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More exquisite moans pour from me at his threat, like I’m singing a harmony. My eyes roll back.
“I—” My statement’s cut short when he begins moving his hips and starts thrusting. Each slide out vibrates a tingle through every inch of my spine, snaking down to my toes. When he jerks forward, his hips slap my ass with a skin-to-skin smack, and the tip of his cock taps on my a-spot, causing me to gush even more.
“Fuck!” I cry, clawing my nails into the sheets to hold myself together because with every delicious slam he gives me, I’m hit with more pleasure than I can handle.
“Say my name,” he growls deeply in my ear.
Electric elation courses through me, and my clit continues to swell, my heart beating faster. Am I going to orgasm without stimulation?
I think about being a good girl and saying Ronan’s name—but I don’t.
“God,” I moan purposely, a devious smirk on my lips.
“Fucking with me won’t be good for you.”
“Maybe not.” I pant. “What are you going to do about it?” I push back into him, forcing another moan from my lips.
He chuckles darkly. “I’m going to fuck you so hard until you learn to only screammy name.”
I bite my lip, twisting my head enough to look at him. “You think no one has ever fucked me hard before?”
He narrows his gaze on me. “HaveIever fucked like that?”
A cold chill races up my back. He spreads my thighs wider than before and dips my lower back with his hand. My ass tilts higher in the air, my pussy on full display. “I should fuck you in the ass for that, but I’ll save that for home. For now, I only want to see that pretty little face crying for me again while I ruin you.”
“I don’t cry during sex.”
He places his right hand above me, resting it on the iron headboard, then grips my nape in a death hold. The side of my face smashes into the pillow and the only sight I get is Ronan’s dark, large figure hovering above me, like he's ready to snatch every part of my dignity away.
“There's always a first time for everything, remember?” He finds my entrance again and slides inside with a guttural groan. His hips roll into me as he tightens the hold on my neck as though I'll try to escape.
My breath comes out jagged, but I’m aroused, anticipating the next move. Something about him trapping me so I can’t move an inch is making my cunt ache with desire.
“Can you handle it, little snake?” he taunts, grinding achingly slow, lowering his lips to my cheek and applying tiny kisses. He’s so hot and cold. First, he’s cruel to my body, then he’s kind.
I bite down on my lip from the coaxing he's doing to me. “I’m a big girl,” I muffle with a grin curling up the side of my face.
He chuckles sinisterly. “I love your confidence. As usual.”
Lifting me, he positions himself, then proceeds to fuck me hard as promised, holding his heavy weight above me with his hand and clutching that bar. My back shatters with each plunge, every thrust hitting a spot that feels so damn good. I moan and moan from the massacre he’s delivering to me. My nails dig into the sheets as I attempt to catch my breath, but he's merciless, brutal with his order that I swear my body will split in half. A rippling explosive ignites in my belly, and I’m gripping around his cock while hot cream secretes from my pussy.
“Oh, yes!” My eyes roll to the back of my head again as another ripple crashes into me, a gush of hot liquid following right behind.
He leans down, moaning and breathing harshly at the rim of my ear; cold sweat rubs against my back, and my scalp rises with blazing heat. “Say it, or you don't get to come again. I’ll make sure of it.”
He stuffs his hand between us and teases my engorged clit. Stimulating me until my head throbs, and when I’m right on the brink, he stops. I shatter inside, dragging the sheet angrily. He does it again, massaging my nub, while his movements stay the same.
It becomes too much. Delirious in his compelling and blazing heat, I cry out, “Ronan!”
His knees spread my legs wider as he pumps faster. “Wrong,” he growls out like a beast.
My throat swells as I’m at the tip of a glorious release. “Poison.”
His breath blows harshly against the curve of my ear. “I can’t hear you, little snake.”
With a nip to my ear and another deep thrust, I nearly crumble. “Say it louder.”
If I had pride, it’s nowhere in sight.