Page 64 of Surrender

"You've been a very good girl, Serenity," he whispers against the shell of my ear. It sends a shiver down my spine.

"I have?" My voice is a tiny squeak, unsure of what game we're playing.

He nods and licks a hot path up my neck and around my ear before nipping the lobe of it.

"Good girls do what they're told."

A lick, a suck, a bite.

"Good girls put up with my parents' stupidity."

Another lick. Another suck. Another bite.

"Good girls learn ASL because I mentioned it in passing that my sister is deaf."

Another lick. Another suck. Another bite.

And I whimper.

I'm so completely at his mercy, and he's radiating so much masculine need I'm a bundle of wood just ready to ignite.

"And do you know what good girls get?"

I steal a glance into his eyes, now that he's pulled back enough, I can see them. But I shake my head. Because I don't know what good girls get.

"They get rewarded. They get to come. They get their virginity taken by someone who knows what they're doing and will make it good for them."

I swallow audibly, and he tracks the movement with his eyes.

"Do you want to be rewarded, Serenity?"

The deathly calm of his voice is betrayed by the shivering and twitching of his muscles. He's a man barely restrained. And I don't want him restrained. I want him feral for me. I want to see him lose his control and become a beast because of me.

I nod a little too enthusiastically, and his responding chuckle is low and menacing.

My body erupts in goosebumps and my skin is clammy hot. Before I know what's happening, he ducks low, shoves his shoulder into my stomach and rises, flipping me over his shoulder.

I squeal.

"Dec! Put me down! I'm too heavy for you!" I plead, pushing up on his back to right myself. Instead of putting me down, however, he slaps my ass - hard. The sharp sting of the slap sends heat flooding my core and a soft moan escaping my lips.

An embarrassing mewl escapes my lips, but instead of laughing, Declan kicks open his bedroom door with his foot, takes two strides to the bed and tosses me onto the mattress.

The heat I can see in his eyes has my thighs clenching. I've seen Declan turned on. I've seen him, concentrating at work. I've seen him when he doesn't think I'm looking. But I have never seen this look on his face. His hooded eyes scan me from my feet all the way to the top of my head, but there's a predatory smile on his lips and a victorious set to his shoulders. The slit in the dress next to my thigh has widened, giving him an excellent view of my leg.

If any other man gave me this look it would terrify me. If any other man threatened to take my virginity, I'd run screaming.

But this is Declan. My Declan. And nothing he does scares me anymore.

He kneels on the bed, removing his suit jacket and tossing it unceremoniously onto the floor. My hands itch to take off his button-down, to strip him naked, to touch his skin, but a part of me is also nervous about doing the wrong thing. He likes to be in control, so I'll let him.

His large hand wraps around my ankle, and the shot of adrenaline for even being only a little restrained has my heartbeat pounding in my ears. But instead of restraining me, hegently takes off my one heel, before repeating the motions with the other.

He reaches a hand out, and motions for me to stand.

He swings his feet around so he's sitting on the side of the bed and guides me to between his knees.

He dips his head down, kissing one hipbone before kissing the other. Gently turns me away from him and guides the zipper of my dress down my back to the top of my ass. He bends again and kisses the hollow of my lower back just above each ass cheek. He follows the kisses with his thumbs.

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