Status Updates From A Dangerous Affair (Ruthles...

I’m a tough bastard if there ever was one, but she could wipe the floor with me if she wanted to. She could nail me to a cross and gather my blood in a goblet, and I’d still be hard as fuck for her. I’d still kill for her. And I’d die for her.

Hurting her feels like hacking into my own fucking flesh. Now I want so much more than revenge. I wanna own her, be inside her body and inside her mind, to see the worship in her eyes when I give her the most shattering orgasms she’s ever had. I wanna be an experience that possesses her, that flows through her veins . I want her blood and her cum on my tongue.

“You’re asking because you want to know what you mean to me. But can you handle the truth?” My body tightens with anticipation, but I hang in there. “You’ve always been a special experience for me,” he says. “When I’m around you, I don’t think, I just feel, which is so rare for me, it’s worth the world. Men like me often turn to booze, drugs and high-maintenance hookers to cope with the ugly reality of themselves .

Declan turns my head, and crashes his lips against mine. Before I even realize what’s happening, his tongue forces its way into my mouth, seeking mine in a demanding kiss. When our lips peel off each other, I’m dizzy and speechless, and not sure what my freaking name is. “Good girl,” he rasps, his black eyes connected to mine, spreading their inky poison into my mind. Fuck, I belong to this man

I keep my eyes on the mug, my fingers stroking its sides, but I’m hanging onto their every word. I know that Declan needed Jax’s help with something delicate, and that a terrible secret binds them. To this day, nobody knows what that secret is. If I could find out, if I had something on him...

I’m going to pour my venom into her, infect her, force her to accept that no man can make her feel like I can. As much as she hates it, she’ll never come as hard for anyone else. Only my possession can run through her veins like poison and shake her world.

“Do I?” He strokes himself, his impressive erection attracting everyone’s eyes. “I mean, it's been a while. How about you refresh my memory?” Manspreading in his chair, hand on his dick, he stares provocatively up at me from under his eyebrows. “Let me start by refreshing yours– I do love me an audience when I fuck.”

I’m anxious about his punishment, because I know I’m going to enjoy every second of it. Because I’m twisted like that. He fucked me up seven years ago in college, ruining me for any other man. I told myself it was a defense mechanism. Now I realize it was worse than that. I was waiting for him.

“He’s going to want revenge,” I murmur, circling the rim of my now empty glass with my finger, eyes fixed on the glittering wall of liquor in front of me, my face reflected in one of the whiskey bottles. I look haunted. “He’s going to do bad things to me.”

He gestures around elegantly with the glass of whiskey in his hand. “Because this is exactly the kind of place my friends would expect me to be. It’s my tribe.”“Well, yes . Except we are not friends.” I don’t even know where that one came from . His eyes hold mine, and I’m unable to look away. There’s a quiet anger in his face that seeps into his aura, making everyone around shift their weight, sensing the danger.