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Silence falls, and his eyebrow pops—again, the one with ‘SIT’.

“I’ll get going.”

“Don’t leave on my account,” he says. Once again, I’m caught trying to read his demeanor. I can’t tell if he’s being sincere or just putting on a polite front.

Either way, she steps in front of me and wraps her arms around my neck to give me a hug. “He’s scary hot,” she whispers in my ear before giving me a kiss on the cheek.

Yes, he scares me, but it’s not the kind of fear that makes me want to run for my life. It’s the kind that makes me want to run just so he’ll catch me—you know, to see what he’d do if he did.

“Genevieve,” Ronan calls just as she reaches the door. She turns to face him, and he asks, “How long have you known Cal?”

My heart drops straight to my stomach. It sounds innocent enough, but to me, it’s anything but. Something feels off, and my instincts are screaming it.

“I met her in college, so we’ve been friends for—oh, what, eight years now?” Gene smiles warmly at him. “I’d ask you the same,” she adds playfully, pointing at him with her freshly manicured nail, “but she’s already told me. I’m a little upset she hasn’t mentioned me.”

I glance over at Ronan and catch the corner of his lip curling up. “Definitely deserves some punishment for that,” he mutters.

Now my heart’s in my pussy.

“Okay, okay, I do not need to know how her uncle fucks her.”

That gets a chuckle from him. “I like you. Drive safe.”

That’s her cue to go, and when she’s out of the house, door closed, I watch his gaze slowly—oh, so fucking menacingly so—shift to me. I swallow and it’s difficult to do, I actually have to move my head around, as if assisting the phantom ball lodged in my throat down.

I smile. “Hey.”

“Hey, baby girl.” Jesus Christ the way he says that makes my clit throb. “You showered.”

Throwing my hands up near my chest, palms facing him, I shake my head. “Okay, look. Yes I did, but I had to. I started my period.”

He takes back the rest of the water in the glass before setting it down. “And?” I hear Gene’s car start, and soon the crunching of gravel as she pulls out of the driveway.

“And I had to go to the store.”

“I’m waiting for the part that excuses you for defying my one command.” As he finishes the sentence, he pushes off the counter and starts walking toward me. “I get the feeling you’re enjoying the idea of what I’ll do if you don’t listen.”

Again, I am fighting for my life, trying to swallow and breathe. Did he not just hear me? “I’m sorry.” I’m really notthatapologetic. He’s right, I do want him to punish me. “I guess you can revisit chasing me once I’ve… stopped…” My words trail off as he invades my space.

His hand comes to my throat, the back of his knuckles brushing gently down toward my collarbone. My arms stay locked at my sides, and I wish I weren’t wearing a top so that my skin could be touching his.

He leans forward, gently pressing his index finger under my chin and using his thumb to guide my head to turn. “Revisit for what? Does your cunt not work?” His breath fans against my cheek.

I clench my pussy because surely my tampon is about to go shooting out of me.

“I wasn’t aware that your period plugged up your needy hole.”

My entire body lights on fire.

“M-My tampon is—”

Why did I say that?!

His hand grips my throat and in seconds his opposite one is down the front of my pants. I shriek and am fighting my instincts to go straight to his chest to push him away. It’s like he doesn’t even think of that as a possibility because he is down in my panties and fingers spreading my slit.

“R-Ronan! What are you doing?!”

“Unplugging my hole.” He wraps his fingers around the string of my tampon, at least that’s what I assume because a pressure pulls at my center. “Relax, I’d hate for the string to break off and have to go fishing for it.”