Page 65 of Declan

She’s staring up at me intently, then her eyes flutter closed as she leans into my touch, and I use that moment to raise my hand and wrap my fingers around her neck.

Her eyes fly open immediately, and she grabs onto my wrist with both of her hands, pulling on me as she struggles against my hold, but I tighten my grip, taking her air. She lashes out, her leg coming up forcefully, and I barely manage to turn my body and deflect her knee from hitting me in the balls.

I push into her, pressing the front of my body against hers, taking away any further opportunity for her to attempt another potshot at me. It only takes her a few moments to realize she can’t force her way free.

She quiets then, her eyes suddenly becoming heavy, and I ease my grip on her neck, allowing her to take in some air so she doesn’t pass out.

I may be angry, but I don’t want to actually hurt her. Even if I find out she did betray me, I still wouldn’t hurt her. Regardless of whether she’s my wife by choice or by force, she will remain my wife until the day I take my last breath.

I drop my head and look into her eyes, and I don’t see any fear there—just anger and stubbornness.

“Did you kill him, Issa?” I ask mildly. “Did you kill him and think maybe you can pin it on me?”

Her palm connects with my cheek so quickly that I don’t see it coming, and she hisses through gritted teeth, “You want me to confess some huge betrayal to validate your deep urge to hurt me, is that it?” I shake my head, but I don’t release my grip on her neck, and she continues, “Fuck you, Declan. You don’t get to expect blind loyalty from me and not provide me with the same courtesy.”

“What the fuck are you talking about ‘blind loyalty’?” I spit out, giving her a small shake as she continues to glare at me, not at all deterred by my rough handling.

“Trust me, Issa,“ she mocks. “Did you come over here to fill me full of nonsense just to get one last fuck? Is that it?”

My eyes widen in disbelief that she would say something so vile to me, but then I blink, and I recognize the challenge in her eyes. She’s just giving as good as she’s getting, and I wouldn’t want to disappoint her.

I squeeze her neck more firmly, then lean in close and say, “Do you think that just because I’m a slave to you, I won’t stuff that pretty mouth with my cock?”

“Go ahead, you asshole,” she spits out. “Do you worst.”

She’s still giving me that same obstinate look, but now, she’s almost gloating, thinking I won’t rise to the challenge and follow through on my threat.

I want to. I want to force her to her knees and ram my dick so far down her throat she chokes on it. But I also recognize that I’ve never pushed her that hard before. Up until a couple of weeks ago, she was still a virgin, so it seems kind of soon for a thorough throat-fucking.

She laughs, drawing my focus back to her face as she taunts, “That’s what I thought, you fucking pussy.”

I growl deep in my chest, my hand tightening on her throat while my other hand moves to the back of her head, and I yank her off the wall, pulling her back across the living room, where I use my grip on her head to toss her across the sofa.

She attempts to scramble, to roll onto her stomach so she can crawl away from me, but I grab her shoulders and flip her onto her back, quickly straddling her chest so she’s trapped beneath me.

I unbuckle my belt, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, my eyes on her face as I grab onto my hard dick and pull it free of my underwear. I stroke myself a few times, watching her watching me, and then I ask, “Do you like that, doll face?”

She blinks as if she forgot what she was doing, and then she glares at me as she spits out, “Fuck you.”

I reach a hand out and grab her by the hair at the base of her skull, pulling her head forward at an awkward angle as I shift closer and say, “I told you to stop running your fucking mouth, or I’d fill it,” and then when she opens her mouth to respond, I push my dick between her lips, shoving half my length in without hesitation.

She chokes, most likely from shock more than anything else, and when she attempts to pull back, I hold her steady, shoving another inch into her until she chokes for real. Her eyes widen as I continue to press in deeper, sliding in even further as her face reddens and her eyes tear.

I wait another beat, then back off, allowing her a few moments to cough and gasp for air before shoving my dick between her lips again, this time pushing right to the back of her throat and holding myself there until the tears fall.

When I pull out, a long line of saliva follows, and I reach out and gather it up with my free hand, shoving my dripping fingers back into her mouth until she gags around them.

I yank my fingers from her mouth, immediately shoving my dick back in, but this time, I thrust in and out a few times between intermittent pauses at the back of her throat.

She moans around me, and I’m relieved she appears to be somewhat enthusiastic, taking some comfort in the fact she knows how to stop me if or when she decides she’s had enough.

I stare down at her, my heart pounding in my chest, my balls tightening at the picture she makes. Tears stream from the corner of her eyes, snot and drool smeared across her face, and once again, I pause with my dick shoved all the way into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of her trying to swallow around me and failing.

I meet her eyes, expecting to find anger or nervousness, but all I see burning back at me is triumph and desire, and it’s this that has me pulling out of her mouth. I continue to stare down at her as she gulps in air and then gasps, “Declan, please.”

I search her eyes, my hands resting on the tops of my thighs, and I adjust my body so less of my weight is on her chest as I ask, “What is it, doll face? What do you need?”

She swallows, panting for breath. “You. I just need you.”

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