Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
K iera
I closed my eyes.
I tried to ignore his finger in my bottom, tried to push away the arousal curling deep in my core.
I tried not to think about what it had felt like when he’d first driven that thick digit inside of me, how much it had hurt, how much I’d enjoyed that hurt…
Even now, my asshole still ached as he pumped his finger in and out of me. With every hard thrust, pain radiated up and down my spine, but a deep, dark part of me reveled in it.
It was wrong. It was shameful.
But I wanted it. I wanted more of it.
And the more he made me take, the harder it was to hold back.
My fingers curled against my flesh, the sting of my nails a sharp counterpoint to the ache in my bottom. Every nerve in my body seemed to hum with awareness, my skin prickling under his touch, my pussy clenching around empty air. The pleasure was cutting, the pain even more so, and the combination was enough to drive me mad.
“Such a tight little hole. So eager for me,” he purred, and a fresh wave of hot shame crashed over me as I let go of my bare cheeks and gripped at the table instead.
I knew he was doing this on purpose. That he was taunting me, torturing me. But the worst part was that it was working.
Every thrust, every word was pushing me closer to the edge.
It was too much.
It was nowhere near enough.
My breath caught, my chest heaving as he kept pushing, kept fucking me with his fingers. The pressure built, the ache in my core deepening, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that spilled from my lips.
I was so close.
So fucking close.
His fingers moved faster, his grip on my hip tightening, and the pleasure intensified, the ache deepening until I couldn’t breathe.
And then, just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he stopped. His fingers stilled, the sudden absence of friction leaving me reeling. The ache in my core throbbed, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped past my lips.
“Ronan,” I gasped, the word trembling on my tongue.
“Look at me, Kiera,” he commanded.
I didn’t want to.
Didn’t want him to see how affected I was, how close I’d been.
But something about his tone made it impossible to resist. Slowly, reluctantly, I opened my eyes, the sight of him sending a shiver down my spine.
His dark gaze locked onto mine, the heat in his eyes palpable, and I swallowed hard, struggling to find my voice.
“Please,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure what I was begging for.
“Please, what?” he asked, his lips curving.
“Please…” I repeated, trailing off as the word caught in my throat.
“Do you want to come, love?” he murmured, his voice dark and wicked.
My cheeks burned, the blush spreading down my neck, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away. My chest heaved, the pressure building inside me until I thought I might explode.
“Yes,” I whispered, the admission tearing from me before I could stop it.
His smirk deepened, his gaze piercingly dark, and for a moment, neither of us spoke.
The silence was thick, charged with a tension that left me reeling.
“Say it again,” he said finally, his tone low.
“Ronan, please,” I breathed, the words barely audible.
He tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable.
“Again,” he repeated with an edge I couldn’t ignore.
“Please,” I said, the word shaking with the effort of forcing it out. “Please let me come.”
I could barely believe the words were coming from my mouth, but I couldn’t deny the need pulsing through me, the ache in my core that wouldn’t go away.
“You have no idea how tempting it is to keep teasing you,” he said softly, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “To draw this out, to make you beg, to make you desperate for release. But the truth is I want to watch you fall apart.”
“Oh, please,” I begged.
Ronan’s hand slid between my legs, his fingers finding my swollen clit, and the pleasure was instant, the pressure mounting faster than before. He circled the sensitive bud with deliberate strokes, and I couldn’t stop the moan that spilled from my lips, my hips bucking against his touch.
It felt too good, the pressure coiling inside my core, and I couldn’t hold back the need building inside me.
“Come for me, love,” he growled, his fingers moving faster.
I came hard. My legs shook, my back arching as the orgasm slammed into me. I gripped the table, the sharpness of the wood biting into my palms, the sensation grounding me even as the waves of pleasure crashed over me.
White-hot ecstasy burned through my every limb, making my toes curl and my asshole tighten around his thick digit. Pain and pleasure twisted together until I could no longer tell left from right or up from down. My head spun, my breath coming in ragged gasps as the last tremors of the orgasm subsided. I leaned heavily against the table, the cool surface soothing against my flushed skin.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, and he pulled his fingers free from me.
I heaved a shaky sigh of relief. My asshole was sore, and even though Ronan had used my own arousal as lubricant, it was still incredibly sensitive.
He didn’t move from his position behind me.
“You may pull your dress back down, love,” he directed, and I reached back and did as he bade me, knowing he was watching every moment of my shame. “Now let’s go finish your dessert.”