CHAPTER EIGHT
Ronan
“I didn’t let her fall apart for me—I broke her until I haunted her mind.”
She continues to squirm underneath me. Her supple breasts push into my chest, her hardened nipples straining behind the corset.
I can imagine the soft skin there bruising easily from my touch, turning from a pale white to a dark crimson. I bring my hand up to grab one. The generosity of them overflowing in soft puddles.
She breathes out and watches the way I caress her nipple through the thin leathers.
“What have I told you about that filthy mouth of yours, Little Devil.” I say as I lower my mouth to her nipple. I lightly spin my tongue around the small areola. Her skin burns underneath the fabric.
“Y–you can’t touch me like that.” She softly moans and her squirming comes to a halt.
Her frantic eyes search for mine, pleasure and need coursing through them. I keep her wrists in my other hand and trace my free one down her body, right to her lower stomach. Her eyes flutter at the contact and a blush creeps up her neck and to her rounded ears.
“Don’t you want it?” I whisper against the exposed skin above her breasts. She shivers beneath me and her mouth opens as if she wants to speak but seals shut.
“Wouldn’t you like to be touched by a monster—see how it feels to have me at your mercy, grazing your innocent skin?” I murmur and place a soft kiss on her neck.
I feather more across her shoulder and up to her jawline, until my lips hover over hers. She’s deadly silent. Her skin buzzes under mine and her back arches off the bed.
“Hmm?” I lightly peck her lips. She tastes of dark sins, much more carnal than I expected. I want to go back in for another taste but resist.
“I don’t–” Her voice breaks as she speaks. Her darkest desires eat her alive.
I want to make them true. I want to be the one who makes them come alive and leave her begging me for more. I know there's a dirty little slut buried deep underneath this facade.
“Tell me the truth, Little Devil. I can give you what you want, just utter the words.” I bite the part of her breast that's overflowing from her corset and push my thumb against her clit. The bud feels nonexistent through her bodysuit.
“I don’t know…w–what I want.” She whispers, but her eyes plead for me to give her more. To touch her ruthlessly in all the wrong places and not give a damn tomorrow.
I rub my thumb against her clit and slowly let go of her wrists.
She doesn’t move them, too distracted in the way I feel on her.
I pull down the top of her suit. The tight leathers pinch against the bottom of her skin, making the swell of her breasts look even bigger.
I take in the sight of her pink nipples.
They’re the perfect shape and size. The sweet scent of her engulfs me as I lean down and take the naked skin in my mouth.
She tastes much better than I could have ever guessed—vanilla warms me as I bite down.
She moans and the sound drives me fucking delirious. I don’t understand why she wants to ignore the tension between us, why she denies my touch.
I savagely pull at her jumpsuit.
“Beg me.” I growl and pull it down her thin legs.
If she doesn’t want to talk I’ll make her.
I notice she doesn’t have any underwear on. Her old ones probably left in the bathroom, which I’ll be grabbing before we leave this room.
“W–what?” She stutters.
I look up at her through my hair. Her blue eyes connect with mine and I nearly groan at the sight of her. She looks beautiful. Her features are so delicate, like a fresh flower blooming on a sunny day, and I can see myself ruining that—withering that pretty little flower until it only bends for me.
I lightly press my finger to her soaked clit. The area is so wet my finger easily circles her.
“Beg, Little Devil, or I’ll stop.” I bite down on her stomach, leaving the skin a beautiful red. I pepper the spot with soft kisses and lick the area to soothe it.
“Please, touch me.” She whispers. The only thing you can hear in the room is our ragged breathing and her sweet moans.
I push a finger into her and rub my thumb across her swollen clit. Her juices soak my fingers, my entire hand glistening with her.
“Louder, Little Devil. I want to hear you scream.” I pump in and out of her faster, flicking and curving my finger just right. Her walls tighten around me and I force another finger in. She takes them, never stopping me and her moans get louder the closer she gets.
“Please, fuck, please touch me.” She yells, her voice breaking with moans.
I run my hand up her body, fondling her breasts, remembering every curve of her body, and tasting her skin. She’s made for me. Every part of her screams and aches for me. Her body convulses under me and I could give zero fucks about her cursing. Her sweet tongue makes it sound sexy.
I bite along her torso, breaking the skin in several spots and gulping the sweet blood down. Everything about her tastes divine.
“Such a good fucking girl.” I laugh tauntingly, the sound is grating and loud. She finally begins to move her hands and swoops down to my jeans.
She wraps her thin fingers around my belt and fondles with the clasp—trying so hard to undo it.
“Not yet, patience.” She drops her hand in disbelief but I quickly pull her in for a kiss. Her lips are warm and soft against mine. I push my tongue into her mouth, exploring all of her.
It’s not like I don’t want to fuck her. I just want to wait.
“You taste fucking delicious.” I mumble as I kiss down her stomach and to her pussy.
I continue to push my fingers in and out of her. Her pussy looks fucking beautiful from this angle. Her legs are wide open and her pink center stares back at me glistening with juices. Her bud is slightly swollen and red from my aggressive rubbing.
I lean forward and breathe her in.
“Your scent, fuck.” I growl and flick my tongue across her clit. She throws her head back and her eyes close in bliss.
“Look at me.” I sneer. “Look at the monster who's about to eat you alive.” I reach up and pull her head down to look at me, my grip around her throat is tight and bruising.
I want all of her attention on me, so she remembers exactly who I am and what I can give her. I know I’ll never forget this moment. I’ll remember the way she taints my skin, my blood, my soul so badly it aches to be in her presence. I want to consume her—for her to consume me.
I’ll savor it all.
“Ronan, please.” My name coming off her tongue is enough for me to dive in. I slurp at her juices, sucking them down and lapping at whatever I can take.
She’s playing the wrong game. My games never end well, either with heartbreak or obsession. Anything I become obsessed with doesn’t leave my sight. If I have to kidnap her I will.
“I’m going to–” She trembles beneath me and her eyes snap shut. I feel the rush of her juices on my tongue and the way her tight hole clenches around my fingers.
I keep pumping her, riding her orgasm out until she's a puddle in front of me. Her eyes flutter open and a dazed look crosses her features. No matter how desperately she wants to stay away, this moment solidifies just how badly she wants me.
I bring my hand up to my mouth and slurp them down my throat. I groan and my gaze darkens as I look her over. She’s a mess because of me. My beautiful fucking mess.
“You taste fucking–,” I barely get the words out as I feast on my fingers, “delicious, Little Devil.” I groan and pop them out of my mouth.
She looks up at me and her ginger hair is sprawled out underneath her. Fear and confusion pass through her and I smirk because I got exactly what I wanted.
I rub my fingers across her pussy and bring my other hand up to grip her jaw. My touch is bruising as I force her lips apart and shove my fingers into her mouth. She pushes against my chest and squirms in my grip, unknown words coming from her as she gags.
“Taste how good you are.” I swirl my fingers around, grazing her tongue and pushing them farther back into her throat.
Her eyes widen as I force them down her narrow throat and before I know it her hand comes up and smacks me. The slap is stronger than I anticipated and my head snaps to the side. The sound is loud and her gagging instantly stops.
I slowly turn back to her, my eyes ablaze.
“That’s not very nice.” I sneer and yank my fingers out. I let go of her face and she coughs brutally.
“Your disgusti–.” I wrap my hand around her throat, not letting her finish her sentence.
“It’s not nice to hit people, Little Devil.” Her hands come up to grab at mine, clawing and ripping at the skin.
Panic consumes her as her breathing becomes too hard to catch. This is the look I love—I crave. She looks fucking beautiful. Her eyes plead for something much more sinister than temptation. She craves to see what I’ll do next. She wants me to ruin her.
I push two fingers into her. She’s already soaking wet and the intrusion causes her walls to clamp down.
“Round two, Little Devil?” She shakes her head frantically and I loosen my grip. Her entire face is painted in red, the skin deeply dehydrated.
She sucks down air, filling up her lungs once more.
“You're a dick. This—this isn't right.” She chokes out.
“Just because it's not right doesn’t mean it’s wrong.” I curl my fingers and let her body drop back on to the bed.
I slowly lick up her pussy. I could do this every hour of the day. Feast on this sweet little pussy until it's the only taste I remember. I bite down on her clit and she screams. Her back arches off the bed and tears soak her cheeks.
“This is so fucking wrong.” She whispers. “Ahh.”
Her eyes roll to the back of her head, another orgasm on its way. I pinch one of her nipples between two of my fingers and twirl it. They’d be prettier with piercings.
“Ronan.” She moans and this time I do get up. I lick my fingers clean and look down at her. She sits up, confused and places her arms around her breasts.
“What—did I do something wrong?” She stutters out.
I let the silence carry the moment. My smirk is dark and disturbing as I look over the mess she’s caused on the bed. She looks at me expectantly and her plump lips form a pout.
“No.” I cock my head sideways. “Let's see how long before you beg me for more.” I laugh and she hisses, her lips curling into a sneer.
“I–I.” She's at a loss for words as I walk away from her. I grab my mask I had thrown on the floor and place it back on.
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