Declan: The Callaghan Mafia #1

by Rylan, Savannah

  “To the future,” she said.

  “You look stunning tonight.”

  She blushed. “You don’t look half bad yourself, handsome.”

  I clinked my glass against hers and watched her sip the wine. The atmosphere was perfect. The candlelight casting our shadows against the wall. The perfect steak and lobster tail grilled just right. Vegetables, still crunchy, yet flavorful. And a dessert for us to split. I fed her bite after bite. Listening as she hummed. Watching as her ruby red lips wrapped around that damn spoon. Fucking hell, she ignited me. Like lightning streaking across the sky.

  “I don’t know what I would’ve done had you gone back to you father,” I murmured.

  She sighed. “Declan, I—”

  “If you apologize one more time, you won’t like the punishment up ahead.”

  She smiled. “Promise.”

  My cock ached. “Very much so.”

  “Well, in that case, I’m very sorry.”

  She winked at me and I made a silent promise to make her regret that.

  In all the best ways, of course.

  “How are you feeling tonight?” I asked.

  She nodded. “The pain medication is helping. A lot. But my shoulder is very sore. I should’ve worn the sling.”

  “Well, let’s get you back home, then. No use in you being out if you don’t feel well.”

  “I never said that. I only said my shoulder was sore. That doesn’t mean I don’t feel well. I’m enjoying being out with you.”

  I reached across the table and took her left hand within mine. The waitstaff came and cleared the dishes away. Leaving us with nothing sitting between us. Except our wine glasses, of course. I slid mine off to the side. I plucked Ciara’s from her hand. Her brow furrowed softly as I stood up, my body coming around to her.

  And when I got down onto one knee, she quirked an eyebrow.

  “Declan?”

  “Yes?”

  “What are you doing?”

  I grinned. “Are you worried I might do something…worrisome?”

  She giggled. “Knowing you, it could be anything.”

  “Sir.”

  I looked up and saw that the waitstaff had been watching. Perfect. They would be tipped finely tonight. I nodded my thanks as he dipped down, showcasing the small silver tray to Ciara. She gasped as the small red velvet box. She picked the perfect fucking dress for a night like this. I cracked the box open with my one hand before holding it up to her. Never once letting go of her hand.

  “Declan,” she whispered.

  “I know that the way we met isn’t conventional. Or maybe how you wished we would have met. But, I’m glad you’re in my life, Ciara.”

  She smiled. “I’m glad, too.”

  “You’re a very bright spot in an otherwise dark world. You remind me of what it means to be good. To be wholesome. To be happy. To be adored. There are things your mere presence reminds me of that I need in my life. Reminders I don't get anywhere else. And that was the first reason why I fell in love with you.”

  “Oh,” she breathed.

  “The second reason was your smile. How it lights up your eyes. How it illuminates your cheeks. The way you flush all the way down your neck the broader it grows. I love making you smile. It makes me smile. And the giggle that effortlessly follows is one my heart beats in time with.”

  I watched her eyes water as I slid the sapphire ring out from its box. Feeling the velvet case drop against my knee before hitting the ground.

  “The third reason why I fell in love with you was your body. Because even before I got to experience it, so much more of you captured my attention. Marked my soul in ways I’ll never let go of. But what sealed my fate was watching you stand off against your father in that distillery last night. Watching you buck up to the one person you were more afraid of than anything in this world. It was like watching a mouse go up against a mountain. Something so small and fragile. I feared for your life while I stood in the shadows.”

  She sniffled and I brought her hand to my lips to kiss.

  “The strength you embodied was miraculous. It’s a strength I sometimes don’t feel whenever I wake up in the morning. And I know, without a shadow of a doubt, I’m a stronger man by having you at my side. In my life. Forever, if you’ll have me.”

  She snickered. “Of course, I will.”

  “I want you to do this because you have a choice, Ciara. Even though your father gifted you to me, you still have a choice. I want you to know that.”

  I gazed up into her eyes, watching as she smiled brightly. Her cheeks, flushing. Her neck, reddening. Like it always did.

  “I choose you, Declan. Because I know I have a choice,” she said.

  “Ciara, will you marry me?”

  She giggled with delight. “Of course, I’ll marry you, you idiot.”

  She crashed her lips against mine and the world faded away. I stood up, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her against my body. I lifted her off her feet, feeling her arms tighten around my neck. And as the waitstaff softly applauded us, I grinned against her lips.

  “If the ring isn’t what you expected—”

  “Shut up and put it on my finger. It’s perfect, you big lug.”

  I grinned. “Such a sassy mouth tonight. I’ll have to do something about that.”

  “Promise?” she whispered.

  I captured her lips before slipping the ring mindlessly on her finger. I scooped her up, then nodded to the waitstaff to charge the account I had with this establishment. I kept an open tab with them at all times. For drinks. For business dinners. For pleasurable moments just like this one. Hell, the family owned fifteen percent of this place. They knew better than to overcharge me or over tip themselves.

  Which gave me more time with Ciara against my body.

  I carried her to the car and slid her in. I hopped in next to her, closing the door behind me. I rolled up the partition as the driver took us home. Knowing exactly where I wanted to go.

  Then, I gripped Ciara’s cheeks and turned her face my way.

  “I believe someone apologized when I told them not to.”

  I ran my fingers through her hair. I pulled her head back, exposing her neck to me. I raked my teeth down her pulse point, hearing her hiss and gasp for air. I clapped my hand against her thigh, feeling her jump. Her squeal made my cock ache, and I saw her tits hardening against her crimson red dress. I’d rip it off her and buy her a new one later. I wanted her naked against my body. In this car, as we cruised down the road. Ready to be caught at a moment’s notice.

  “Declan, I—oh!”

  “You’re mine. Do you hear me?” I growled.

  I fisted her dress and tore it. Thread by thread. Until her tits spilled out for my taking. I nibbled on them. Sucked them to painful peaks. Until they were marked with black and blue indentations of my mouth. She moaned for me. Her legs spread, but I kept them closed. No friction for her. No touching and no filling until I said so.

  “Declan,” she whined.

  “I told you I’d punish you, beautiful. Now, let’s deal with that sassy mouth of yours.”

  I fell back to the seat and pulled my cock out. Leaking. Aching. Ready to be inside her. I fisted her hair and pressed her down into my lap, relaxing back into the seat. Oh, her mouth fit perfectly around me. Her throat closed around my tip and I hissed with delight. My hips rose, filling her mouth. Growing against her teeth as she unhinged her jaw for me.

  “That’s a good girl. Oh, my sweet girl.”

  She giggled around my dick and my balls curled up. Her tongue swirled around, lapping up my precum as I dripped for her. I pumped against her face. Her red lipstick marked my skin as her spit dripped down my thigh. My hand tightened in her hair as she gagged around me, tears threatening to streak her skin.

  Then, I ripped her from my cock and pulled her up to my lips. Kissing her furiously. Pulling her into my lap. Ready to fill her to the brim as the car came to a halt.

  “Sir? I h
ate to interrupt. But we’re home,” the driver said.

  And as I grinned at Ciara’s sex-hazed eyes, I smiled.

  “Perfect. Thank you. You’re done for the night once we get out,” I said.

  I fisted my cock and readied myself. I felt her warmth battering against me. Ciara’s forehead fell to my shoulder and I reveled as the feeling. I slid my aching tip along her slit. I coated myself in her fluids. In her mark. In the way she shivered as her arms lazily wrapped around my neck.

  “I love you, Declan,” she whispered softly.

  And as I kissed the shell of her ear, I eased myself inside her.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  I growled as my hands dripped her hips. I swiveled my pelvis, raking against her sensitive clit. Her face buried itself into the crook of my neck as her dress tumbled down her body. I felt her tits pressing against my chest. I felt her lips kissing my skin. I thrusted into her, making her jump against me as her body flushed for my viewing pleasure. I panted for air. Grunts fell from my lips as her pussy walls clamped around me. And as my own toes curled against the bottoms of my shoes, her juices dripped down my balls.

  “Oh, Ciara.”

  “Declan.”

  “Fucking hell, woman.”

  “Declan, please!”

  The car bucked with our movements. I slid my hands to her ass cheeks and held her close to me. I pounded against her, with the sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin. The smell of her filled my nostrils. My mouth watered for more of her. She lifted her head and pressed her lips against mine, her kiss growing sloppy the tighter her pussy clamped down around me.

  And as I sucked on her lower lip, she whimpered.

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “Not yet,” I growled.

  She groaned at me as her head fell back. I wrapped my arms around her lower back as my lips slid down her breasts. I captured her nipple, sucking deeply on it. Watching goosebumps rush across her flushed skin as her legs clamped against my thighs. The leather of the seats underneath us were slickened by our movements. By our sweat. By the juices pouring from her entrance. And as I pounded harder into her, the sounds slipping from her lips mounted.

  Louder, and louder.

  Letting everyone know who passed by our fucking car exactly who she belonged to.

  “Declan!”

  “Almost there, beautiful.”

  “Declan, please. Please. Please. I—I can’t. I can’t hold—”

  “You better.”

  “Oh, fuck,” she whimpered.

  My mouth moved over to her other tit. I sucked her nipples to painful peaks as she worked to hold back her orgasm. She wiggled against my body, her walls sucking me down. Pulling me deeper into her as she bit down on her lower lip. I brought her back to my body. She collapsed against me as I ground against her swollen clit as it pulsed for me. Ready to burst free, whether or not she had my permission.

  “Declan, it hurts so good,” she moaned.

  “Then, why don’t you come for me and find some relief, beautiful,” I murmured.

  And the way her body wrapped around me had nothing on the way her pussy owned my cock. Massaging it. Gripping it. Milking me for everything I had.

  I kept my control, though. I didn’t spill into her the way I wanted.

  Because I sure as hell wasn’t done with her body just yet.

  19

  Declan

  The way Ciara collapsed against me made me feel powerful. Alive. Grateful to be her man. I cradled her against me as I slid my cock from between her legs. The gushing of juices made her flush with embarrassment. But, for me? It was a sign to be proud of. I kissed her sweaty forehead. I slipped her off to the side so I could stuff myself back into my pants. And after piecing myself together, I slipped my coat off.

  To cover the naked bosom of my fiancée.

  “That’ll be all. You can return home for the evening,” I said.

  “Yes, Declan,” the driver said.

  “And don’t get here until eleven in the morning. Spend some time with your family.”

  “Thank you. It is much appreciated.”

  “Of course. Goodnight.”

  “Night, Declan.”

  I opened the car door before gathering my beautiful fiancée in my arms. She shivered against me, curling into my chest as I slid us both out. I kissed the top of her head as I kicked the car door closed. Then, I set off for the front door.

  Where one of our bodyguards opened it up for me.

  “Let you and your men know you’re dismissed for the evening,” I said.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “‘Declan’,” Ciara said groggily.

  I grinned. “The lady’s right. ‘Declan’, not ‘sir.’”

  “Right. Yes. Of course, Declan,” the bodyguard said.

  The men rounded up at the front door as I carried Ciara to the stairs. I wanted the house to ourselves for the night. I wanted her all to myself. I walked us into our bedroom and laid her down on our sprawling mattress. I stripped the rest of her clothes from her, watching her beautiful body come into view. Her soft curves. Her long legs. Those handfuls of breasts already covered in marks of my teeth. Then, I saw the swollen area of her shoulder. The way her hand cradled softly against her body.

  I backtracked into the bathroom to get her what she needed.

  “Here, take this. Let me help,” I said.

  I held Ciara’s head up softly as I slipped the pills against her tongue.

  “The water’s cold, be careful,” I said.

  I held the glass to her lips as she worked the pain medication into her system.

  “I’m so tired,” she whispered.

  I laid her head back down onto the pillow. “Good thing I don’t plan on having you do anymore work tonight, then.”

  Her eyes fell open. “Wh—what?”

  I grinned as I reached for the tie around my neck. Loosened, but certainly not undone. I slid it above my head and slipped it around her good wrist, quickly tying her arm to the headboard. She looked up quickly as her eyes widened. I stood up from the bed as I stripped myself of my clothes. Then, I walked my naked body over to the closet and got two more of my silken ties.

  One for each of her ankles.

  “Declan?”

  I chuckled. “Yes?”

  “What are you doing?”

  My eyes danced along her body as I stroked my hardened cock, watching how her pussy lips unfurled. Her legs spread for me. Her body open for my taking. She looked delectable. The perfect dessert to end a wonderful evening.

  “I’m about to give you what you wish,” I said.

  Ciara giggled. “And what is it I wish?”

  “To come, of course.”

  I leapt onto the bed and quickly found myself buried inside her. I watched her eyes bulge as she choked out my name. I pounded into her, my fingertips falling against her clit. And as her hips bucked against me, I saw her struggling against the restraints.

  “Declan. Declan. I want to—hold you.”

  I growled. “Not tonight, beautiful. Tonight, you’re mine for the taking.”

  Her juices dripped down my balls. My body locked up with my orgasm quickly building. I gazed into her eyes, watching as she quaked against the mattress. My lips fell to her neck. I bit into her skin, raking my teeth down her pulse point. She called out my name so sweetly. So innocently. So needily.

  And as her pussy gripped my cock once more, she pulled me over the edge.

  “Declan, yes!”

  “That’s it. Fucking hell, Ciara. Ah, grip that cock. Suck it dry. There it is. Oh, yeah.”

  I rutted against her. Like a wild animal, I felt the beast break out of my cage. I’d torture her in all the best ways tonight. I’d made sure she never wanted for another orgasm so long as I was with her. I sucked marks against her neck. I slid my tongue down to her shoulder. She collapsed underneath me, but I sure as hell wasn’t done pouring into her.

  So, my fingers slipped between her pussy folds.

  “
Declan!”

  “Mhm.”

  “I can’t. It—it hurts so—oh, fuck.”

  “Such a dirty mouth for a good girl.”

  “Declan,” she whimpered.

  “I know you’ve got another one for me, sweet girl. Come for me.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can.”

  “Declan. Faster. Faster. Faster.”

  I chuckled against her skin. “There it is.”

  “Oh, shit,” she squeaked.

  She arched against me, her breasts pouring into the divots of my chest. I growled as she clamped around me again, milking the rest of my dick. My balls quickly pulled up. I panted against her skin. And as sweat dripped down my neck, the last of my mark shot into her body.

  Falling against her walls with every warm spurt.

  “Oh, shit,” she gasped.

  “You’re not done yet, gorgeous,” I murmured.

  “Wh-wh-wh—what? What did you— I can’t—”

  I kissed the marks against her skin. “Yes, you can, beautiful. I know you’ve got it in you.”

  I eyes ripped open as sweat dripped down my brow. The echoes in my mind of Ciara begging me for more rattled my mind. I licked my chapped lips. I felt my raging erection against the comforter of the bed. Something damp fell against my skin as my cock jumped, reminding me of how much I still wanted her.

  How much I still needed her.

  I rolled over and gazed upon the body of my fiancée. My beautiful, wonderful, incredible Ciara. With my cock pulsing for her, I traced my fingertip along the slope of her neck. Along her shoulder. Down her arm, as goosebumps followed quickly behind. I smiled groggily as she moved. She groaned softly before rolling over onto her back. And when the dark marks along her neck and breasts came into view, a need within me rose.

  A need to wake her up with my tongue.

  You don’t have time, Declan. You have a meeting to call.

  Fuck.

  I didn’t want to leave her. I wanted to take her again. And again. Even though I knew she’d be sore. Even though I knew her pussy would be red and swollen from my efforts last night. I counted eight different orgasms before she finally cried out for me to stop. And meant it. I wanted to get her to ten one of these days. Then, fifteen. I wanted her tolerance to rise for me until she never asked me to stop. Until she was greedy for my lips, my tongue, my cock, and my hands.