Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance(112)

“Wait, no… I didn’t ask you for anything, Declan,” I objected. Had I asked? I was sure I hadn’t.

He shrugged again. “You presented your reservations, and I met them with a counteroffer. It’s standard procedure. I’ll have my guy get certified funds for you tomorrow morning.”

I shook my head emphatically.

“No, that’s fucked up. No.”

“It’s done,” he said simply. “Any further objections?”

I stared at him in shock. How could he just do that? Just…. poof… fifty thousand dollars like it was no big deal?

Take the money, stupid, my Invisible Bridget commanded me.

“I don’t… This doesn’t feel right,” I muttered.

He took another step closer until we were only inches apart.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I think it feels completely right. I can’t imagine what else you could possibly say at this point except yes.”

But it was wrong, and I knew it. It was my problem to solve, and I had legitimately failed. Being bailed out - bought? Was completely wrong.

“Say yes,” he growled.

“No I really can’t,” I whispered, averting my eyes, afraid of what would happen if I looked at him.

I can’t take money for… nothing. For sex. There’s no way.

His fingers found my chin and tugged at it. I had no choice but to stare up into his eyes. He was breathing hard, his nostrils flaring slightly with every exhale. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. They held me locked in.

“The foundation of any deal is trust. You can trust me. Your condition has been satisfied. Now, say it,” he commanded me.

A chorus of internal voices threw up a wave of denials, but I could feel the sand they stood on shifting beneath their feet. All was swept aside by his eyes roving over my simple cotton wrap dress, lingering on the bow like he wanted to open it with his teeth.

I nodded suddenly, even as I begged myself not to. Yes. My body went all electrified with shivers as that thought cascaded through me. Yes.

“Excellent. We have a deal,” he breathed. “Can I kiss you now? I’ve been dying to kiss you.”

I said nothing, just bit my lip and stared at him. He pushed his hands through the back of my hair and firmly tugged my head back. I had expected something gentler and it took my breath away, but he covered my mouth before I had time to breathe. Suddenly I was dizzy, out of breath, and ravenous for his taste.

He was salty and strong, like smoke. Like bacon. Each kiss came with a small groan that got louder every time. Soon his hands were tugging my hair, hard. I clawed at his muscular shoulders and mashed my body onto his.

With a snap, he flicked at the bow at my waist and the dress fell open. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He pulled back for just a second to look at me and his eyes widened at my nakedness.

“Oh god,” he muttered and pinched my nipple, hard, biting his lip when it instantly puckered and stood erect under his fingers.

“Yes, yes,” he said. “God I wanna fuck you, Margot.”

I intended to nod but his grip held my head still. His other hand slipped behind me and cupped my ass all at once, lifting me right off the ground. I threw my legs around his waist and locked my ankles. His hard cock poked at my exposed opening through the fabric of his linen trousers.

Walking me swiftly toward the glass doors, Declan pinned me immobile against his body. My hips automatically wanted to grind against the intrusion of my hole but I couldn’t move in his strong grip. I was as helpless as a doll.

When we banged against the door, a part of me panicked until I remembered the tint was opaque from outside. He pushed me hard against the glass and held me there. His cock was just millimeters away from being inside me, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

“Look at me,” he demanded. I hadn’t even realized my eyes were closed. I opened them and met his intense gaze. He yanked my dress off my shoulders and it fell silently to the floor.

“Don’t look away,” he said, and I shook my head obediently, not breaking his gaze. I held onto his hips with my thighs while he tugged his linen trousers down.

“I’ve got you,” he said sternly. I nodded. “You understand? You don’t have to hang on. I’ll hold you up.”

As if to make his point, he took my hands from his shoulders. Circling each wrist in his huge, strong hands, he pulled them up over my head and pinned them to the glass.

“You feel that?” he asked. I nodded. My breath was starting to catch in my throat. I could feel his cock bouncing against my ass when he spoke.

“No, look at me!” he said again. I gasped and found his eyes obediently. He wanted control. I was going to have to give it to him if I wanted to feel his cock inside me, and I really, really wanted that.