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Her words hit me in the chest. I can’t accept them as truth, but I can accept the fact that she still believes in me. She still loves me. And that’s enough. My family may never forgive me. They may never love me again. But as long as I have my queen–my wildflower–nothing else fucking matters.
CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE
Gemma -Six Weeks Later
My hands shakeas I pull on my dress. The black sequins scratch beneath my fingers. Staring at myself in the mirror, it’s insane to me how much has happened since I left Boston. If someone had told me I’d be getting ready to celebrate Declan on his big night, I wouldn’t have believed them. I’m still not sure I believe it myself.
Declan leans against the bathroom door frame, watching as I finish pinning my long, silky hair in place. I watch him in the mirror as his eyes roam over my body. A flash of heat runs through me when he meets my gaze.
He drifts to me and places his hands on my upper back, dragging them down to squeeze my ass before circling my hips.
“How attached are you to this dress?”
“You don’t like it?”
“Oh, I like it just fine. I like it so much that I want to rip it off you.”
Declan’s breath is warm against my ear. I can feel his granite cock pressing against my ass. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want him to bend me over and fuck me now. The fact that we might be late for the club opening is the only thing stopping me from letting him do just that.
He kisses my neck, still holding my gaze in the mirror. His teeth scrape against my skin in the most delicious way, and I moan as his hand dips below my dress.
“We’ll be late,” I warn.
“So? I own the fucking club. They can wait until I’ve reminded my girl who she belongs to.”
A shiver runs down my spine. I love it when he’s possessive. Not that I’d ever leave him for anyone else. Declan is the only man I want to belong to. But I’m not telling him that. I love his show of dominance too much to ruin it.
I tilt my head back, resting it on his shoulder. Declan takes advantage of my position. Grabbing my lips with his before I can blink. His tongue slides across my mouth, begging to dance with my own. I let him.
Pulling his hand from my dress, he spins me. His body pinning mine to the edge of the counter. Leaving just enough room to sneak his hand beneath my dress once again.
“Say yes, little wildflower. Let me make you come all over my fingers.”
His fingers tease the edge of my damp panties. Not going any further until I give him what he wants.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Declan crashes his lips to mine just as he shoves a finger inside me. The sudden intrusion causes me to yelp. His pace is brutal, building a scalding heat in my belly. Declan’s tongue battles with mine, matching the intensity of the hand beneath my dress. Two different battles with the same objective: owning me.
I let my head fall back, closing my eyes. My body is close to the edge of a cliff that only Declan can bring me to. One he’s shown me gets better with every fall. Declan palms my clit. Applying just enough pressure to make me moan his name. I feel his cock jerk against my hip. So desperate to be inside me. The thought of him inside me spurs me closer to my orgasm.
The heels I’m wearing only making me feel less balanced as my legs quiver. If it wasn’t for Declan’s hand bracing me against him, I’d be on the floor. He curls his fingers inside me, maintaining his pace as I climb closer to the precipice.
“I’m so close,” I whimper.
The pleasure builds like the tide of an ocean. Then all at once, it hits. The waves of my release crashing together. I cry out, unable to keep it in. It just feels too good. Declan slows his hand, letting me ride my orgasm out before removing it.
I watch him suck his fingers into his mouth. He groans at the flavor.
“You taste so sweet.”
My clit pulses. His growly voice combined with watching him suck his fingers clean sets off another mini orgasm.
Declan grabs my neck, pulling me in for a kiss, and I taste myself on his tongue.Why is that so hot?
There’s a knock on our bedroom door.
“Hurry, Deck,” Simone yells. “You’re making us all late.”
