Chapter Twenty-One
RONAN
I grab Ciara’s wrists with one hand and pin them against the cupboard behind her as I slide the other hand up and down her bare thigh, biting back a groan at the feeling of her soft skin beneath my fingertips.
“You don’t get to talk to me like that and not pay the price.” My voice is low and commanding.
“I don’t care.”
She attempts to pull against my grip, but I know that she really wants to be taken apart, to see what it’s like to hand over complete control to me. She got a taste of it the other night, and this time, I have no intention of stopping until she’s screaming my name.
I squeeze her thigh hard as I lean in closer, running my nose along the side of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. “I think you do care. I think you want to know what the price is.”
"You’re unbelievable." But her words come out as more of a gasp as I arch my hips.
Her skirt has ridden up almost to her waist so that my erection rubs against the thin lace of her panties, and I swallow a chuckle as her eyes roll.
"Say that again.”
She tilts her chin up to glare at me, but her cheeks are flushed pink and her chest is rising and falling rapidly as she clings to the last of her control.
"I said, you’re un—"
I grab her jaw, forcing her to look at me as I grind against her heat.
Her eyes widen. Not because she’s afraid, but because she’s aroused. She wants me as badly as I want her, even though she’s too stubborn to admit it.
I don’t think before my mouth crashes into hers once again. I kiss her like I’m punishing her, dragging her lower lip between my teeth with just enough pressure to make her gasp.
Her thighs tighten around my hips, pulling me closer as I let my free hand roam over her body, dipping beneath her sweater and cupping her breasts over her bra.
A deep rumble builds in my chest as I squeeze the soft flesh, feeling my cock thicken, so desperate to be freed that I can already feel it leaking precum.
"You’ve got a smart mouth," I growl against her throat as I trail kisses down to her collarbone. "And a bad habit of disobeying me."
She lets out a breathless laugh as I graze my teeth against the sensitive skin, watching it pebble beneath my touch.
“What are you going to do about it?”
“I’m going to teach you what happens when you test me."
She keeps her eyes locked on mine, silently daring me to continue.
So, I offer her a lazy smirk in return as I reach down and slowly trail my fingers along the inside of her thigh.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Ciara,” I warn as I run my finger along the waistband of her panties.
Her throat bobs as I graze my fingertip against the sensitive skin, so close to where she wants me, but I still refuse to give in just yet.
“Maybe I want to lose,” she challenges.
I tighten my hold on her wrists as I lean in until our mouths are almost touching. Only then do I dip my finger inside her panties and run it along the length of her slit.
“Oh, God,” she gasps, arching her back as I tease her.
"Already dripping. All this attitude, and you're soaking wet for me, baby."
She grits her teeth as her thighs start to tremble.
“I love how sensitive you are.” I circle her entrance with my finger. “I’m barely touching you, yet you’re already trembling with pleasure.”
“You are so full of yourself.”
I smirk. “You’re going to be so full of me soon, princess.”
Her breath catches as I slowly push one finger inside her, groaning as she clenches around me.
“Do I need to remind you of what happened last time I got my hands on this pussy?”
Ciara sinks her teeth into her lower lip as she arches against my touch.
“Because if you give me attitude again, I won’t allow you to come.”
She cries out as I start to pump my finger inside her, and my thumb moves to her clit, giving her just enough of what she wants to make her squirm but not enough to send her over the edge.
At least not yet.
“More,” she gasps, trying desperately to grind against my hand.
“Is this what you want?” I slide another finger inside her tight pussy.
“Yes,” she pants, her eyes fluttering closed as I rub the pad of my thumb over her swollen clit.
“Who do you belong to?” I pump my fingers faster, her pussy growing even slicker with arousal as she chases her release.
Her mouth opens in a silent cry of pleasure, her body starting to tense as she reaches the edge.
I know from last time that she’s close, so I pull my fingers free, and her eyes fly open.
“Ronan—”
“You’ll come when I say you can,” I growl before crashing my lips against hers, swallowing her needy whimpers as I keep my fingers teasing her entrance.
“I’ll ask you again, who do you belong to?”
“Fuck yo—”
I sink my fingers inside her once more, stretching her pussy so well that Ciara’s head falls back against the cabinets as a rush of wetness coats my hand.
"Say it," I growl against her mouth. “Say you’re mine.”
“No,” she gasps, her hips bucking against my hand.
I curl my fingers so I can graze her most sensitive spot at the same time I press down hard on her clit, making her cry out.
“Oh, yes!” Ciara’s brows are pulled together, her expression one of agony as I rub her clit faster.
"Say it or I won’t let you come," I rasp.
"I-I’m yours," Ciara chokes out as she arches against me.
“That’s my good girl, now come for me.” I increase my pace, pumping my fingers so hard inside her that her eyes roll back.
I watch with a smug sense of satisfaction as her body tenses around me before she lets out a strangled cry as she climaxes.
Her hips jerk, but I grip her thigh to hold her in place, fucking her with my fingers until her legs shake and she’s practically sobbing with pleasure.
When her body finally goes limp, I slowly slide my fingers out of her pussy and bring them to my lips.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I suck on my fingers and groan at the sweet taste of her arousal.
Ciara’s eyes are wide as she watches me, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. She looks fucking beautiful, and there’s no way in hell I’m ending this night any other way than buried deep inside her.
I release my hold on her wrists and bring her arms around my neck as she falls forward, resting her head against my shoulder. Then I move my hands to her ass and lift her off the counter.
“Put me down, Ronan,” she pants, still trying to catch her breath.
“I will.” I carry her out of the kitchen and toward the stairs. “When we get to my bed.”
She pulls her head back to glare at me, but it only makes her look more beautiful, with her wild green eyes and her flushed skin.
“I don’t want to go to your room.”
"You think I give a damn which bed I take you to?” I dig my fingers harder into the soft flesh of her ass. “I own every mattress in this house, Ciara. They’re all mine, just like you."
She groans, and I smirk.
“But fine, I’ll happily fuck you in your room.”
If looks could kill, I’d be bleeding out on the floor, but Ciara’s anger only heats my blood as I carry her into her room and kick the door shut behind me.
She writhes in my arms as I take her to the bed, already anticipating what I’m going to do to her.
I toss her on the bed. “Take off your clothes.”
Her answering scowl as she looks up at me has me biting the inside of my cheek.
I love how feisty she is, even when she’s turned on. It only makes me more desperate to see the look on her face as I sink my cock inside her.
“You can act as pissed off as you like, princess, but it’s hard to believe you when you’re willingly taking your clothes off for me.” I smirk as she lifts her sweater over her head.
“Asshole.”
I stand at the edge of the bed, my arms folded across my chest as I watch her unclasp her bra. I’m so desperate to stroke my cock at the sight of her breasts and those perfect little nipples, but I refuse to touch myself until Ciara is completely bare for me.
One of us has to be in control, and I’ll be damned if it’s Ciara.
I watch with a mixture of pleasure and pain as she lies back on the bed and shimmies her skirt down over her thighs. Although, when I catch sight of her damp panties, I almost come in my pants.
“Panties too, baby.”
She scowls at me again but does as I say. Only when she’s lying naked before me do I begin to remove my own clothes.
Her pupils dilate as I strip off my shirt, then unbuckle my belt and pull it free.
“It’s funny how you always end up being the one who’s completely naked.” I climb onto the bed, dragging the belt slowly between my palms.
Her eyes widen at the sight of the belt in my hands, her breathing turning ragged as I move to straddle her naked body. “Some would think you were desperate for my cock.”
“You’re such an ass.” She raises her knee to push me away, but I catch her leg and twist her beneath me, flipping her onto her stomach in one swift movement.
She cries out as I grab both of her wrists and pin them behind her back with one hand.
“Watch your mouth, unless you’re asking me to punish you.” I grab the belt and wrap it around her wrists, making sure it’s tight enough that she can’t break free.
"You bastard." She writhes beneath me.
I lean down until my lips brush against her ear. “You’ll thank me when you come so hard you forget your name.”
I pull back and slap my hand across her ass cheek.
Her body jerks as she cries out, but I don’t give her time to recover before slapping her ass again, grunting as my cock twitches in my pants.
"That one," I murmur. "Was for talking back to me."
Her back arches, pushing her ass into my hand as if she wants more.
"And this…" I drag my hand between her thighs, groaning at the feeling of her dripping wet pussy. “This is mine. I own every goddamn inch of you.”
I let my finger tease her until she’s trembling, and only then do I climb off the bed and finish stripping out of my clothes.
When my cock finally springs free and I grasp the base, I let out a deep groan of pleasure as I look over at the bed where Ciara has spread her thighs even wider, baring herself to me.
She’s so beautiful and swollen, and I grind my teeth as I pump my cock harder, feeling it thicken in my hand as I think of how good it will feel to bury myself inside her.
When Ciara lets out a frustrated whimper as she arches her back even more, I hiss through my teeth as the head of my cock becomes slick with precum.
Climbing back onto the bed, I let my cock rest at her entrance as I grip her ass with my hands, digging my fingers into the flesh hard enough to leave bruises.
“No games now, Ciara.” My voice is low and possessive. “This is mine, do you understand me?”
I land another swift slap to her ass, watching with smug satisfaction as the skin turns pink.
Her breath catches, but she stays silent, defying me even when I know she’s desperate for me.
“I asked you a question.” I bring my hand to her ass once more.
Ciara gasps as she pushes back against me, desperate for me to fill her, but I refuse to give her what she wants.
Her entire body is trembling now, and she’s trying her hardest to pull against the belt tied around her wrists, but there’s no way she’s getting free of the restraints. At least, not until I’m done with her.
As if she finally realizes just how at my mercy she is, she glances over her shoulder and locks eyes with me.
“Then take it.” Her green eyes glaze with need.
I let out a grunt of approval before slamming into her in one powerful thrust.
She cries out, the sound muffled by the pillow as she buries her face in it as her pussy stretches around me.
But I give her no time to adjust. Instead, I move my hips hard and fast, thrusting my cock inside her in long, punishing strokes.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as her pussy clenches around me, gripping my cock so tightly that my balls start to tighten.
“Yes!” Ciara cries out as my cock brushes against her most sensitive spot.
At this angle, I’m hitting her so deep that she’ll be able to feel me long after I’m done with her, which is exactly what I want.
I reach forward and sink one hand into her hair, pulling hard on the blonde strands as I press my other fingers into her hip, pulling her back toward me as I fill her.
“You can fight me all you want,” I grunt as I slam into her. “But your body doesn’t lie.”
She chokes on a moan as her body starts to tremble, but she takes every inch I give her. Not that she has much of a choice.
“You’re soaking, princess.” My cock starts to leak precum inside her. “Are you going to come on my cock?”
“Oh, God,” she pants as I thrust even deeper.
“I asked you a fucking question.” I tug hard on her hair.
“Yes!”
“Then come for me, wife.”
With one hard thrust of my hips, Ciara is screaming with the force of her climax, clenching so tight around me I nearly lose it. But I keep going because I’m nowhere close to being finished.
I fuck her through her orgasm until her arousal drips down her thighs and onto the bed.
Her body is so limp with pleasure that she’s struggling just to keep her ass in the air, but I’m still not done.
I’m so close to coming, but there’s something I need her to do before I can finally claim her.
“Say it,” I growl, slamming into her again.
“Say…what?” she pants, her words barely coherent.
“That you’re mine.”
She’s too quiet as her body melts into the bed, exhausted with the force of her climax.
So, I land an even harder slap to her ass, causing her to buck and a sweet cry to spill from her lips.
"Say it, Ciara."
She whimpers, completely broken and spent, but she manages to get the words out. "I’m yours."
That’s all it takes for me to explode.
I clench my teeth hard as my hips jerk, emptying myself inside Ciara as her pussy continues to pulse around my cock with the aftermath of her orgasm.
“Fuck, yes,” I growl as I look down and watch my cock slide in and out of her pussy, slick with our arousal.
Only when she’s taken every last drop from me do I slide free and slowly untie the belt from around her wrists.
The skin is pink from where she fought against it, so I bend down and press a soft kiss to each wrist before gently maneuvering her limp body into a more comfortable position.
For once, she doesn’t fight me as her eyes flutter closed and her breathing starts to slow.
She curls up under the sheets, already half asleep, and for a while, I sit beside her.
The guilt weighs heavily on my chest, not from what just happened between us, but because she doesn’t know the truth of what I’ve done.
She thinks I’m punishing her for her father's sins, but I’m punishing myself for keeping her in the dark. After all, I was the one to spread the lies about him, but not for the reasons she thinks.
I only did it to protect her, and the sickest part of it all is that I’m not even sorry.