Chapter 36

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

QUINN

Everyone's phones lit up about thirty minutes ago, and while I can't quite put my finger on it, but suddenly, something is different about the boys.

Something is happening.

Declan walks through the front door with Liam and Rory on his heel. "Liam will get you all up to speed," he says to his brothers as he passes."Layla, can you pleasekeep an eye onFiona?"

"I need you upstairs," he barks before grabbing my hand and pulling me up the stairs.

"Ohmy God. It's barely been an hour since you were inside of me," I dramatically exclaim. The only acknowledgment I receive from him is a disapproving glance over his shoulder as he squeezes my hand harder and continues dragging me toward our bedroom. He closes the door, and I continue to brat, "And trust me, you're still dripping from me too."

"I love you, mochéadsearc , but right now, I need you to shut up and listen to what I tell you."

"Dec," my voice catches, "you're scaring me."

"Good," he huffs, "because you need to be." Using his hold on my hand, he pulls me into him. His arms wrap around me, completely enveloping me in his embrace, and he squeezes me painfully tightly. His lips dust over my forehead as he releases me. The touch of his hand doesn't leave me as he leads me to the couch.

"Before I tell you anything, I need you to know that I will protect you with my life. All of us will. Do you understand?"

I nod my response. Remembering Declan doesn't like when I don't use my words, I blurt, "Yes,Sir."

"The cameras. They didn't start watching until you moved in. They were watching you."

"Me?" My brows scrunch. "All over one greasy guy at the bar that even his friends didn't bother to stop and mourn."

"Yes and no." Declan pulls me onto his lap so he can hold me closer. "We think they want you for the guy inthebar, but they also want you for what I did to the two other guys. They know that taking you—or Fiona—will hurt me more than anything they could do to me."

He continues to tell me everything they've learned, including how taking this job with him likely saved my life.

In more ways than one, apparently.

"They made a move because they could . Something changed, and they know how to get their hands on you." He cups my face and stares into my eyes as he assuresme, "I have no intentions of leaving your side. No one will ever hurt you again, mochéadsearc ."

"Promise?" I choke, fighting back the tears. While I know he will do anything to protect me, I am terrified when I imagine what will happen to me if the Bratva ever get their hands on me. Death would be better than any nightmarish scenario I've dreamed up. Better than everything I've already survived.

"One that I will die for to ensure I never break it again." Declan pulls my face the short distance towardhis. His lips vibrate against mine when he speaks again. "I won't lose you again."

I don't know if it's his unwavering commitment to protecting me or the overwhelming fear of death, but Ifind myself needing him. Licking along the seam of his lips, I press my tongue into his mouth. He doesn't hesitate to pull me tighter and kiss me back. The kiss is long and deep, and Ifind myself grindingagainst his lap as I whimper into his mouth with need.

"Fuck, you makeitimpossible to keep my hands off you," Declan speaks through our kiss

"Then don't."

Wrapping his hands around my waist, Declan twists and pins me to the couch beneath him. He kisses along my neck as his hips circle, grinding his already hard length against me. Lifting slightly, he rolls me beneath him until I'm on my stomach, immediately returning his lips to my neck.

"I can't deny my needy little wife ," he whispers along my neck, "but we need to be fast so we can get back downstairs."

With Declan straddling my legs, my heart races with anticipation as I listen to him undo his zipper. He grips the waistline of my pants and roughly yanks them over myass before using them to tug it into the air.

Declan presses the entirety of himself into me with a single stroke, and I groan in both pleasure and the discomfort of him stretching me so quickly. He uses the grip on my pants for leverage to slam into me hard and fast, leaving me grunting and biting the seat cushion beneath me to keep from screaming out in pleasure as he drives me toward my release.

Grabbing my hands, he pulls them both over my head, leans overme,and presses me to the couch beneath the weight of his body. His hot, panting breath blows against my neck as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. "Bite that fucking pillow because I haven't evenbegun to fuckyou hard yet."

He thrusts into me at an ungodly speed, his thick cock hittingevery lastspot that I need him to. The orgasm he's building swells at my core, and I bury my face into the couch, using it to muffle my screams as I violently come undone beneath him. Withdrawing nearly from me, he slams into me again and moans through the pleasure of his release against my shoulder.

Pulling himself from me, he groans as he runs his finger along my pussy, collecting his cum. "That sweet little pussy of yours is so fucking full that I'm dripping from you."

He rubs it along my entrance to press it back into me and pulls my pants back over my ass as I struggle to catch my breath. "Thank you, Sir," I pant. "Because fucking a baby into me is the other promise I'm expecting you to keep."