Bad Seed

This wasn't the ideal situation – hell, this situation was ten different kinds of crazy and fucked up – but, I was doing this for me. This was my choice. I was reclaiming some small part of my life and of myself by making the conscious decision to give myself over to Declan.

Declan groaned as he sheathed himself deep inside of me. As he buried himself to the hilt, his head fell forward, his eyes closed, and he stayed like that for a long moment. My pussy spasmed around him, as our bodies got used to being united.

“You're so fucking tight,” he said, speaking through clenched teeth.

Slowly, he started moving in and out of me, the muscles in his backside working hard as he fucked me. I arched upward to meet his thrusts, and before long, we found a rhythm all our own. He moved in and out of me with such ease, it felt like we'd been built for one another. My body stretched wide open to accept having him inside of me like it was the most natural thing in the world. Declan's forehead was pressed against mine, and I stared into those deep, piercing blue eyes, my hands kneading their way down h

is back.

Our groans drowned out the sound of the television, our cries getting louder and louder as the pleasure grew within me. I was so close to climaxing, I could feel it rumbling through my entire body. A warmth spread down below within me, a tightness building. I felt the impending explosion gaining steam in my belly, just on the verge of ignition.

“Declan,” I whimpered, my body shuddering underneath his. “Oh yes, Declan...”

Each time I said his name, he thrust into me harder and deeper than before. His entire body was clenched tightly, his jaw firm, each thrust bringing an animalistic grunt from him. He pressed those lips to mine again, just as my orgasm rushed through me. The tickling of his beard, the feeling of his cock inside of me, it was all too much. My body exploded, making me tremble and shake beneath him.

I bit his lip, writhing beneath him and holding on for dear life as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed through my body. My pussy clenched and released around his cock, and Declan was struggling to stay in control of himself as my body shook and trembled around him.

“Come for me,” I whispered in his ear. “Come for me, Declan.”

Those words must have been the permission he was looking for, because he buried himself balls deep inside of me, and let loose with everything he had. He cried out as he exploded inside of me, filling me with his seed as I continued to hold onto him, not wanting the moment to end.

His eyes popped open at the moment of release, and he stared down into mine. I felt an intense sense of connection as our gazes locked, our bodies riding out the waves of pleasure together. The moment felt so glorious and perfect, and I could see the pleasure etched upon his face as he finished spilling his seed inside of me.

He collapsed on top of me, our breathing ragged but smiles on both of our faces.

“God damn,” he said. “That was – unexpected.”

I couldn't help but giggle. “Unexpected, but so much fun.”

He raised himself up on his arms again and looked at me. He was giving me a smile that could probably light up the entire city of Chicago. It made him look so sweet – almost innocent, in a way. “You surprise me, Kara,” he said.

“How so?”

“Well, not many people would willingly fuck their kidnappers,” he said, his voice still gravely and breathless.

“I'm not like most girls,” I said with a wink as I reached out and stroked his face, letting him lean into my touch. “And you're not really a kidnapper either.”

“Shh, don't tell Killian that,” he whispered.

“Don't worry. It can be our little secret,” I chuckled.

CHAPTER SEVEN

DECLAN

“Jesus Christ, Killian. Fuckin' relax already,” I muttered under my breath as I pulled my pants on and headed toward the door. “It's too fucking early for this bullshit.”

It was just after seven in the morning when the pounding on the door started. Sure, normal people would probably be up at that hour, but that wasn't me. I was anything but normal, and I'd never been a morning person. I worked better at night, when the rest of the world was asleep. I counted the number of beer bottles on the coffee table, and while at least one of them wasn't mine, I realized that most of them were. Kara was still in the bedroom, hopefully fast asleep. After we'd hooked up, she went to bed and I passed out on the couch. That had technically only been a few hours ago.

But, well worth losing a little sleep over.

I pulled open the door and my brother was standing on the other side of it, well dressed as always in his nice, designer business suit, looking especially chipper given the early hour. Once the door was open, I turned and walked back to the couch without a word. Killian and a few other guys stepped into the cabin, closing the door behind them.

“Where is she?” he asked.

I pointed to the bedroom and grumbled something – I didn't even know what it was or if it was even in English. It was too damn early, and I was too damn tired for words.

Killian motioned to a big burly guy with a thick, red beard. “Go get her.”