"Declan!"

I didn't even wait for Ben to have the truck in park when we pulled up in the alley behind The Atlantic. The moment I saw the black Jag I reached for the door handle and stumbled out of the moving truck, running towards him.

A bloodied Declan struggled to get out of his car, resting against the side of it to keep himself upright the moment he was out. I ran into him, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck, planting kisses all over his bloodied face.

He winced and hissed in pain from me being too harsh but still wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight against him, his fingers digging into me. I pulled back so I could look up at him and moved my hands around to cup his face.

My heart hammering inside my chest I choked out "You're alive! God, they said they k-killed you," I smashed my lips against his, letting out a shaky breath from my nose. My hands moved back into his hair and I pulled away to look up at him again. I saw him smile down at me despite his pain. "I was so fucking scared, Declan."

The levee finally broke and my tears streamed down my face. I buried my face in his chest, clutching onto his jacket for dear life. "I was so scared." I whispered into his chest in hysterics.

His hand moved up to hold the back of my head while his other rubbed my back while I sobbed into him. He kissed the top of my head before resting his cheek against my hair.

"You can't get rid of me that easily." He teased in a low, hoarse voice. I couldn't help but laugh. Pulling away, I used the back of my hand to wipe away my tears. With a smile still on his face, he used his thumb to help wipe the rest of my tears.

"Why are you smiling?" I questioned, giving him an annoyed look. I couldn't believe he found this amusing, me being an absolute wreck because I thought I had lost him. A chill ran through my body making me shiver and move closer against him. He worked to take his suit jacket off, wincing and moving slowly until he wrapped it around me.

"Because you're safe." He mused.

Declan had a huge gash on the right side of his face from his forehead down to the top of his cheek bone that was swollen and oozing crimson. The hair around it was matted and knotted from getting soaked in his blood. He had contusions on his opposite cheekbone making his eye slightly swollen.

"Don't worry about me." He said when he saw me studying his wounds. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. That was a lie, I haven't even mentally unpacking what had just happened to me. I cast my eyes down and got a glimpse of his throat and my breath got caught in my own. I could see deep purple bruising around raw, broken skin wrapping around his neck.

"Oh God, what did they do to you?" I gasped.

"I'm fine." He reassured, taking my hand from his chest and bringing it up to his lips to kiss.

I put my cheek against his chest and breathed in a mix of his aftershave and cigarettes. Fuck, I could really go for one of those right now. He must have read my mind because I felt his hand move to the pocket of his suit jacket and he pulled out his pack. Using his teeth so he could keep his other arm around me, he pulled out two smokes and lit them, offering me one. Moving back from him, I took the cigarette and put it to my lips, breathing in deeply.

"The fuck did you do to my truck?" He snapped.

I looked up at him, confused for a moment and then heard Noah behind us. "Wasn't me, Bossman!" He said in a sing song voice, pointing to Ben.

"They were shooting at us, we needed to get out of there fast." Ben answered, pleading his case for having messed up the whole side of the truck.

He side eyed Ben, narrowing his eyes but didn't retaliate.

"You should get that stitched up, Captain. Want me to see if Adam's around?" Paul asked, pointing to Declan's face before he lit up his own cigarette.

"It's fine." He answered, his voice cracking. "Anyone see your faces?"

"Yea, but we took care of them." Ben said, leaning up against the car that was parked next to the Jag.

"Good." Declan nodded.

There was a long silence between the five of us as we all breathed in the smoke from our cigarettes, decompressing.

"Thank you." The three of them looked up to Declan, not knowing what to say. Declan pulled me closer into his side, kissing my forehead. "Now get home, it's past your bedtimes."

"Whatever, pops." Noah chuckled, swinging his arm around Paul's shoulder as they walked back to the truck. "Moriarty's for beers?"

"Come on, little one." Declan threw his smoke onto the ground and used the heal of his dress shoe to put out the burning end before he guided me around his car to the passenger side and opened the door.

Declan drove us across the city and pulled into the opening of an old high-rise brick building with a lit up sign that read "parking". I was expecting to see a normal underground garage but this was much different. There was only enough space for one car. A large metal lift was at the back of the space. An attendant came from a low lit booth and waited by the door. Declan put the car in park, unbuckled his seatbelt and started to get out of the car.

"Welcome back, Mr. Byrne. It's been a while." The elder man greeted the moment he was outside.

"Evening, Michael." Declan answered, looking over at me while I closed the door to his car.

Michael looked past Declan at me and gave me a warm smile. "Good evening, Miss."

Declan popped the trunk of the Jag and then placed his keys in Michael's outstretched hand. He grabbed the bags from the trunk and then motioned for me to follow him to the elevator that was next to the attendant booth.

Michael got into the car and drove it forward onto the lift then leaned out of the window and pressed a button. The machine roared to life and started lifting Declan's car to another level of the building.

The elevator took us to the top floor, letting us out into a short hallway. At the end of it was a dark colored door with a gold handle and touch screen lock. Declan pulled off his glove and punched in his code on the lit up screen above the handle.

Deep barks and the unmistakable clacking sound of nails scraping on tile filled the space, coming closer to us. Gripping Declan's arm I hid behind him, screwing my eyes shut fully expecting to be mauled by some giant beast.

Declan Chuckled, moving into the space and closing the door behind us. "Calm down, Nux."

Peaking out around his arm I saw a giant black dog with brown around his mouth, chest and on its lower legs. Its thick tail wagging almost uncontrollably as it pranced around in front of Declan until he put his arms out to pet the dog.

The dog looked past Declan at me, its tail stopping as it sniffed the air around me. "Nice, doggy." I said shyly, backing up into the door when it started walking towards me. It looked up at me for a moment before its mouth dropped open and started to pant, its tail back to wagging.

"Nux, here boy." Declan called, tapping his hand on his leg. The dog ran to him and started prancing, tapping his paws on the floor when he saw Declan had a cup full of kibble and poured it into his bowl. The dog sat obediently until Declan said "okay" then it started to scarf down its food.

Now that the beast was occupied and wasn't going to eat me, I was able to look around the space. It was a massive, modern loft. The floors were a dark, almost black tile made to look like wood. The wall at the opposite side of the loft was entirely made of glass, looking out into the city covered in fog, the lights of the buildings all blurred. To the right there was a grey, L shaped sectional couch with a black metal table in the middle and a kitchen to the left. The counters were a grey marble while the cabinets were matte black.

"Not a fan of color?" I joked awkwardly.

Declan walked over to me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Sorry I don't have those fairy lights hanging from everywhere like at your place." He laughed, "Come on."

"Uh, what about Cujo?"

Declan raised a questioning brow until the reference clicked in his mind. "Nux?" The dogs head perked up from its food bowl and looked at Declan for a moment before it went back to eating. "Don't worry about him."

"Easy for you to say." I muttered back.

"Oh, don't tell me you're a cat person." He faked a disappointed look.

"I'm an 'I don't want to get eaten' person." I shot back sarcastically.

"Well then you have nothing to worry about. If Nux didn't like you, he'd have eaten you by now." He goaded, winking.

I scoffed. "Asshole."

Smiling, he takes my hand and leads me to a set of black metal stairs that lead to an open second floor. The two walls in this space were entirely made of glass. A king sized bed with black blankets and pillows was pushed up against one glass wall. The only other furniture up here was a desk with three large computer monitors and a chair that was opposite of the bed against the railing.

"Bathroom is through this door." He used his knuckle to tap on the closed door in front of us. He moved to put down my bags on the floor at the foot of his bed then walked to a closet that was attached to the bathroom and grabbed some clothes. "I'm going to clean up."

A few moments after the door to the bathroom shut and I heard the shower turn on. I let out a shaky breath through parted lips. So this is where Declan Byrne lives, I thought, looking over everything.

Moving to the desk, I ran my fingers over some of the unmarked files that were laid out on it next to an Apple laptop. Much like Shelly's house, there were no pictures or decorative artwork, just brick walls where there weren't windows.

This was the first time I've been alone since everything happened and I could feel the crushing feelings start to sink in. I walked to the wall of windows, wrapping my arms around myself. Flashes of what happened earlier started the moment I closed my eyes making me hug myself tighter.

I was so close to being another statistic. Another picture on the news that people would forget about within a week when the news cycle changes. Another post on Facebook that people only share so they can get likes and comments about how much of a caring person they are for spreading the word.

I sniffed back my tears. I could still feel their vile hands on me. I dug my fingers into my arms, trying to replace the ghost of their touch with the pain from my nails. Forcing my eyes open, I looked out onto the city. All of the buildings and the disgusting, despicable things that happen here hidden in the fog.

My lungs started to feel like they were being squeezed, a panic attack was starting to set in. I watched the rain hit upon the glass, the droplets rolling down, anything to try and shake this feeling but it wasn't working. My breaths were starting to become ragged and uneven and despite my nails being dug into my flesh, my hands were trembling from fear rather than pain.

Warm hands gently landed on my shoulders making me flinch. "It's me," Declan whispered.

The moment I realized it was him, the coiling tension that wrapped around me released. I let out a trembling breath and dropped back into him so my back was against his wet, naked chest.

Nestling into the crook of my neck, he placed gentle kisses there making goosebumps erupt across my skin. His wet hair was dripping onto my shoulder. The droplets of water sparking fire as they rolled down my chest and below my dress. His fingers dipped under the thin straps of my dress, moving them slowly down my arms.

I could feel the fabric start to slip down on it's own revealing my already tight nipples. I turned to face him as it fell the rest of the way, pooling at my feet and leaving me completely naked. He looked down at me with hooded eyes, his gaze roaming over me making my cheeks burn red.

"You're so beautiful." He rasped, grabbing my jaw with one hand and crashing his lips onto mine making heat pool between my legs. Pressing my naked body against his bare chest, I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and rise up on my tip toes. His tongue licks my bottom lip and without hesitation I let him in, our tongues melting together in a hungry kiss.

In one effortless motion, he lifts me up and I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips, hooking my ankles. His towel falls to the floor next to my dress. I can feel his erection pushing against my clit making it throb against the head of his cock. A breathy moan gets caught in my throat from the pressure on my needy clit.

His hand moves to cup my ass, squeezing and kneading my muscle while his other tangles into the hair at the back of my head. I tilt my head to deepen the kiss, needing to taste him more. My hips start to move against him, looking for more friction.

My arousal already has the tip of his cock coated so that it slides up my my wet pussy with ease, setting my nerves on fire.

Declan growls into my mouth. The deep sound radiates in my chest and down between my legs making my pussy clench. Fuck, how can someone's sounds make me react like this?

He moves us to his bed, laying us down so I'm on my back. My legs still wrapped around him, keeping him close to me while I continue to rock my hips against him.

The kiss becomes more frantic to the point that our teeth hit against each others then he finally pulls away leaving me panting. I pull my swollen lip in-between my teeth when I see his hooded eyes drop to get a look at me with my legs spread and on full display for him.

He sucks in a breath when he sees my arousal dripping down my legs. All for him.

My walls clench around nothing and I go to press my thighs together for pressure but he grabs my knees and keeps my legs spread for him. This only makes my clit pulse harder, begging for attention.

Looking at him between my spread legs I can't help but acknowledge that he's a work of fucking art. His tattoos, his toned chest and abs, his muscular arms, the impressive size of his cock. I bite my bottom lip imagining all of the things he's about to do to me.

Taking two of his finger between his lips, he sucks on them before running them up my soaked pussy.

My body bucks under him from how sensitive I am, pulsing under his touch. I can't help the moan that falls from my parted lips or how my eyes roll back. His wet fingers work on my clit, circling and spreading my own arousal. My hands are fisted in his sheets in an attempt to try and keep myself still and not pull him down to the bed so I can ride his cock until I'm cuming all over it.

"Good girl." He growls. "You're so wet for me."

Working his fingers faster. I roll my hips up trying to get more pressure but he pulls away, tutting. I see him smirking with his coated fingers held up for me to see.

"Please," I beg breathlessly, my chest rising and falling.

"Please, what?" He asks, his voice low and dripping with lust. I writhe under him again, the walls of my pussy clenching, needing him to burry his cock inside me.

My breath catches in my lungs when he moves to lean over me, his chest against mine. His teeth sink into my shoulder making me moan from the pain and the pleasure as his tongue laps up the pain he'd caused. His thumb brushes over my nipple sending waves of desire to shoot down to my now aching pussy.

His mouth latches onto my nipple and his tongue swirls it. I wrap my fingers in his hair and hold him to me. Every lap of his tongue as my my clit pulsing making me whine.

"Fuck, Declan please." I moan, arching my back.

Pulling away from my nipple he uses his nose to nudge mine. I look up at him, his eyes fully dilated in the low light of his room. He hums, "Please what, little one? Use your words."

"Please fuck me." I begged, desperately.

A devilish smirk played on his lips at my words. He presses his still wet fingers against my lips. With our eyes locked, I open and take them in my mouth as he pushes in so that his knuckles hit against my teeth making me gag around this fingers. A low growl sounds from his throat from watching me gag on him, his smirk growing deeper.

"We'll have to work on that." He hums as I start to work my tongue around his digits.

Taking his fingers slowly from my mouth, a trail of saliva hangs from the tips of his fingers down to my parted lips. He drags his fingers up my slit and then plunges his fingers deep inside me. I gasp as he slowly pumps them in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit.

"Oh God," I pant, my eyes fluttering shut, my hands clutching his bed sheets.

His movements stop but he keeps his fingers deep inside of me, curling them. Leaning over me so his lips are on my ear. "He's not the one doing this to you, I am. Say my fucking name." He growls, starting to move his fingers in and out, curling them more.

I've never been spoken to like this, told to beg to be fucked or made to say their name. My stomach quivers at his demanding words and I feel myself getting even more wet for him. Picking up his pace, his thumb makes tighter circles over my clit which make my breathing start to become more ragged.

I can feel that familiar tension starting to build at the base of my spine. My nipples becoming harder, my cheeks hotter.

My hand frantically grabs his wrist, my heart rate becoming erratic. "Declan," I gasped, "don't stop!" I could feel my stomach start to tighten, my thighs clenching but right before I can fall over the edge he take this hands from me.

My eyes shoot open and I see him still with that stupid smirk on his face. I glare down at him for stopping. He takes his soaked hand and rubs it over the top of his cock, mixing my arousal with his pre cum. Gripping the base of his cock, he rubs his head up and down my soaked folds making me moan.

"Please, Declan." I beg, biting my lip as I look up at him through my lashes.

He lines up the head of his cock to my entrance and slowly rolls his hips forward, burying himself deep inside of me in one swift motion. I feel his thick cock stretching me from the inside and I can't help the loud moan that falls from my lips while I grip the sheets.

He stills his motions for a moment. "Fuck," He grunts. "You're so tight, baby." He slowly pulls out then forces himself back in. "So fucking wet."

My brain is clouded with desire and the feeling of just how deep he is inside of me. I've never had someone so big inside me before, stretching me the way he is. The walls of my pussy pulse around him making his eyes slowly roll back. He takes my mouth with his, his tongue pushing between my lips while he starts fucking me with hard, controlled thrusts.

The orgasm that I was so close to earlier is back. I can feel my muscles start to tense, my skin getting hotter as the pressure builds int he base of my spine while he fucks me.

He can hear my breaths coming faster and must know I'm close. He pulls away but stays inside of me, slowing his pace and looks down at me. "Are you going to cum all over my cock like a good girl?"

Focusing on the impending ecstasy all I can do is nod in response.

Slowing his pace even more he commands me to answer him. "Words."

My eyes roll back as my lids flutter shut. I can barely answer him from how close I am to falling over the edge. "Yes, Declan I'm gonna cum."

His pace quickens again and that's the push I need. My stomach tenses, my thighs clenching around his waist as stars explode behind my eyelids. I reach up and dig my nails into his back as my orgasm tears through me. He continues fucking into me as I ride out the hardest orgasm I've ever had.

He pulls himself from me and I'm left a trembling, panting mess on the bed. When I open my eyes I can see him lazily stroking his cock as he's watching me come down from the high he's caused.

"On your stomach," he demands. I obey, rolling over onto my stomach. He grips my hips and pulls me up so that my ass is up in the air for him while my face is still down on the mattress. His open palm cracks down on my ass making me moan in both pain and pleasure from the burning sting. I can feel my clit pulsing again as if I didn't just have the hardest orgasm of my fucking life.

Declan's hand smoothed over my stinging skin, soothing it then lines up the head of his cock against my entrance and buries himself inside me. He pulls slowly from me then rams his cock into me. His motions harder and faster. My cum is dripping down my legs and I can feel his balls hitting against my clit as he fucks me, making me want to spread my legs even further for him, fully submitting to him.

"You've had me in a fucking chokehold since I kidnapped you, Scarlett." His hand wrapped around my hair, tugging my head back.

He was hitting a spot inside me that was so sensitive it had my legs shaking. That familiar sensation was building and it had my toes curling and my fingers wrapping tighter around the sheets.

Another orgasm crashes over me making me scream his name into his pillow. Sparks of intense pleasure exploding all over as I struggle to breathe. He pumps into me a few more times before he stills.

I feel my insides grow warm from his cum spilling inside of me as he groans through clenched teeth. His hands move to my hips to keep me still while his cock pulses inside of me making me whimper from this new feeling of being filled with his cum.

When his own release subsides, he slowly pulls himself from me and we both crash onto the bed. I can see a light sheen of sweat on his forehead making his hair stick to his skin. Blowing out his cheeks he breaths out, trying to calm his erratic breathing. He looks over at me and smiles when he sees me still in a daze, shaking from him and how hard he'd made me cum for him.

He rolls over onto his side and pulls me close, lifting one of my legs over his hip. My brows furrow when I feel the strange feeling of his cum leaking from inside me and down my leg.

His brows pinch together, silently questioning me.

"Uh, do you have a towel?"

He looked down between my spread legs and saw what I was referring to. Biting his bottom lip, his hand dipped down between my legs and using his middle finger, wipes up his cum from my leg and pushes it back up into my aching pussy.

My eyes flutter shut again and I drop my head into his chest. Another moan escaping from my lips while he works his fingers inside me. The wet sounds of our cum and heavy breathing filling the room.

"Such a good girl."

--------------------------------

Thoughts? 😈