Chapter 79 Ronan
RONAN
álvarez drew the short straw and stayed outside the door, guarding the bathroom from any unwanted visitors.
She was distracted, fixing her hair in the mirror and touching up her dark lipstick.
I looked over to Mateo and gestured to the stalls.
Without speaking he moved ahead, opening each door to make sure it was empty inside.
Prowling quietly her way, doing my best to remain unnoticed while she was still in her own world, all her self destructive thoughts clearly weighing down the more reasonable part of her brain.
She didn’t need to be doubting herself before she walked in there.
She needed to show them she knew exactly who she was and who they were in comparison to that.
I moved towards her from behind, slowly wrapping my grip around her throat and urging her head up.
She let out a soft exhale, those black eyes devouring me into her abyss with little effort as she gazed up at me, slowly parting her lips in invitation.
My free hand roamed upwards, following the curve of her waist until her breast was in my hand and she moaned responsively into my mouth.
“I-I can’t.” She broke our kiss. “I’m already late as it is.”
“Make them wait,” I demanded, undoing my belt. “They bow to you, not the other way around, reina.” Her skin pebbled up at the use of the nickname.
“In this dress? How am—”
“Stop making excuses, sunshine. Bend her over Zerkos. I want to see your cum drip down her thighs.”
I reached down, grabbing the hem of her dress and gathering it in my hands until I’d lifted it up past her hips.
“What if someone walks—”
“Shut up, flower.” I let go of her breast and placed my hand between her shoulder blades, with a forceful push I shoved her down, fully bending her over the counter.
She moaned again, this time it echoed through the chambers of the bathroom, bouncing off the tile walls and back to my ears like a siren song straight to my cock.
I pressed the hard steel of my length against her, and she turned her head to look back, eyes wide open like she didn’t expect me to be ready for her.
I’d been hard all night, a mixture of anger and jealousy every time the fucking president of Mexico ran his hands up and down her back. I’d spent the whole time blowing up Santos’ phone asking why he hadn’t cut the bastard’s fingers off yet, but I already knew my answer.
We had to play fucking nice. I wasn’t going to be the man standing in her way. Not after everything we’d been through.
My hands roamed her thighs, giving her ass a big squeeze before I decided to slip my way between them, finding her panties soaked with arousal.
I wedged my fingers inside the fabric, pulling it to the side and sliding two fingers between her folds, coating them in her slickness.
She whimpered, the side of her face pressed into the marble of the bathroom counter top while she nibbled on her bottom lip.
“Ronan.” She called out my name while I continued to toy with her clit, closing her eyes and reaching back to touch me. “We really don’t have time,” she protested again but only with words.
“It’s not up for debate. You may be in charge of that empire out there, flower, but we both know you belong on your knees for us.” I gripped her chin and turned her face forward, forcing her to look in the mirror.
I dropped my hand from her face, keeping my gaze locked on her expression in the mirror just as I pressed the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy.
She turned her head to look back again, this time I wrapped her long silky hair around my wrist and with a hard tug I corrected her gaze once more.
Her eyes narrowed with a look full of fire that reminded me of how she stared at me in that high-rise. But it wasn’t hatred I saw, and maybe it never had been all along.
“Are you provoking me on purpose?” I tugged harder, forcing her chin to lift higher and a groan made its way out of her chest just as I made my way inside her fully.
“It’s so much better when you’re angry.” She licked her lips, her eyes finding mine in the mirror.
I pulled out slowly, almost all the way before slamming back in at once. Her mouth gaped open, and her eyes shut as she reveled in pleasure.
“Eyes open,” I growled in her ear, picking up my pace and thrusting into her feverishly.
Her eyelids flew open at my command. She stared into the mirror, first watching herself with curiosity as she bounced forward with every jolt of my cock, then moving back to me.
With one hand on her hip, guiding me in and out of her and the other still wrapped tightly around her hair, she whimpered as she got closer and closer to her release.
“You don’t get to come yet,” I whispered in her ear, releasing her hair.
Still fully sheathed inside her, I brought her arms behind her, pressing her wrists together at the small of her back.
“You let him touch you as if we weren’t watching.” Mateo spoke from a few feet away.
Her eyes widened, a smirk playing around the corner of her lips.
“What did I tell you would happen?” I asked her.
She screamed out with my next thrust, this time her gaze moving to Mateo’s dark stare.
He hadn’t moved at all, leaning against the wall with one foot supporting him and his arms crossed over his chest. Their eyes locked, an intimate moment between them while I continued to pound into her over and over again.
“What did he tell you would happen?” Kane asked her, his voice laced with darkness.
She moaned and writhed against my cock every time I slowed up my movements to torture her further. Her cunt dripped down onto my pants, the wet sounds of us joining together filled the air along with her screams.
“Answer him,” I hissed in her ear bringing my hand down to her ass with a hard clap.
A sound erupted from deep inside her chest, confirming just how much she still liked that.
“He said,” she cried out with my next thrust, a hand slipping from my grasp that reached between her legs to get herself closer to relief, “he was going to punish me.”
“And that means you don’t get to come yet.” I slapped her hand out from within her dress and she whined, backing into me to feel the full length of my cock deeper inside her.
Mateo let out an unhinged laugh, finally kicking off the wall and walking towards us. He leaned his head to the side, that manic twinkle in his eye I recognized so well.
“Maybe we should stuff her full of our cum, have Santos come in here and do the same before we send her off to her meeting. Then she can think about what she’s done while we drip down her legs,” Mateo threatened, her eyes jerking to the side to glance at him and she groaned again at the feeling of me pulling her by her wrists to lift her chest higher into the air.
“Fuck,” she cried out, getting closer to the edge.
It was a nice threat, but not one we could deliver on. Not when she was already squeezing my cock with a vice grip kind of hold. She’d be coming undone soon enough regardless of whatever I said to try to keep her from it.
“I think she likes the sound of that.” I lifted her from the counter so I could see the lust-drunk look on her face in the mirror.
“I thought you were supposed to be in my corner,” she reminded him through labored pants just as he reached for his zipper.
He smirked.
“You let him put his hands on you, Sunshine.” His voice was low and husky, a dangerous promise hiding behind it.
I moved faster now—in and out—finding myself getting closer to my climax with each pump, my balls drawing up higher as I fought for my release.
“He’s the president,” she said. “I have to be civil.”
Her eyes found mine again in the mirror’s reflection. Her erotic sounds echoing repeatedly became the urgent catalyst to my orgasm, forcing my cum to spill out inside her with one final thrust of my hips.
I pulled out slowly, ignoring her desperate pleas as she attempted to push herself back onto my cock.
“He’s the president, but you’re the queen. I told you this was punishment,” I whispered in her ear before pulling her away from the counter and turning her to face me.
“I’m not gonna lie, you’re making it damn hard to not want to do that again if this is my punishment.”
Mateo yanked her by the hair, pulling her to him with a swift move that had her gasping once her ass slammed against his cock, hard and ready for her.
“Then we’ll just have to keep teaching this lesson to you, won’t we sunshine?” he asked her.
“Yes!” She cried out, as he entered her.
I had the perfect show watching the mirror, watching him plow into her while he held onto her wrists. It was hotter than I ever thought possible, watching someone else have their way with her. And for some reason all I could think about was why it took me so long to be okay with it.
“Clean me up,” I said, turning to face her, her head level with my cock as he kept her folded halfway.
She wet her lips before parting them and swirling her tongue around the purple head of my cock.
She lowered her head, taking me further into her mouth and sucking with a vacuum-like force.
I removed myself from her mouth, putting my dick back into my pants and ignoring the wet spot before I turned back towards the door to tag my best friend in.
The scowl on his face when I pushed open the bathroom door let me know he understood exactly what was happening inside and was feeling pissed about being left out.
I tapped him on the shoulder and gave him a nod to let him know it was his turn, his eyebrows softened, and he pushed his way inside, leaving me to guard the way.
I leaned against the wall, arms crossed at my chest while I listened to my two best friends fuck the only woman I ever loved.
Death really made you see things more clearly.
I understood why Celia had always been so goddamn obsessed with it.
Leaving tequila and weed offerings on her altar when we were just kids and telling me to not pay any mind.
Almost dying gave you a new perspective on things, nearly losing everyone you cared about in the blink of an eye even more so.
Having Celia at the cost of either of my brothers’ lives would have been like drinking a little bit of poison every single day. Not enough to kill you, but just enough to keep you sick and miserable until the end of your time.
A well-to-do looking socialite walked towards the bathroom.
I stuck my arm out in front of her and shook my head.
Before she could open her mouth to protest, Celia’s screams of pleasure leaked out through the cracks in the door.
She widened her eyes, giving me a condemning look as if I were the one that was in there right now.
Well, I had been.
She turned her back to me, marching away with an appalled look on her face.
Mateo pushed through the door with a satisfied expression that he didn’t bother to hide.
Santos followed after, and just a minute or two later Celia walked out, lipstick pristine and chin held high.
Her dress hugging her curves once again.
“You’re not worried about what they may think of you coming out of the bathroom with two men?” I asked her and she laughed.
“Baby, I don’t know if you remember, but my papá died in the middle of a senate campaign. No one is batting an eye that I’m not taking a piss by myself.” She walked in front of me, and I stayed a few steps behind, happy to play the part of a bodyguard.
It wasn’t like I was pretending. I would have easily cut through anyone who tried to get to her. She walked through the gallery and down a wide hallway until large double doors appeared. She took a deep breath, standing straight with her shoulders pulled back.
She was putting up her mental armor and readying for battle.
All I could do was hold her flag.
No, all she needed me to do was hold her flag.
And I would hold it till my arms gave out and the colors ran red with the blood of her enemies. I knew she was capable of spilling it all on her own.