Waking up face to face with a massive, drooling dog was not how I was expecting to wake up this morning. The dog was sitting on the bed next to me, looking down at me. His hot breath fanning across my face while his tongue hung from his mouth, droplets of drool landing on my arm. It's not that I don't like dogs, big dogs just scare me. Especially one as massive as this thing.

"Nice doggy." Grabbing the blanket and holding it to my chest, I nervously backed away from him so my back was against the headboard of Declans' bed.

The dogs' head turned to the side, bringing his tongue back in his mouth. His lip got caught on his bottom tooth making it look kind of adorable. I smiled at the animal and timidly put my hand out for him to sniff.

Within seconds the dog started licking my hand before laying down on the bed, cuddling up next to me and rolling over for me to rub his belly, tail wagging.

I smiled and started to rub his belly which made his tail wag more. "Well, aren't you a mushy thing."

"I see you made a new friend." Declan chuckles, stopping at the top of the steps with a steaming mug in each hand. I swallowed hard when I saw he was in nothing but a pair of briefs. He must have seen my reaction because his lips tugged up in a satisfied smirk. He set both mugs down on the nightstand on his side of the bed and turned to the two of us on the bed. "Nux, you're pathetic."

Nux's head tilted at the sound of his name but still stayed on his back. "Some guard dog you are." He teased, putting his hands on Nux's cheeks and shaking his head back and forth. This was apparently all Nux needed because he quickly rolled over and put his front paws down while his butt was still up in the air, tail wagging and ready to play fight.

I pulled my legs up into my chest and wrapped my arms around them, watching the two of them play wrestle. This was a side of Declan I'd never seen before, him smiling and acting jovial without a care in the world. I couldn't help but bite my lip to try and hide my smile. I loved seeing him like this, the real Declan, not the cold, mafia Declan I've come to know.

"Get out of here, go eat breakfast." He laughed, hugging Nux and giving him a pet on the head. Nux happily licked up the side of his face before he went down the steps and to his food that was waiting for him.

Declan turned to me, running a hand through his hair. The smile on his face made my stomach flip. God, that smile was enough to make me melt. My eyes traveled down to the bruise that wrapped around his neck from last night. My mind started to go wild with the thoughts of what all they did to him making my heart start to ache.

"What did they do to you?"

He rolled his tongue over his teeth, thinking on how to answer me. "Nothing you need to worry about, little one." He smiled.

He went to his desk and grabbed his laptop and the fake cigar thumb drive that was on top and brought it over to the bed. "Coffee?"

"Yes, please."

He took one of the mugs from the nightstand and handed it to me then grabbed the other for himself, opening his laptop. Using one hand he typed in his password then worked to plug in the thumb drive. A window popped up the second he clicked on the icon on his desktop demanding a password.

"Password?" He asked, cocking a brow at me.

Putting the mug down once I took a sip I scooted down to lay on my stomach next to him, trying my best to keep covered. He may have been buried between my legs a few hours ago but that didn't make me feel any less nervous around him. "World's Best Dad."

He let out a terse laugh through is nose and then put his mug down as well so he could type in the password. Hundreds of labeled files appeared on the screen dating back from the early 2000's. Declan clicked through them, scanning the notes my dad had typed out in each file before looking through all of the pictures, invoices and other forms of evidence.

"Holy shit, it's all here." He breathed out, rubbing his fingers against the stubble on his chin. "No wonder they were so desperate to get this. This will bring down their entire empire, not just here in the States but in Europe too."

"So are you taking this to the FBI?" I questioned, propping my head up on the palm of my hand so I could look up at him.

"And be coerced into becoming a fucking narc for the feds? I don't think so."

My brows pinched together. "Then what are you going to do with all of this?"

He paused for a moment, scrolling mindlessly up and down through the file he had open. Closing out and opening another one, the most recent, his attitude grows cold. I watch his eyes turn dark, the muscles in his jaw tensing the more he read. Without saying anything he snaps his computer shut making me flinch and tosses it onto the nightstand almost knocking over his coffee.

His eyes roll to the back of his head, his lids shutting as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking in a slow deep breath, he let it out through parted lips.

"Declan?"

Declans' eyes snap open and land on me. I can't help but shrink under his heavy stare. His hand moves to brush my curtain bangs out of my face, trying to tuck them behind my ear but the hair is too short to stay in place and falls back to where it was before. He traces the tips of his fingers down my shoulder and onto my back leaving goosebumps in his wake. Warmth starts pooling between my legs, his fingers still trailing down and dragging the sheets with.

"What was that about?" I pressed. His body seemed tense and his eyes, even though they were on me they seemed so distant, like whatever he saw disturbed him.

Leaning down, his lips crashed on mine, biting on my bottom lip making me gasp. His tongue dipped into my mouth. I tried to back away, wanting him to answer my question but his hand grabbed my jaw keeping me in place against him.

He growls, moving his head to the side to deepen the kiss and opening his mouth wider. Our mouths part and meet in rapid succession, his tongue dominating mine, our breaths becoming heavier.

Flipping me over so I'm on my back, he rips the sheets from my naked body and pushes my legs apart to settle between them. I can feel his hard cock pressing up against my pulsing clit making my eyes roll to the back of my head. He places his hands on either side of my head to prop himself up above me, breaking the kiss leaving us both panting.

"Declan, tell me." I tried to sound demanding but my words came out sounding needy and breathless.

Ignoring me, he grinds his hips into me making my back arch of the bed. His mouth captures mine again in the most possessive kiss. His tongue pushes between my lips and our kiss becomes even more possessive. He moves his hips against mine again and my mouth opens wider from the moan that escapes me. His tongue dipped in even further, licking the roof of my mouth, our teeth hitting against each others.

In one swift motion he rolls us so that I'm straddling him. His hands gripping my hips so hard I know I'll have bruises in the shape of his hands. Thrusting his hips up, the underside of his cock rubs against me making a loud moan fall from my bruised lips. My head falls back and my spine arches. I rub my hips into him making myself even more desperate for him.

Declan reaches up, his fingers tightening around my throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to make the walls of my pussy clench. My thighs clench from the ache between my legs, needing him to relieve it.

He taps my thigh and pushes my leg off of him while still keeping his fingers tight around my throat. "Take them off." He demands, looking down at his briefs.

My hands fumble from my nerves but I pull them down his hips, his cock bouncing free in my face from the fabric. The moment I have them down to his shins he works to kick them off himself and brings me back up so my lips are to the head of his cock. Taking it with his free hand he lazily moves up and down around the base.

"Open that pretty mouth." He demands.

Wetting my lips, I look up at him through my lashes. I open wide and flatten my tongue against the underside of his throbbing cock and lick up from the base to the tip, swirling my tongue around the top to taste his pre cum.

Declan sucks in air through clenched teeth. I wrap my lips around the head and slowly take him into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down slowly, letting my saliva pool in my mouth so I can take him deeper each time. The power that I feel I have over him with his cock in my mouth has my own arousal dripping down the inside of my thighs.

He slowly pushes his hips up to go deeper in my throat. I gag around him but keep myself there until I feel my throat relax around him, my jaw opening wider. His fingers leave my neck and wrap in the hair at the top of my head to keep me in place. I look up at him again through my now wet lashes with his cock still at the back of my throat and see him looking down at me with hooded, lust filled eyes. I swallow around him which causes him to swallow hard and his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Pressing my tongue against him, I bob my head up and down along his length, sucking in my cheeks around him while he pushes his hips up to fuck my throat. My wet slurping, gaging sounds and his groans fill the space. Tears roll down my cheeks to mix with my drool that's dripping from my mouth and coating my lips.

One of my hands grabs the base of his dick working his bottom half while my other hand dips between my legs, unable to ignore the pulsing, sore ache there any longer. I use my fingers to spread my arousal and start to circle my clit. The sensation has me moaning as I choke on his cock that I force to the back of my throat again.

Declan pulls me from him by my hair. A string of my drool is dripping from my open mouth to the tip of him as I look at him through my tears with hooded eyes. He watches my fingers that are still working my clit. A devilish smirk pulls at his lips when he hears my breaths start to come more rapid which makes a flush come over my cheeks. I'm so close to coming.

He can tell because he pushes me back down so my open mouth swallows him again just as my orgasm crashes into me. I scream around his cock as the waves of pleasure cascade over me leaving me a tensed, shivering mess while I choke on him.

When I finally come down he releases my hair and pulls me up so that I'm straddling him again. He grips the base of his dick and positions it at my entrance. With his other hand on my hip he guides me down slowly so I impale myself on him.

"Declan," I whine, my voice hoarse from him fucking my throat.

He groans, keeping still for a moment while he stares up at me. His eyes travel over my flushed, naked body enjoying seeing me on top of him with his cock buried to the hilt in me. Keeping his hand on my hip, his other moves up to my nipple, pinching and pulling which sends electric shocks to my core.

I move my hips, rolling them forward and back while I move up and down him. He must like it because a low growl sounds from his throat which only makes me gush more for him. I move faster and soon the wet sounds of my pussy and our heavy breathing are the only things we can hear.

I start to fuck him faster when I feel a second orgasm starting to build. The look of pure ecstasy on his face makes me want to work harder, faster. Seeing what I do to him is only turning me on more.

Grabbing both of my hips, he works his hips too, fucking up into me matching my rhythm. My head falls back and another moan escapes me when I feel him hitting even deeper inside of me. Declan's fingers find my soaked clit and starts rubbing. I can feel my stomach start to tighten, my body tensing.

"Eyes on me when you cum." He rasps.

I roll my head to the side and look down at him through the strands of hair that fall in front of my eyes as he works my clit in hard, tight circles and pounds into me even harder. I shatter around him, screaming out his name as my entire body convulses. He continues to fuck me through my orgasm, his fingers relentless on my clit. I clench my things against his torso as I shake and tremble, Declan refusing to let my orgasm end. He rolls us over so my back crashes into the mattress, never once missing a thrust of his hips or a circle of his fingers on my swollen clit.

"Oh, please," I gasp. He pulls my leg up over his shoulder so he's even deeper and God does it feel so fucking good.

"Such a good girl," His pace quickens, he's so deep inside me that I'm instantly sent over the edge again.

A cry tumbles from my mouth just before Declan slams his mouth against mine, growling into my mouth. He pumps into me two more times before he stills himself. I feel a burst of warmth deep inside of me which makes my stomach quiver. He rolls his hips slowly a few times as he comes down from his own high before he gently starts to pull himself from me. Looking down, he watches his still pulsing dick leave my soaked pussy.

I watch him while he takes his fingers and pushes his cum back up inside me. Humming in satisfaction while he watches his handiwork, lazily moving his finger in and out of me.

"You... you h-have to stop that." I say, trying to calm my breathing.

Declan looks down at me raising a questioning brow, his fingers stilling inside of me. His chest is rising and falling as he tries to calm his own breathing.

"I, um, I'm not on anything." I clarify.

Suddenly I feel really embarrassed for not mentioning it last night. He remains quiet, just staring at me with a blank face and now I'm starting to get nervous. Oh God, I'm such an idiot.

He pulls his fingers from me and I can see a mix of my arousal and his cum coating his fingers. He moves forward and traces his fingers over my lips then pushes them inside my mouth.

"Taste us." He says, his voice low and husky. I wrap my lips around his digits and hum at our joined taste. My tongue works around his fingers, lapping up our cum.

Laying down next to me, he takes his fingers from my mouth and pulls me into him so that I'm laying with my head on his chest and his arms wrapped around me.

"We'll get Plan B today." He says, his breathing finally back to normal. "If you want this to continue, would you prefer birth control or for me to use a condom?"

I breathe out a sigh of relief. "Condoms, please. The pill and I don't mix."

He leans over and places a kiss on my forehead. "I'll pick some up."

We lay in silence for a while, listening to the sound of the rain hitting against the windows that surround us. Despite the room being nothing but windows, the almost black storm clouds that hung over the city made the room dark and moody.

"Declan?"

He hummed in response, playing with my hair. "Yes?"

"You... you've killed people, right?" This question had been eating away at me for the last two weeks. Since I first realized I was starting to fall for him. I know he's involved with a syndicate and I've seen and read enough about them to know what that entails but for some reason I needed to hear it from him, hear the words come from his mouth.

There was more silence between us. I could feel his chest slowly rise as he took in a deep breath before he answered. "Yes, I have."

His voice sounded nervous, as if admitting to it would have me running for the door. In all honesty, I probably should be running for the door. I've just fucked a man who confessed that he's killed people.

"Does it bother you?"

Declan turns on his side, tucking his arm under his pillow and looks at me. "Of course it does. I'm not heartless." he answers, tucking hair behind my ear. "I don't have much of a choice in my world, it's kill or be killed. I've had to kill to save innocent people, to save my people," he pauses for a moment, his eyes going distant as if he's reliving something. "To save myself."

I bite my lip, letting his words sink in.

He tilts my head up with this finger so I'm looking at him. I can see the hurt starting to form in his eyes as he studies me. "Do you look at me differently now?"

"I... I mean, I knew deep down that you must have. I guess I just needed to hear it." I hate that I stuttered. His jaw ticks at my vague answer, like he's waiting for me to say this was a mistake or for me to run for the door.

"I promise Scarlett, I will never hurt you." He cups my face, rubbing his thumb over my cheek. "I'm not some serial killer, I don't enjoy it. They haunt me. I see their faces, everyone one of them when I close my eyes to sleep at night. But they were bad people. It was either them or me. Either I let them get away so they continue to spread their evil or I kill them and let them haunt me."

"I'm so sorry." I can feel myself choking up seeing how admitting this was affecting him.

"Don't be. It's my cross to bear for the things I've done." He says with a tight lipped smile. "I don't want you to be afraid of me. I've done some monstrous things but I am not a monster."

He put his arm around my hips and pulled me closer to him, kissing my forehead again. "Please, don't be afraid of me. I will never lie to you." He spoke with his lips against my skin.

I pushed up so I was resting on my elbow so I could look down at him. The cut down the side of his face was swollen and looked like it needed stitches. I brushed my fingers through his hair a few times, using my nails to lightly scratch his scalp. "I'm not afraid of you. I believe you, that you won't hurt me."

Snaking his arms around my waist, he rested his face against my chest. I could tell he was relived at my response. My hands were still running through his hair while he was cuddled into me but our moment of peace was interrupted by the sound of his phone buzzing on his desk across the room. Begrudgingly, he got up from his bed and grabbed his phone off of the desk.

"Byrne." He answered, looking at me still laying on his bed. His lip came between his teeth while his eyes traveled over my naked, freshly fucked body but his smirk was short lived.

"I'll meet you there tonight. What time?" Declan nodded his head as if whoever he was talking to could see him and then hung up without saying anything else.

"So what are you going to do with the ledger, all of the evidence?" I asked, deciding to try again since he changed the subject earlier.

He side eyed me, apparently annoyed that I keep pressing the question. "We've got a date tonight, little one. Noah needs to talk to me about something, we're meeting up at Moriarty's tonight. I'll talk to Desmond about this." He said, holding up the thumb drive.

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Thoughts?

Declan seemed kinda pissed with whatever he saw on that flash drive. Any thoughts on what he could have seen to get him so angry?