Page 11 of Betrayal and Ruin

CHAPTER 5

ROISIN

What am I doing? Did I just cream Declan fucking McCarthy’s fingers in the backseat of his car with his driver in the front seat? What the fuck is going on right now?

I only have about ten seconds to balk at my own behavior because then Declan opens the door and is out of the car with me in his arms. The fact he moves with the grace of a dancer considering the power of his solid body is mind boggling.

He’s found a way past every wall I’ve put up. I’ve been sweet. I’ve been sassy. I’ve been a little brusque. He hasn’t even batted an eyelash and has taken it in stride while looking at me like he thinks I’m the most beautiful sunset he’s ever seen.

It’s disarming and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. It’s lulling and with a man like Declan, I shouldn’t be lulled into anything. I need to be sharp and ready.

His hands grip my hips as he strides to the front door of his home, which is a large townhouse in a neighborhood I’ve never even considered walking through let alone living in. His driver being able to stop and park right out front is kind of baffling, but I get it. I wouldn’t want to find out I’ve parked in Declan’s spot by accident.

I have zero doubt the man has killed for much less.

The realization of just how dangerous the hands are which are currently roaming over my body has my pussy clenching around nothing. I just came, hard, and I’m ready to go again. This man does wicked things to me, and I feel unable to stop him. Do I even want to?

Not really, if I’m being honest even though I know I should be running in the opposite direction as fast as I can. I wish I could say it’s my father’s order keeping me here, but it’s not. It’s him; it’s Declan.

I gasp when we step inside his beautiful home. The space I can see is all dark wood and luxury finishes. It shouldn’t feel warm and inviting, but it does. It’s surprisingly cozy.

I don’t get to see nearly as much as I want to as the man holding me walks with confidence and barely contained need. The way he’s cradled me against his chest makes me feel small and precious. It makes me feel like he’s protecting me.

Have I ever felt this before?

Never. I soak up every second of it, knowing full well I won’t be able to keep this feeling. Whatever he gives me now will have to sustain me when this whole charade goes pear shaped.

Declan shoulders his way into a huge bedroom which smells like him—sunlight and spice. I take a deep breath and my muscles completely melt against his chest.

He slowly lowers me until I’m standing, but my hands grip his shoulders because I’m far from steady. Everything about this man makes me feel off kilter and being in his room, which looks like him personified, has me losing the battle against keeping the last of my defenses shored. The sound of my coat hitting the ground in a woosh of fabric is loud in the silence of the room, even as my instincts scream at me to beg this man to own every inch of me.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you coming on my fingers, Roisin,” his voice is low and husky, a barely restrained primal sound that goes straight to the neediest parts of me. “I’m going to see you come undone for me over and over again tonight. I can’t wait to bask in your beauty as your cunt milks my cock.”

I fucking whimper, a sound I don’t think I’ve ever made before. Declan spins me slowly, his fingertips skimming down my spine as he unzips the dress he bought. With practiced ease that has jealousy peeking around the corner of my resolve, he slides the straps down my arms. The most expensive thing I’ve ever worn slides down my body before I can stop it.

My fingers itch to reach for it, to save and protect it, but the way Declan’s blue eyes, dark with lust, spear me has me freezing in place. He grips my hips with a possessiveness that has my pussy flooding. He’s still fully dressed, and it does something to me, something wicked.

My hands glide up the center of his chest, the fabric of his dress shirt silky under my palms. Of course, everything about him is expensive. When I slide my hands to his shoulders, I push his coat and suit jacket off at the same time, the need to unwrap the man in front of me like he’s a present riding me hard.

His muscles flex and I almost raise my hand to my lower lip to find out if I’m drooling. He’s not wearing a tie, but the top few buttons of his shirt are undone, and the skin he’s been flashing me all night has been the sexiest fucking tease.

“Mo rós beag,” he groans and it’s one of the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard.

The way his fingers flex on my hips reminds me of how much bigger and stronger the man in front of me is. His palms are rough and calloused as they move around to my back, going up and up and up. He unhooks the strapless lace bra I’m wearing one handed. Knowing he gave it to me only ratchets up my arousal.

“Need you so fucking much, Roisin,” he growls after burying his face in my neck.

“Take me,” my voice wobbles as I push the truth past my lips, “I’m yours.”

“That’s fucking right you’re mine,” he barks, his voice like a whip lashing against my skin.

When he picks me up without warning, I let out a squeak of surprise. The sound turns into a moan as he lays me out on the bed with a reverence that has tears pricking the back of my eyes. Have I ever been touched like I matter? Like I’m delicate?

How does this man know what I need? What I crave?

His hands are unhurried even though I can see the strain of going slowly in the fire burning in his blue eyes. He pulls off one shoe and then the other, discarding them without the care shoes so expensive should be shown.

Declan must be able to read my thoughts on my face because his chuckle is deeply decadent. “I’ll buy you more shoes, Roisin. I don’t give a fuck how much they cost. You should be draped in luxury from head to toe.”

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