Page 17 of Vow of Vengeance (Destruction & Vengeance Duet #2)

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Declan

Soren Palmer asking me to explain why I love her is like somebody asking me to explain why the sky is blue, why we need water to survive, why we exist on this rock floating around the sun.

It's a fact I've accepted, just as I accepted the rest of it.

Because the reason doesn't fucking matter.

But maybe she doesn't know that. I loved her from the first moment I saw her, even when I wanted to ruin her.

Isn't that what love is? A sister to hatred, a friend to obsession?

I pull her away by her hair because I can't possibly pull my own lips from her, growling in protest of my own actions. Her eyes are hazy, bewildered as she searches for an explanation. There is no explanation. "I fucking love you."

Her eyes widen a little and she looks like she's about to protest, so I raise a finger to her lips, silencing her.

"You want answers, but I don't have them.

I don't know why my heart beats unless the reason is because it's keeping me alive for you.

I don't know why there's air in my lungs unless it's so that I can breathe it into you.

I don't know why I exist if it isn't because I was fucking made for you, Soren Palmer.

You broke through the static. You made me feel alive again.

You made me see color in a world that's been gray for as long as I can remember. "

My chest is heaving, desperate to make her understand that I can't quantify any of it.

"I'm sorry that I can't give you answers, little bird, but I promise that is the only thing I can't give you.

Anything else you could ever want or need is yours.

My bank account, my company, my fucking heart. All I want is you... all of you."

She stares at me like I've said something insane, but all I've said is the truth. I don't regret a bit of it; just like knowing why I love her, it won't change the fact that I do. It won't make any of what I've said untrue.

"And a baby." She whispers, her voice fading a little. She clears her throat to try again. "I mean, you want a baby, too."

"As many as you'll give me." I correct her. "Or as many as I can make you give me."

She laughs, as if she thinks I'm joking.

I'm not.

"This is insane." She laughs again. "What even is this thing we're doing? What are we?"

"We're inevitable." I tell her. "I don't think we need a label beyond that."

"You don't think we do, huh? Well, good, then that's what I'll tell my friends when they ask... 'Declan didn't want to give it a label'." She rolls her eyes, clearly angry with me.

I like her anger.

"My whore?" I suggest, skating my fingertips down her throat and watching the way it bobs as she swallows her anger.

"My obsession?" I let my fingers turn to a collar and set it at the base of her neck, watching her dark lashes flutter.

"My wife?" I let go of her hair, using that hand to brush against her thigh, slipping beneath the fabric of her dress.

She skipped the pantyhose this time... and the panties, too, it turns out. I want to say it was for me, but maybe it was because she was rushing. She didn't put on a bra, either. It's my lucky day.

Soren bites her lip to hold onto a moan as I hike her leg up with my knee, spreading her open for me. I hear the jingle of the collar as Roxy jumps down from the couch and pads away, and I'm grateful she doesn't see what I'm about to do.

I use my other knee to spread her wider, making her lose her balance so that she has to hop onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I walk her backwards, toward the window and snatch her dress over her waist, throwing it on the floor.

Pinned between me and the window, she gasps, and I don't know if it's because she's worried about someone seeing or because of how quickly I free my cock from my pants, letting them drop to the floor. I don't waste another second not being inside of her, letting her hot body pull me in eagerly.

I stay like that, buried in her. If I move, I feel like I could come apart already, but I won't let her know that. I enjoy the sweet torture of being embedded, the two of us connected with nothing else between us, her pussy pulsing around me. Fuck, the feeling is unreal.

"Which one?" I ask, stroking her throat, watching her wild eyes as she clenches me, trying to create the friction she craves.

"What?"

"Which one?" I ask again, pressing a kiss against her neck, right above my fingers.

"My..." She stutters, her cheeks pinking. "My pussy. Come in my pussy."

I laugh, jostling us both as she jumps at the movement, moaning. "Declan..."

"That wasn't what I meant. I am absolutely going to come in your sweet pussy, Ren. Have no doubt about that."

"Then what-? "

"Which title do you want? What do you want to be to me, little bird?"

"Please," she moans, her lashes fluttering again. "I need you to move."

"I will," I promise. "Once you tell me what you want to be..."

"Yours." She swallows, looking at me for more explanation. "I want to be yours."

"My what?" I prompt, smirking at the look of pain on her face.

She wants me to fuck her so bad, and I want to. But I also don't want to give up the moment, the all-consuming feeling of being wrapped inside of her.

"Your whore. Your wife. Your toy. All of it. I just want to be yours."

Her words are like a beautiful promise. So, then a collar or a ring. I wonder if I really have to choose.

"You are mine." I tell her before kissing her softly, deeply. She's so hungry for me that she sucks in shuddering breaths as I do, squeezing my cock with her warm walls to try and spur me into action. Impatient little thing.

I'll have to work on that some other time.