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Declan finished cleaning up dinner and then came back to the table where I was still sitting by myself since Shelly had excused herself saying she needed sleep. My mind was working in overdrive trying to figure out what we needed to talk about. It wasn't helping that I was mentally picturing myself spilling the truth about his parents to him by accident. I gulped down the rest of the wine in my glass and then poured myself another.

He was standing at the opposite end of the table with his arms crossed over his chest. The sleeves of his sweatshirt were pushed up to his elbows, showing off all of his black and grey tattoos.

Finally getting the courage to look up at him, he moved his head to the side telling me it was time. Taking another long sip of wine I rose to my feet and followed him down the hall to the bedroom I had woke up in earlier.

Flicking on the light switch when he entered the room, he held out his hand for me to walk past him into the room. I forced myself to walk inside and stood in the center of the room chewing on the inside of my cheek, trying not to look at him. My nerves were on end. I blew out a silent breath through parted lips and took another drink.

"Sit down." He said, closing the door behind him. The click of the door make my shoulders tense for a moment.

I sat at the edge of the bed, biting my bottom lip like that would somehow help ease the tension. Before I could have another sip of wine, Declan came and took the glass from my hand, putting it on the nightstand next to the bed along with his phone and keys.

"I want you to have a clear mind for this. This is important." He spoke, taking off his sweatshirt and tossing it on the floor. Declan moved to sit on the bed so his back was resting against the headboard with one leg stretch out while the other was bent so he could rest his arm on his knee.

Staying at the edge of the bed, I pulled my legs up and crossed them. My fingers twisting together from my nerves.

"You played with fire, little one." His tone made me feel like I was having one of those conversations with my dad where he would say something like 'I'm not mad at you Scarlett, just disappointed.'

"Alex must be real fucking nervous right now. He was supposed to have retrieved the ledger to give to Anatoly, that's why your dad's house was raided but you found it first. When Anatoly finds out that you were the one who stole it and Alex let you get away, you both are going to be in deep shit."

"He threatened me," I mumbled, not able to remember how much I had told Declan about my encounter with Alex earlier.

"I know. He had made the same threat to me the other night." Declan said. My eyes traveled up to him. He looked like he was reliving something in his mind, the way his brows were pulling together.

"He threatened you too?" I asked.

Declan sighed. His hand moved down to rub his thigh, his face scrunching like he was in pain. "In a way."

My brows furrowed at his vague answer.

"He said they're planning on kidnapping you. Now that your dad's," He stopped when he saw my eyes start to tear at the mention of my father. "No longer with us. They have no reason to keep you around. If I don't leave you alone and keep my nose out of their business then your fate will be worse." Declan seemed uncomfortable as he repeated Alex's words.

"Yea, he said the same to me before I found the thumb drive." The gravity of the situation just became ten times heavier. It wasn't just Alex saying it to me to get me to give up the thumb drive, he was serious. It felt like someone was sucking the air out of the room. I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, resting my chin on my knees.

"So what now, I stay here for a couple of days, lay low and then go back home?"

His voice was low as he spoke. "You can't go home anymore."

I felt my mouth turn dry. "But I-"

"This is not up for a debate, Scarlett."

"What about my friends, they'll-"

"The friends who knew what Jay tried to do to you that night and still let him come around? The friends who purposefully invited Jay to that bar they took you to? Those friends?" He asked sarcastically, raising a brow at me.

Biting my lip, I looked down at my fingers as they kept fidgeting nervously. "Well, what about all those cameras at my place? Can't you just have one of your cronies post up outside my apartment? What about that guy, Ben? The one who drove me home from The Atlantic. I can't stay at your mom's house forever."

Declan was silent for a moment with his eyes cast down to his own fingers that were twirling a silver ring he had on his middle finger. "You'll stay with me."

"What about Desmond? Won't me staying with you get you in trouble?" I questioned.

"Let me worry about Desmond." He responded, finally looking up at me.

"Declan, I can't stay with you."

"Jesus Christ, Scars!" His voice boomed through the room. Sitting up so that he was closer to me he spoke through clenched teeth. "For once in your life can you not fight me?! The moment they find out where you are they will torture you or worse until you give up the information." Declan choked on his words. He was breathing heavily through his nose, his fists clenching until his knuckles turned white.

Taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair he calmed himself. "I can't let that happen to you. I won't let that happen to you."

Watching his visceral reaction to the idea of me being in danger made something in me click. I let my lip go from between my teeth and moved closer to him so that I was on my knees between his spread legs. His hand reached out to me, cupping my cheek as he brought me into him. I placed my hands on his chest and could feel his heart hammering inside is chest. The same as mine.

"You're staying with me, Scarlett. I'll fucking kill every last one of them before I let them get their hands on you." His words rumbled through his chest as he spoke.

His hand slides from my face to the nape of my neck. His free hand wraps around my wrist and takes my hand from his chest, lacing his fingers with mine. Declan closes the small space between us, our lips crashing together. Within seconds his teeth are biting my bottom lip hard enough to make me gasp. His tongue brushes against my bottom lip before it meets with mine. I can taste the mint and cigarettes on his tongue.

Our heads tilt so that the kiss can deepen more. A moan slipping from my lips into him. Sliding my arms around his neck, I press my chest against his wanting to be as close as possible. I can feel my nipples start to tighten from the heat of his body against mine. Cupping my cheeks, he pulls away to look down at me with hooded eyes, his heavy breaths fanning across my face.

"I wasn't expecting this." I whispered sheepishly.

He brushes his nose against my cheek, kissing along my jaw. "Expecting what, little one?"

I tried to pull back but his grip on me tightened, keeping me pressed to him. I huffed, resting my forehead against his shoulder. "Falling for you."

Declan laughed through his nose. He leaned back, hooking his finger under my chin to pull me from him so he could look into my eyes. "You and me both, baby."

He pressed a long kiss to my forehead. "I think it was your strip tease." He spoke against my skin.

"Oh god," I couldn't help but laugh, smacking his chest.

The phone he had left on the night stand started to buzz, stopping him from what he was about to say. He rolled his eyes, leaning over to silence it. I shimmied closer and started to place kisses on his cheek until I got to his lips. He hummed before wrapping his arm around my waist, flipping us so we were laying on the bed facing each other.

He pushed a lock of my hair behind my ear and trails his fingers down my jaw leaving goosebumps in his wake. My eyes flutter shut, his touch making me shiver. His thumb brushes my lips and impulsively I take it between my teeth and close my lips around it.

I look up to see his eyes dilate while I start to swirl my tongue around the pad of his thumb as I suck. Declan lets out a low groan, his eyes watching my lips around his thumb. Opening my mouth I stick out my tongue as far as I can, widening it and run it along his thumb, not daring look away. I capture his digit again, sucking hard until he takes it from my mouth with a loud pop.

Declan's eyes shut for a moment before he grips the back of my thigh, bringing it up over his hip and pulling me closer to him. I can feel his hard cock pressing against me making the heat between my spread legs start to pool while his palm moves to my ass, kneading the muscle.

Running my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck I use it to pull him towards me. My tongue dipping out to lick his bottom lip before taking it between my teeth. This pulls another low growl from him making him push his cock harder against me.

My head dips back from the pressure against my needy clit, my walls clenching around nothing. My voice needy and trembling as I moan out his name.

A sly smirk tugs at his lips as he hums with approval at how I'm starting to sound needy.

Declan pushes up, moving my leg off of him so that I'm laying on my back and tugs his t-shirt over his head, revealing his tattooed chest and tosses it to the corner of the room. He reaches down and does the same to me, leaving me in my black bra.

His hooded eyes travel over me. I can feel my cheeks turning red as I'm trapped under him. His smile spreading while he works to unbutton my jeans and pull them down my legs. The cold air of the room against my hot skin has more goosebumps forming.

I reach up to his waist and start to work to unbuckle his belt but my fingers fumbled from how nervous I am. Chuckling, he moves my hands away so he could easily take his belt from his pant loops and then drops it to the floor. I manage the button and zipper of his jeans before he backs up and steps down onto the floor.

He stays there for a moment, raking his eyes over me as I lay on the bed in my bra and panties, jeans still pooled around my ankles. He removes my pants from my legs, his hands instantly returning to my thighs.

Running his fingers slowly up my thighs he arrives at the hem of my soaked panties. He wraps his fingers around the waistband and slowly pulls them down off my legs.

My thighs clench together, desperate for friction. Desperate to feel his fingers on me.

Leaning back, I watch his chest rising and falling as he takes in my image. Declan pulls down his own pants leaving him standing there in his gray briefs. The impressive size of his erection straining under the fabric. When he catches me staring I can't help but blush.

Smirking at my reaction, he leans over the bed and crawls up so that he's on top of me, caging me under him. His middle finger runs up from my navel until he's right under my bra then dips his hand under me. I arch my back up off the bed so he can have easier access to unclip it. It's off within seconds and thrown onto the floor with the rest of our clothes.

The phone on the night stand starts buzzing again before Declan can lean back and see his work. Letting out a frustrated groan he reaches over and silences his phone.

"It might be important." I say, not realizing I was breathing so heavily.

He raises up on his knees and looks down at me, taking me all in. "Not as important as you." He hums.

In one swift movement he leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth. I gasp at the feeling. His tongue swirling around while he kneads my other breast, taking my nipple between his thumb and index finger and pinching with just enough pressure to make my clit throb.

My hand moves down under the waistband of his underwear so I can palm his cock. I wrap my fingers around his throbbing length. Working to move up and down his shaft, I curl my wrist when I get to the head and then slowly work back down.

I can't help the moan that leaves my lips. My walls clench again, imagining how his cock is going to fill me when he buries it inside me. My pulsing clit is begging for attention. I press my thighs together to get some sort of friction, rocking my hips.

Declan's teeth bite down on my nipple that's in his mouth and I whimper before his tongue goes back to its swirling motion to sooth the pain.

His hand travels up to my neck, his fingers curling around my throat as he moves his hips against my hand. Declan takes his mouth from my nipple, raising up to kiss me rough on the lips, tightening his grip for a second before he lets go and moves down my body. My hand leaves his cock while he grips my thighs and force them apart so I'm spread for him.

He licks his lips before settling between my thighs, looking up at me through his thick lashes. I don't even have a moment to adjust before his hot tongue is pressed flat against my pussy. I buck under him from the sensation, letting out a gasping moan.

"Oh god, Declan," I moan breathlessly, tangling my fingers into his thick hair at the top of his head.

His tongue slowly, torturously, laps up and down my folds. I try to move my hips to get more pressure against my clit but he backs away. I glare down at him for stopping and watch him suck on his own middle finger just before he sinks it deep inside me, curling it.

My walls clench around his finger and I can already feel the heat coiling around my spine. His tongue is back on me, swirling around my clit while he finger fucks me. He adds another finger, pressing it against my g-spot and I can feel the ecstasy building. I won't be able to hold it back, not if he keeps sucking on my clit.

My moans and breaths start to become erratic and I clutch the dark sheets. He must be able to tell I'm close because his tongue leaves my clit and is replaced by his teeth. I let out a yelp and glare down at him which causes him to chuckle against my dripping pussy.

He runs his tongue over my clit to ease the pain, working his fingers in and out of me slowly. Declan moves away from my core, his fingers still buried inside of me and moves up my body until his lips are inches from mine.

"You taste so fucking good, baby." His voice is breathy before he takes my mouth with his and I can taste myself on his tongue.

His free hand again wraps around my neck, this time with more pressure while he starts to pump his fingers in and out of me, his thumb starting to circle my clit. I move my hips along with his rhythm and all of a sudden it's too much. My thighs are starting to tense and I can feel the tingling in my spine from the impending euphoria.

"Cum for me, baby." He commands.

Declan's hand grips my throat tighter and curls his fingers inside me just right and I'm sent spiraling over the edge. My eyes screw shut and I see stars as I call out his name. My hand grips onto his wrist for dear life and my thighs slam together as the walls of my pussy crush his fingers like a vice.

As I start to come down from my high I can hear Declan whispering into my ear, telling me I'm such a good girl and that I'm so fucking wet for him. His lips crash into mine in a hasty kiss while he slowly removes his soaked fingers from inside of me. He brings them up to his mouth, tasting my cum.

"So fucking intoxicating." He growls, pushing his salty fingers into my mouth until his knuckles hit my teeth making me gag around his fingers. I can feel his cock twitch against my thigh at the sight of me choking on him.

While his fingers are shoved in the back of my throat his phone starts to buzz for a third time. He takes his fingers from my mouth, a string of saliva hangs from his finger tips to my lips while he snatches the phone off of the night stand.

"Byrne." He practically snarls. There's a long pause and I watch the lust leave his hooded eyes, replaced with malice.

He ends the call, resting his forehead against mine. "Fuck," he sighs.

My heart is still hammering inside of my chest from the hardest orgasim I've ever had in my life. I wrap my still trembling arms around him and pull him against me.

"I have to leave." He finally says, kissing my forehead and pulling away from me.

I look up at him in confusion. "But,"

"This is the last thing I want. Things are happening and I can't be MIA on this one." He grabs my face with both of his hands so that I am looking him in the eyes.

"Don't you dare talk yourself into thinking this was just some way for me to get my dick wet. Scarlett, I'm fucking mad about you." He kisses my lips, stopping me from interjecting. "I'm so sorry baby, but I need to go."

I nod my head yes and he places another long kiss on my lips before he moves off of me and starts to collect his clothes he'd thrown around the room. I sit up in bed, holding myself up with one arm while I use my other one to cover my chest. I can feel my arousal dripping down my legs and pooling under me.

"Will you be okay?" Now that he's mostly clothed I suddenly feel nervous and on display. I grab one of the pillows on the bed and pull it into my chest to cover myself better.

Declan stops pulling up his jeans for a split second when he hears my question then continues with his motions. "I'll be fine."

"That wasn't very convincing, Declan."

He crawls onto the bed and removes the pillow that's covering me. Before I can hide myself with my hands he grabs my wrists and holds them at my sides.

"You're so beautiful, don't ever hide yourself from me. I'll be fine, Scars. I promise. Besides, we have a date at the gala tomorrow night."

"Mmm," He hums, kissing my lips. "You are a fucking plot twist, little one." He chuckles, placing chaste kisses on my forehead before he leaves the bed.

He takes a few backwards steps, his eyes moving over my naked body and then like a light switch his smile disappears. His brows sink down and his lips turn almost to a scowl.

I know this look. This is the look he wears when things are happening beyond his control. Turning on his heal before I can try and ask him what's happening he leaves the room, closing the door behind him leaving me naked and alone.

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