CHAPTER SEVENTEEN #2
His lips are still plump and red with color, but his skin is much lighter than it looked in the dark room.
His hair is over his eyes as he leans back against the bench, resting his legs.
Knowing he wanted to watch me and took enough interest in me, he followed me across the world back home, makes warmth seep into me.
It’s demented but it's also hauntingly romantic.
“What drew you into me? Like what made you set up this entire room, just for me?” I whisper.
The smell of cedar surrounds us and my limbs begin to feel warm enough to bend. I stand up and walk over to one of the pits and hold my hands over the roaring hearth. My fingers tingle to life and my cheeks flush with color.
“I’m not really sure.” He mumbles and stands from his spot, joining me at the fire. His hands flex in front of me, veins running along his pale wrists and down his fingers. I have no idea why that’s hot, but it is.
He snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him—my side flush to his. “I think it was just how broken you were. It called to me like a lullaby and I knew then that I wanted you as mine.”
“Do you love me?” I whisper, afraid of the answer.
“Love has such a simple definition, one that most people feel they achieve in a relationship. They think they've conquered it until it all falls apart.” He pauses and his tongue comes out to lick his bottom lip—his hand lowering between my thighs. “Love isn’t about two people finding, worshipping, and providing for one another. It’s about one person owning the other, taking all you’ve ever loved and twisting it to fit their needs until you forget who you were without them.
” His free hand snakes around my neck, almost like a threat waiting to be spilt.
“And you Ember, my little devil, have been ruined for me only.”
I let his words seep into me, consuming me whole until I can no longer breathe.
I listen to the silent screams in the back of my head telling me this is so fucking wrong.
That I’ve been fucking someone I don’t know—someone I barely understand.
That my dignity is forever lost in that room, if dignity would be the word for it because I’ve lost myself in him.
All that whispers in the crevice of my mind is him.
“So you wanted me because I’m broken? How romantic.” I mumble.
“I never said I was romantic.” His finger pushes into my clit and the cold leather causes my core to tighten. My bud throbs with the pressure and my legs spread.
“Show me how unromantic you are.” I whisper.
He laughs and it's so maniacal I look over at him with fear. Dread seeps into my prickled skin as he pushes me over the old fountain. My hands curl around the base of it as he pulls my leathers down my legs and the cold wind flutters against my soaked folds.
“I’ll show you how fucking badly I want you. How excruciating it was waiting in the shadows for a small taste.” His voice is an animalistic growl as the hunger seeps through him. “Spread your legs, baby. Let me see that pretty pussy of mine.”
I spread my legs as far as they’ll go with the leathers around my ankles. A crack of a branch echoes beside us and my head snaps toward the sound.
“Someone may be watching, Ronan.” My pussy clenches around nothing at the thought of someone seeing us. Fuck, I should be ashamed of myself but I’m not.
His finger slides between my folds, opening me to him. My back arches as I lift my ass higher, granting him full access to all of me.
“Why does it matter, Little Devil? They should see this pretty little cunt too.” Two of his fingers dip into my hole teasingly, before his tongue swirls around my clit.
A low moan leaves my lips as I push back. There will never be a word that describes how fucking good his tongue feels. Each swirl, stroke, and swivel sends me into a state of ecstasy that I never want to leave.
My thighs shakes as he sinks a third finger into me, pushing in and out at a rough pace that makes my toes curl. His grip on my thigh tightens and his nails dig into the soft flesh. I can feel the bruises forming but I don’t care.
“You’re so fucking wet, my dirty little devil. You like it when I take from you, don’t you?” His tone is rough and incoherent as he devours my pussy.
“Yes.” I scream as he latches onto my clit. His teeth sink into the soft bud, sending a rippling wave of pleasure through me. “Fuck yes.”
Being wanted by Ronan is the most addicting drug I’ve ever tasted.
I want him to go ahead and pull his cock out, fucking me into a state of insanity and never pulling out.
I want to feel the small hairs on his lower stomach brush against my ass.
I want to feel him until I can no longer see straight and pass out.
My pussy clamps around his fingers tightly and a low groan leaves his lips.
Pressure builds in my core with every plummet.
My eyes snap shut as he spins his fingers, hitting my g-spot perfectly and causing me to see stars.
I’m a cold, panting mess, and the more he takes the more I want his cock buried in me.
“You’re doing so good, Little Devil. Putting on a show for all to see.” His voice grounds into my clit and that tears the orgasm right from me.
Every part of me tingles and blurs as the juices flow out of me. My head reels and his pierced tongue flattens against my pussy, licking from the top to my puckered ass. Heat blows through my veins and my core spasms on his fingers. My legs quake but his grip on my lower stomach keeps me up.
His fingers leave me but his tongue steadily swirls around my center. He leans back and I turn to look at him. His lips are swollen and red, glistening with my arousal.
A brief shadow stretches behind him and I blink, when I reopen my eyes it's gone. I frown and look up at him. He doesn’t notice as he strips off his jeans and boxers, his cock springs free with cum dripping down the tip.
“Did you see that?” I try to turn around but his grip on my waist tightens.
“Oh no, not this right now, Little Devil. It’s my turn and I’m not waiting any longer.” He pushes into me with one thrust, stretching my walls to accommodate his size.
Whatever I was saying disappears into a cloud of lust and a guttural moan slips out. My nails dig into the statue and split with pressure. Blood leaks from my finger tips but I don't feel the pain as he pushes in and out of me.
“You feel so good my little devil. So fucking good.” His lips dip from my ear down to my neck.
His teeth skim the area before plunging into the flesh. I can feel him break the skin and blood dripping down my back. I’m so sensitive from his first assault it hurts me beautifully as he keeps going. The pain and pleasure whispering into one until I lose control.
His hands, his lips, his words sear into me, every single part of him worshipping me and coaxing me to turn into a puddle.
A tear leaks from my eye and I throw my head back as a second orgasm floods through me.
My eyes catch a bloodied finger sticking up from the other side of the statue and I gasp.
“Ronan.” My voice is a squeal along with a soft moan.
I squirm underneath Ronan but he doesn’t care to notice my struggle as he pushes into me. His groans are loud, letting me know how badly he's enjoying my pussy but my eyes snap back to the finger. The skin is puffy and pale.
My face heats the longer I look at the blood soaked finger. My cunt tremors and a terrible wrack forces through my body. I furrow my eyebrows in thought. I’m turned on unbelievably strong because of the thought that there could be a dead body right across from me.
I’m fucked.
“R–Ronan.” His name leaves my lips in a desperate moan as another orgasm trickles through me.
My body feels like a feather and my vision blurs. A white light flashes in my eyes as his warm cum shoots into me and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“That’s right, baby, drink all of me down into this sweet little cunt.” Each wreck forces me to push against him, dragging my orgasm out.
“There’s a dead b–body.” I weakly whisper and he slowly pulls out of me. His cum slithers down my leg and leaves me cold in its wake. I shakily stand up, my legs wobbling below me as I force my eyes on the finger again.
“Where? I’ve got you seeing things now?” A dark chuckle leaves his lips as he helps me pull my jumpsuit back on. Our sticky juices makes it easy for the jumpsuit to roll up my body but leaves behind an uncomfortable slime in my pants.
“I swear. It’s right over there.” I point to where the finger sits pointing up towards the sky.
“Is that what made you cum so hard? Did it make your corrupt little pussy shake with need, Little Devil?” I frown at his taunting words.
“This is serious. Go check it out.” I stumble away from the fountain as he walks around it. His eyes widen before it glosses over with a clinical calmness that scares me.
“Well damn. I wonder what happened to the poor fucker.” He muses and leans down to inspect the body closer.
I inch forward, too damn nosy to stay put. Each step uncovers the dead person. First a finger, a pale hand, blue frosted lips, and gorged eyes that burn into my soul.
“Oh my god, oh my god.” Each word gets louder as I speak. “That’s a real body, like real.”
My hand covers my mouth as I watch Ronan poke the stiff man.
His stomach is cut deep, a line stretching from one side of his abdomen to the other, and his guts seep out onto his legs that are unnaturally bent because of his pose.
His exposed skin is pale and blue because of the cold.
I look over his expression and it screams that he was in pain.
His glossed eyes are wide open and his lips are formed into a nasty scream.
The blood that covers his body and clothes is dried over, like he’d been out here for a few days.
“No shit.” He mocks as he stands back up.
He remains emotionless as he walks back around to me. His expression is neutral and unforgiving in the looming shadows.
“That’s horrifying, Ronan, and you look like you don’t care.” Fear crawls at my throat and I want to scream but don’t.
“Not my problem.” He mutters and grabs my arm, leading me to the right pathway.
I yank out of his grasp and a low whimper leaves me. To know that Ronan is so uncaring makes me sick to my stomach and anger howls in my mind.
“That’s not right. That poor man couldn’t find the escape route and died.” I yell at him, stopping in my tracks.
His head snaps to me and madness swirls in his eyes. His fingers twitch by his side, but he keeps his tone calm as he speaks.
“When you come here you sign your life away. It’s not our problem to worry about him.
We have to get out ourselves, Little Devil or do you want to cry over his poor body and die exactly how he did?
” There's an unsettling break to his tone and I move my eyes from him to the man back in the center of the maze.
He’s right. If we stay here any longer we’ll end up just like him. Dead.
“That’s what I thought, let’s go.” He pulls me along by my hand. His steps are quick and ruthless against the dirt path. Each crunch heightening my nerves and making me fall in step with him just as fast.
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