Page 23 of Inferno

Chapter 7

DECLAN

“Finn, keep an eye on Con at the bar. I’m just going to check if your room is ready yet at reception,” I call out as I slide my sunglasses back over my eyes and get up off the lounge chair.

Finn has made it clear he isn’t staying in the same room as Conan. And the resort didn’t have both of their rooms ready when we arrived.

Some sort of mix-up with a brother and sister needing two rooms, not one.

Makes sense. I won’t stay with my siblings either.

As I head in, I’m greeted by the young receptionist, offering me a bright smile as she wiggles her fingers at me.

I flash her a grin, but something catches my eye moving out the front through the windows.

I hold up my finger.

“I’ll be back in one minute,” I tell her, intrigue getting the better of me.

The closer I get, I blink, pushing my sunglasses to the top of my head.

Is that?

The electric doors open as I jog outside.

“Like a pretty little thing like you could hurt me,” the short man laughs, and rage consumes me.

As I step forward, the dark-haired woman grabs him by the neck and puts him in a headlock.

I’m too stunned to move.

In awe but panic and confusion, too.

In one swift move, she jabs her hand into his arm, making him release his grip on her purse, and I swear to God, his body goes limp.

I quietly take a step forward. She knows what she’s doing.

“Fucking men,” she mutters, and I try not to laugh.

Her sweet voice. Her dainty yet athletic figure.

She drops him down on the ground with a sigh. When he starts to groan, I step closer.

Lifting my foot to hold him in place by the throat, but as I do, I see her clenched fist—hurtling straight towards my dick.

She lands it before I can protect myself.

“Fuck,” I cry out. Doubling over, I grab hold of my manhood for dear life.

The pain.

It’s in every vein, muscle, and bone. All of me.

I suck in a breath through my teeth.

“What the fuck?” I hiss.

Still unable to stand up. It’s throbbing. My dick has a pulse in the worst possible circumstance.

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