Page 63 of Stolen Sun

Lifting my ankles across my stomach, he pushes his cock deep inside. His body keeps my legs in place long enough for him to grab my wrists, which he puts under my ankles. Both of his hands hold my ankles in place, trapping my wrists. He has me curled into a ball, unable to move.

He smirks. Then he fucks me harder than I thought possible. The look of ecstasy on his face as he uses me for his own pleasure is intoxicating.

“Mm, look how good you take it,” he says, his voice all gravel and breath.

The pressure building radiates heat from my core to the rest of my body. Realizing my hand is close enough to touch myself, I play with my clit. The look on his face intensifies when he notices.

“Dirty looks so good on you,” he says with a grin as he slams into me.

His cock throbs as he comes, and it sends me over the edge right along with him. I’m screaming behind the thong in my mouth and convulsing on his desk while he grinds into me, calling out my name.

When we’re both still, he pulls away. Still holding my ankles, he opens my legs wide and stares at my pussy.

“When this stops dripping, I’m going to fill you up again,” he says as he tucks himself back into his jeans.

Laying perfectly still, I let the weight of what just happened settle over me. I’ve given myself to a sex god who wants to kill my father, but not before he fucks me in completely unexpected places.Who am I?

Declan types on his laptop beside me. He kisses my ankle as though it’s perfectly normal for him to work while I lay on his desk dripping with his come.

The only thing I’ve done for the past five minutes is remove the thong from my mouth. At first, he raised an eyebrow at me. I thought he was going to make me keep it in. Instead, he took it and put it in his pocket.

Laying here exposed to him, I realize the best way to deal with my problem is simple. If I’m going to be with Declan, I need to let him help me. I told him I wanted to face this together, so he has to know what I know.

I turn my head to Declan. Noticing the movement, he stops typing to look at me.

“If I give you the USB drive, could you figure all this out without getting blood on your hands?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Grant gave it to you?”

At first, I’m confused as to why he would ask about Grant. Then, I remember the way Chance laughed at me when I asked how long he had been following me.

“No, I took it off the table when you pulled me from the table.”

Something flashes in his face. He hides it just as quickly. Irritation?

“Good move. I’m not making any promises.”

I roll my head to stare back at the ceiling, thinking it over. Declan traces a finger from the inside of my ankle, up to my knee, and down to my pussy.

“What’s on it?” He asks.

“I still don’t know,” I admit.

“Let’s find out then,” he coaxes, rubbing his palm over my sensitive clit.

“Mm. It’s password protected. With only three, Dec-,” I try to explain.

“Three what?” He asks, removing his hand.

“Three tries every 24 hours. I haven’t tried today. But I’m six tries in and out of ideas.” I finish.

He stares between my legs in awe. He exhales then lowers my legs and helps me sit up. I fix my top then pick up my bag on the edge of his desk to get the drive and hand it over to him.

Plugging it into his computer, he starts typing away. Within minutes, we’re looking at the contents of the file.

“How?” I ask. I tried every password Nate ever used plus his birthday.

“The only thing I know about him is you.” He looks up at me. “And I know that subject better than anyone.”

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