Page 70 of Stolen Sun

“It’s time you take me home to meet Mom and Dad,” he says.

“What? Declan, this is bigger than just introducing you to them. They’ve already made plans for me to marry Isaiah. We need to stay away from them all,” I protest.

“There will be no more talk about you marrying anyone but me,” he growls.

“Declan,” I gasp.

“That’s right, baby. My name is the only one that belongs on these lips.”

He kisses me hungrily, slipping his hand under my skirt. His hand grabs my pussy as he slides a finger inside.

“Does the idea of marrying me make you wet, baby?” He asks into our kiss.

I whimper, sucking on his bottom lip.

“Can you be quiet?” He asks.

I nod.

He smirks. “We’ll see.”

His slow movements turn violent. His fingers slam into me.

“Oh, god,” I moan.

He presses his free hand over my mouth, gripping my chin to keep me in place and quiet. My eyes widen as his lips trace down my neck. His hand is relentless. The heat pools at my core, and my hips move against him on their own.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispers.

His eyes meet mine. Brows pinched together. Lips parted. I could get off just staring at him. The orgasm unfolds, and I’m screaming into his hand.

“Good girl,” he says, voice dripping with desire.

He licks his fingers while he holds my stare. His hand slips from my mouth to my throat.

“Have you seen enough art today?” He asks.

I stifle a giggle and nod my head.

He smiles. “Come on before you get us kicked out.”

Declan found a liquor store on the way back to the rental house after dinner. We made drinks and got into the hot tub just in time to watch the sun setting behind the mountains. It’s so beautiful, and my soul feels at peace here.

“Can you believe we ended up here in spite of it all?” I ask, turning to look at him.

“I promised we would,” he says.

I smile and tilt my head. “I’m pretty sure that was just to get in my pants.”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t even own pants,” he says, winking at me.

“Our lives could’ve been so different if my dad would have cared more about my happiness than money,” I say with regret.

He looks at the sunset again, the orange sky reflecting off the gold flecks in his brown eyes. Then, he looks at me with something sinister lurking just below the surface.

Alarm bells ring in my ears at his shift in mood, and I’m covered in goosebumps. He grabs my knees to pull me across the hot tub into his lap. His hard expression mere inches away.

“Noel, he’s a dead man walking.” His voice is low, dripping with rage.

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