth in you, the more soaked your pussy is for me. Fucking beautiful, heartbreaker.”

I’m sure she was made just for me.

Mine to bend, to break, to train.

Just all mine.

Her hands run up the back of my head and she grabs my hair, pushing it towards her.

I capture her lips and let my tongue explore.

Letting my fingers play with the top of her tight Lycra shorts, she shivers under my touch, and I grin.

I hiss as I slide them under her panties. She’s drenched for me. Circling her clit, her hips buck against me.

“Mmm, good girl. Nice and wet for me, aren’t you?” I bite on her bottom lip and slide my fingers back to her entrance, and they glide right in.

I let out a hiss as her pussy squeezes me. My dick is aching to be inside of her again.

Her moans grow louder with each thrust, her wetness dripping down my fingers onto my palm.

Sliding in a second digit, she gasps, and I kiss her.

So deep, so passionately.

Desperate for her. She yanks at my hair, her body quivering against me as I up the pace.

“Fuck,” I groan.

“I need to taste you, baby,” I tell her.

And the desire in her eyes gives me all the answers I need. But I don’t take. I wait.

“Words.” I keep my voice firm.

“Do it.” She grins.

In one swift move, I hold her by the waist, and her legs tighten around me as I spin us and lower myself to my knees on the canvas.

Laying her on her back, I yank off her shorts and panties in one go, gripping her thighs and spreading them apart, revealing her glistening, pink pussy on display for me.

I hold onto her hips and raise her up to my face, while she uses her hands on the ground for balance.

I need her to fuck my face more than I need air to breathe.