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This is exactly how I expected him to be, and any sensible girl would probably run for the hills. But not me—my stupid ass actually wants him to degrade me, to demand things of me. Especially when it comes to keeping his cum inside of me.
That thought, oddly enough, sends butterflies through my stomach.
“No… maybe…” I add in playfully, before swinging my legs off the side of the bed and begin to get up. “What would be my punishment if I cleaned up?”
The ache in my lower stomach intensifies as I stand and groan. Wait, what day is it?
He sets the towels down onto the bed and tilts his head. “I have this thing with people watching me take what’s mine.” Heat floods straight up to my face, completely pulling me from the pain in my uterus. “I’ll make you run through those woods outside, butt-ass naked, and only catch you when there are people around. Then, I’ll slam my cock into that needy pussy of yours and have you cumming with an audience.”
My mouth drops open.
I don’t say anything. Holy shit, I don’t even move because did he just say that to me?
“Needy little slut wants that, huh?”
My thighs quake and a minuscule nod of my head occurs, because he is so right. The thought of someone seeing him ravage me,me, makes every drop of desire I’ve ever had rush straight to my clit.
“Look at you glistening with the thought, baby girl.” He grabs the towels and smirks. “Don’t you dare touch yourself either. Only when I command you to will you do that.”
Slipping my hands down to my stomach, he turns from me, not caring that I was about to test the waters and slip a finger between my slit.
He wants me to defy him.
I’m so fucked, and in the best way imaginable.
Ronan
Leaving with a fucking erection like this and having the means to fix it, really is an idiotic thing to do. I should just turn around and fuck her before I go.
The problem lies in that I’m not a quick one and done. Suppose it’s a blessing now, maybe not in my youth. I’ve got this strange bodily reaction to be able to come over and over, and it’s extremely difficult to satiate my need.
The perfect example was last night, I literally fucked Cal into a coma.
Before I left, she was standing in front of the garage door with her hands behind her back, giving me those droopy, siren eyes. I could tell she wanted a kiss, and it’s a strange feeling—wanting it, too. It wasn’t gentle or romantic, but she enjoyed it, and I loved leaving her there, drooling for more.
She’s my desperate little thing, and I am going to enjoy every second of it while it lasts.
Once my bike’s rolling and I’m down the driveway, I tap my phone clamped to the dash, pulling up Ken’s number and dialing. He picks up on the first ring. I rarely wait past the second—if someone can’t answer by then, they’re busy and not worth waiting for.
“Hey, Ro.” I hear screaming in the background, but it’s just Mia it sounds like. It’s followed by barking. Nothing abnormal it would seem. “Car should be done either tomorrow or the next.”
As I peel through the open gates of the community, I hit the streets, heading to the highway. “Thanks, but I called for an update on my request.”
“Serrano’s. Do you know how many people have that name?”
“Did you start with any ex-boyfriends?”
“She’s had a few, but none with that name.” He pauses, then hums. “Listen, she’s a sweet thing and I looked into her family. Dad was a professor before dying of prostate cancer, Mom delivered mail while going to law school. They all seem very clean-cut. Then there is your brother, I mean—” He laughs, and I roll my eyes. “Can’t get any moreclean-cutthan that pristine-suited bitch.”
I smirk. “What’s your point?”
“The first thing I thought of was the Serrano House. They are a notorious drug family that now lives better than the President because they dealonlyto ‘the elite’.”
“Don’t refer to rich assholes as the elite.” I know it’s their definition, but that makes them sound superior. Money doesn’t make you powerful. Power makes you powerful. Gripping tightly to the handles, I lean forward and speed through a turning yellow light and get onto the highway.
“My bad.”
“It’s fine. I’ve never heard of them.”
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