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Chapter 40
Anita
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He slapped me. AndI liked it. A whole fucking lot. Any sane person would spit in his face and tell him to fuck off after that—ortellthem to lick his blood. But apparently my morality went adios and was nowhere in sight. My body didn't catch the hint from the gross depravity, and now I want more of his poison. But now I’m taken aback by his next request.
I smile daringly. “I told you. I don't allow men to taste my pussy.”
His eyes darken. “And I told you that I’m not just any man.” He searches my face, his gaze pierced deep into mine so I can understand. “I’myourman.”
And from that I have nothing logical to say because my heart is bursting brighter than the fairy lights outside.My man.
My eyes flicker over his chest, and my stomach flutters, wrapping up like a bow. The now red cut, carved nice and neat on his chest. Marked byme. I lick over my lips, still getting the metallic taste of him.
A ‘V’ mark wouldn’t have fitted him right. That’s for the weak assholes that chose to become disgusting imbeciles. Ronan isnotthem. He’s worthy; he’s mine. ‘A’ markshisspot.
Ronan loosens his hold on my hair and kisses me deeply this time, even with his leftover cum in my mouth. He pulls away, leaving me breathless. “So, are you going to let me get a taste or not?”
I swallow and part my lips.
Ronan takes my waist and nudges me toward him. “How about you show me what to do, and I'll follow your instructions like a good boy.”
My belly gallops, and my pussy agrees with pleasure. “We can do that.”
In no time my back is planted against the cold window, Ronan is kneeling before me with his large hands teasing the insides of my thighs. I shudder with a gasp because sensitive sparks are already filling all over.
I gaze down at him with a thunderous heart, and he's watching me with his pearl-like eyes, hiking my dress up slowly to my waist, but some of it still spills around his hand.
Ronan takes my leg and plants it over his shoulder. “Show me how you like it, baby.” He groans low, placing soft kisses on the inner part of my thigh. I tremble and shut my eyes as he starts to drag his tongue over my pussy. I thought he would lower my underwear next, but he kept watching me as his tongue extended and licked under the slit of my lips. Then he pushes between the blockage and finds my swollen nub that's been deprived since I had his cock in my mouth.
“Oh.” I shudder and grip his shoulder while the other is on the glass.
He squeezes both chunks of my ass, pushing me into his mouth. “Are you going to show me how you want this pussy ate?” He thrust again, rubbing right on my clit, the fabric, and his tongue together creates a friction that makes my body erupt in pleasure.
“I know you can please this needy little cunt.” His fingers dig into my ass, and I’m purring in my throat, hoping my hold on him is stable enough. Ronan gives more pressure to my throbbing clit, then lifts slightly.
“I saw you that night in London. Fucking yourself with the underwear I left for you.”
My gaze shoots down at him, surprised. I knew it. I fucking knew it.
“You were at the door.” I moan, threading my fingers through his soft locks.
His eyes shut, and he runs his nose over the soaking fabric. “I wanted to go inside so bad and take you right there. But it was much better, pleasuring myself as you moaned my name.”
With one push, he thrust his thumb into the slit of my ass and circles the tiny hole. I gasp, shocked, my body jerking up from the new invasion.
He continues playing with it. “I want you writhing and squirming just like that for me. Your body shutting down from the pleasureIgive you, do you understand?”
I nod unquestionably. “Yes.” I moan.
“Good.” He pecks once more before lowering my leg and hooking his thumbs under my lace panties as drags them down.
Goosebumps rise on my arms and shivers rush up and down my spine as I watch Ronan pull them off and toss them to the side. My heart beats louder in my chest when he takes my thigh and places it on his shoulder securely. “Tell me how you want it,” he groans out. His breath fans over my aching pussy; then, to get a better dose, he rubs his nose against the front and takes a deep inhale. I watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head like a possessed man. His fingers dig into the meat of my thigh that's braced on his shoulder.
Ronan releases a throaty growl and looks up at me with drawn brows, as if it pains him to not take matters into his own hands.