Page 19 of Ronan

My pussy clenches so hard it might permanently stay that way.

Did he just...

My body overheats so suddenly, I forget how to breathe. All those fantasies, all those little clues that I dismissed. It was him all along. That’s why Nightbreed never called or texted when I was here, why he never complained that I was hanging out with other men when he was clearly spying on me.

It explains how Nightbreed got my number, how he knew where I lived, why he wouldn’t tell me his first name. Ronan isn’t exactly common.

Holy shit.

This is wrong and we both know it, but he knew who I was the entire time. He’s fucked me in every hole I have, bred me in all three, and he’s sitting here in front of me looking more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen him.

Fuck.

After way too many seconds of just staring at him wide-eyed, I whip the blanket off my lap and flip over to straddle his. As his hands find my hips and his fingertips dig in, I start to tremble. This isn’t some stranger in a bathroom or a mask, this is my brother.

“Ro,” I whisper, reaching up to touch his cheek. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because I wanted you as long as I could have you. I knew it wasn’t sustainable, but I didn’t care.

I couldn’t care, especially after I had that first taste.

I only made that dumb TikTok to get your attention, and at first, that was as far as I planned it to go.

I didn’t tell you, because... I’m selfish.

Hit me, yell at me, call me a sick fuck, I don’t care, baby girl. Just say you’ll fucking stay.”

So much about his behavior recently makes sense now. I want to be mad at him for not telling me — for sitting here listening to me pour my heart out to him — but I can’t. I understand why he didn’t, it’s the same reason I never told him my crush returned.

This is wrong .

We’re wrong.

And if one of us brought it up when the other wasn’t receptive, it would ruin everything. So we couldn’t. He couldn’t.

“I love you.” It’s out before I even consciously decide to say it, but it’s true. Clicking all these pieces together confirms it. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Gripping his face with both hands, I kiss him like Nightbreed kissed me the first time. Passionately, desperately, fully.

The way he melts into it confirms everything he’s said.

He is Nightbreed. No one has ever or could ever kiss me the way he does.

His tongue moves with mine like they were always meant to be one, and the small whimper he releases as he pins me to him harder has me dripping wet in seconds.

I’m wet for him, for my step-brother, not just Nightbreed, and somehow the anticipation feels even more delicious than it ever has before.

Never in a million years did I think learning his identity would beat the taboo of anonymous sex, and yet...

“I pictured your face the whole time,” I admit between kisses. “Always yours.”

Groaning, Ronan grinds his hard cock into me. “That makes me happy and jealous at the same time,” he admits back. “Do you know how hard it was to hear you moan a different name?”

I used his name as my fucking safe word.

The realization startles me so much I sit back a little and clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh. “Oh my god, you were my safeword. I’m so sorry.”

His fingers are still digging into my hips to keep me there as he huffs a laugh. “Don’t be. I got to hear you moan it once thanks to that. I thought that was all I’d ever have.”

That changes the context of what happened so thoroughly, I’m almost a little disappointed. Almost. “Oh, so you didn’t want to think you were taking me against my will, huh?”

The sideways smirk he offers makes me clench. “I plead the fifth on whether that made me come harder or not.”

I hope it did. “I’m just saying, maybe we could play around with that again in the future. I guess I need a new safeword.”

“We definitely can play around with that,” he agrees, sitting forward to kiss along my throat. “How about we make it Nightbreed?”

Fitting, all things considered. Nodding, I lean in to kiss him again, savoring the way butterflies scatter. “Did Orion know?” I ask curiously. “I feel like he knew.”

That makes him full on chuckle. “Of course. He’s always known you’re my favorite color.”

Something about that eases tension in my chest. This isn’t some... conquest thing or an accident. He knows exactly what he wants, and it’s me. Is that why he hasn’t had a girlfriend in years?

Studying his face, I shake my head slowly. “You should’ve just told me, Ro.”

“I know. And now that you’re right here with all the facts, staring me in the eyes without flinching, I know I was a coward. You think you can forgive me for that? If not... I have some things I’d like to try to change your mind. If you’re up for it, that is.”

He doesn’t need to change my mind, but I’m curious what he has up his sleeve. “Yeah? Like what?”

In response, he flicks his tongue along my pulse point. “Like eating you until you cry. Would you like that, pretty girl? Would you like being able to see my face as I take you apart?”

The reaction inside of me is almost violent.

Hearing my step-brother talk about eating my pussy is so fucking wrong, but I’m desperate for it.

Even now, I can hear Nightbreed in his tone.

I didn’t know I was capable of the mental gymnastics it took to deny who he really was under that mask, but now that the truth is out, I can’t hide behind fantasies.

I’ll have to admit out loud that I want him, that I want my brother to ruin me.

But can I handle looking him in the eyes while he does it?

“Fuck,” I gasp, laughing nervously as I squirm on his lap. “I...”

His grip tightens on my hips, pinning me to him so I can’t escape if I wanted to. Good thing I don’t.

“Let me see you.” His head falls back slightly so he can meet my eyes, his dark blue gaze more intense than ever before. “Tell me the first time you ever imagined it.”

My cheeks heat up. I don’t think he’s talking about the innocent little crush I had on him when we first met, so I don’t bother telling him.

Instead, I skip to the good part — the first time I made myself come thinking about him.

“Do you remember the night you dropped me off at that football game? You took me on your motorcycle, and when we pulled into the parking lot, you reached back and squeezed my thigh to tell me to hang on. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

I ended up leaving the game in the third quarter and nearly broke my vibrator that night. ”

Biting his lip, I feel his cock pulse underneath me, almost as if it’s nodding in agreement with me. “I didn’t make it past my living room that night.”

“Was that the first time for you too?”

He shakes his head. “But it was the first time I did it without lying to myself. I didn’t try to replace you with someone else or convince myself that it was natural for my mind to drift to you as I came. I just fucking enjoyed it.”

We’ve wasted a lot of time. Blame it on society, blame it on our parents, blame it on us — the end result is the same. We barely have an age gap at all, I should’ve been in his bed the second I turned eighteen.

Six years we’ve wasted.

Six fucking years, and what good did it do? Ronan went to extreme — borderline crazy — lengths to have me in the only way he thought he could, and I learned just how far I’ll go to feel wanted.

“You’re not expecting any visitors this evening, right?” I ask, rolling my hips and leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Maybe you can just enjoy the real thing for a while.”

“It wouldn’t matter if I was,” he admits, standing so I have to wrap my legs around his torso as he carries me to the bedroom. “The entire world can fuck off. Forever.”

Warmth fills me as I bury my face in his neck and hold on. “I do have to work tomorrow, but other than that, I agree.”

“About that...” he trails off until he’s laying me back on his bed. “I lied about my job. I haven’t done social media management for about a year. I’ve been living off those thirst traps.”

My face falls, even though I try to control it.

If he relies on those to make a living, I can’t ask him to stop making them.

That means hundreds of thousands of other people will continue looking at him, fantasizing about him, and he’ll keep flirting with them all in his comments to boost the videos.

I think I hate it a little bit.

Exhaling slowly, I nod. “This is a lot to unpack, Ro. I didn’t even know you had tattoos let alone this whole secret life.”

“I know. I’m sorry. We can talk about it later, yeah? Tell me I can keep going. ”

There’s a wild desperation in his eyes as he realizes how that made me feel, like he’s worried I’m slipping away, and there’s only one thing I can do to ease his mind.

This is a lot, but something tells me it’ll be worth it.

“I’ll never forgive you if you stop.” Kissing him again, I reach between us to palm his cock, letting him know exactly where I stand right now. He needs this, I need this. He’s right, we can talk later.

Ronan groans, his hips pushing into my hand before he sits up and pulls off his shirt, revealing every inch of the ink he’s kept hidden.

If there were any shred of doubt left, it’s gone. Those are Nightbreed’s tattoos, Nightbreed’s abs. God only knows how many times I’ve studied them.

And they belong to my big brother. Grinning, I ask, “Do you still want me to call you Daddy?” as I lean in to kiss his neck.

Ro exhales a breath. “Honestly, that was just the closest I could get to big brother without making it obvious,” he admits. “I won’t lie and say it wasn’t hot, but I’d like it if you called me what I am, baby sister.”

The visceral reaction that causes surprises me. I definitely shouldn’t be turned on by the man I’m about to fuck calling me his baby sister, but here we are. My cunt is so wet, he might drown if he goes anywhere near it.

Fuck it.

“You want my pussy, big brother? Take it then.”

When his restraint snaps, so does the fabric of my clothes as he rips me free, his rough grip clenching my inner thighs as he shoves my legs open and stares down at me. “Say it again.”

God, I really do think I love him. “Touch me, big brother. Show me what I was missing when you blindfolded me.”

“Fuck,” he growls, his teeth pinching my clit a split second before he laps at it, and his grip on my skin tightening painfully as he begins to eat my pussy like he hasn’t had a meal in days.

“You want to watch what you missed, Atley? See what I saw at that glory hole? Because I recorded the whole thing.”

His tongue returns to my cunt before I can question him or really react at all.

I shouldn’t be surprised that he filmed it when he convinced himself he was going to lose me at any moment, but now I’ll get to see all the expressions I missed out on in that stall.

The last little pieces of this puzzle are clicking into place, and the more I learn, the more certain I am that this is right.

For a while, I just get lost in the way it feels to be wanted like this.

My big brother knows my body like he designed it himself, pulling orgasms from me like it’s nothing.

“Ronan,” I moan, thighs twitching when the fourth orgasm leaves me trembling and oversensitive. “Ro, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

And something tells me I might beg for it.