Page 215 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Declan

Not anyone’s blood, but your blood. That’s what I want to say, but I don’t. Instead, coward that I am, I answer her question with a question. "Does this mean you agree to be whipped by me?"

She pales, then slowly nods.

"Good."

She laughs, and the sound is nervous and edged with fear, but goddamn me, it goes straight to my balls.

"I’m not sure it’s going to be good for me," she mumbles under her breath.

"I’m going to make sure it’s good for you, baby." I turn around, unlock the door, and stalk out of her room, then up the corridor and into my bedroom.

Her gaze goes straight to the whip I have curled on the wall, but I pinch her chin and put enough pressure, so she has to turn her gaze back on me. "I’m not using that one."

"Ah." Some of the tension leaves her body.

"I have a bigger one in my closet."

"What?" She cries out, "A bigger one?" She begins to struggle, and I squeeze her closer. "Relax, I was joking."

"Joking?" She stares at me, then buries her fist in my shoulder. "How could you do that? You pezzo di merda. You testa di cazzo. You—"

I lower my head and close my mouth over hers.

She continues to wriggle in my arms, which means she bounces against the rigid erection in my pants, which grows even thicker.

Her movements slow, and I continue to kiss her.

She parts her lips, and I thrust my tongue into her mouth.

She shudders. I tilt my head, deepen the kiss and inhale her breath.

She moans, stops struggling. Her eyelids flutter closed.

I know the exact moment she stops fighting, for she pushes her breasts forward and into my chest. A pulse flares to life in my belly, in my chest, even behind my eyeballs.

I’ve never felt this way before. I’ve never kissed a woman this deeply before, either.

Without taking my mouth off hers, I walk to my bed and lower her onto it.

When she opens her eyes, I hold her gaze as I straighten and step back from the bed.

She begins to cover herself with her arms, but I shake my head.

She lowers her hands to her sides. Once more, I drag my gaze down her body to her pink-tipped toes. I’ve met and acted with some of the most beautiful women in the world, but none of them come close to her perfection. I reach over to unhook the whip from the wall near the headboard.

Her eyes grow wide, and she follows the motion of the whip as I snap it out. Her shoulders jerk. "A-are you going to use that on me?"

Spread your thighs. Hold open your cunt for me, so I can fuck you with it.

"D-Declan?"

"Turn on your front, Rabbit."

She swallows, then flips over on her front. She pillows her face on her folded arms and glances at me through the curtain of her hair. "What are you going to d-d-do?"

"Hush now." I drag the whip down her spine and goosebumps pop on her skin. I draw it over the curve of her butt, and she clenches her arse-cheeks.

"Relax," I order.

She draws in a breath, then millimeter by millimeter, the tension drains out of her.

"Good girl."

She shivers. I jerk my gaze to hers to find her lips are parted. Her eyelids are heavy, the look in her eyes a combination of fear and anticipation. I trail the whip over the valley between her arse-cheeks, and she swallows.

"Part your legs, baby."

She does. And her ready compliance sends liquid lust shooting through my veins.

My dick pushes against the fabric of my jeans, begging to be let out.

Fucking hell. At this rate I’m going to come in my pants.

I haven't been this aroused since… She threw herself at me and kissed me in her room before her brother interrupted us. What does that mean?

I raise my arm and bring the whip down across her butt.

She yelps.

"Steady now."

I drag the whip across the line of red that blooms across the creamy globes. The lust in my veins catches fire. Sweat beads my forehead. I raise the whip and snap it down, thwack-thwack-thwack, laying a line of welts from just under her tailbone to the crease at her thighs.

She gasps out, her breath coming in pants. When she tries to wiggle away, I place my arm across the small of her back to hold her in place.

"Declan," she yells.

"Did that hurt?"

"What do you think, you faccia di merda?"

"I think if I touched your pussy, I’d find you wet."

She stills, and when I glance at her, there’s a guilty look on her face.

"I’m right, aren’t I?"

"That’s so strange." She swallows. "It hurt when you whipped me. Not too much, but just enough to stimulate my clit."

"Your new favorite word, I see?"

She rolls her eyes. "You can blame yourself for creating a monster."

I frown. Clearly, she’s enjoying our interaction.

If she decides to find her release elsewhere after this— That’s not my problem, is it?

I tighten my hold on the whip. One night.

I get this one night to fuck her out of my system, and then, I’m going to make sure our schedules conflict, so we don't run into each other.

I’ll ensure all of my contacts are aware of the brand-new talent on the pop culture scene.

And yeah, I’ll make sure the known sharks in the industry steer clear of her, and that her manager—who owes me—always has only her best interests at heart and ensures she doesn’t commit the same mistakes I did when I started out in the industry.

But other than that, I’m going to make sure we don’t meet face-to-face at all.

I raise my arm again, and this time, when I bring it down, the sound echoes through the room.

She mewls, and when I spy the single drop of blood that pops against the white of her skin, heat grips my chest. I bend, then lick away the scarlet dot, and the coppery taste goes straight to my head.

I’m losing myself now. A-n-d it’s too late to stop this slide into hell, or heaven, or the combination of both that is her body.

I toss the whip away, reach over, cup her arse cheeks, and begin to massage them.

"Oh, god, that feels… That feels—"

"Good?" I ask.

"It shouldn’t." She winces as I squeeze the abraded flesh. "But it’s only making me more wet."

"Oh, fuck." I bend over and lick the line of red from one side of her arse-cheek to the other. A groan bleeds from her lips. Her entire body shudders. I kneel between her legs, then bend and run my tongue up her slit, all the way to her arsehole.

"What are you doing?" She gasps.

"Shh, let me taste you." I grip her inner thighs and spread them apart, then stab my tongue inside her channel.

"Declan," she huffs. "Oh, god, oh, god, that’s so—" She gasps when I curl my tongue inside her. Then I slip my hand under her pussy and begin to rub her clit.

She groans, then pushes back, riding my tongue. I circle her clit, and she whines. And when I press my heel into the swollen nub, her thighs quiver. Her back curves. Convulsions work their way up her legs, and her inner walls contract.

Oh, fuck! The sensations grip me, my cock now in so much pain, black spots spark around my line of sight.

But this is about her. Her pleasure. I want to make sure she orgasms before I take her.

I want to make our first time together so unforgettable, everything and everyone coming after me will pale in comparison.

My shoulder muscles bunch, my entire body seems to seize up.

If she dares fuck another man, I’ll… I’ll…

Do nothing. She’s not yours. She can’t be. Not when the whipping today is barely the tip of what my tendencies lean toward. I’m not the right man for her, which is why I need to make this night one she’ll remember for a long, long time.

I increase the intensity of my movements, then slide my tongue in and out of her sopping wet pussy.

The vibrations grip her. Her panting is so loud, the sound echoes the beats of my heart. That’s when I straighten.

She stills and turns to glance at me over her shoulder. "What are you doin—"

I haul her hips up, then slap her pussy. "Come right now."