Chapter Eight #6
Ronin rubbed the bundle of nerves between my legs like he was pouring out all his frustrations at me. Hard, fast, rough—spots danced before my eyes that made me think I was seeing stars.
“You’re mine, Hunter,” he growled. “Say it.”
I wriggled, kicked, and flailed in my binds—my body tingling and prickling. Shivering and shuddering. How could someone I hated so much make me feel this good?
“Ronin, I—” I roared up, snarling in his face. “Will never say it.”
He laughed. “You tell me to stop, but then you challenge me on. Make up your mind.”
“What is that supposed to—?”
Ronin dropped between my thighs, and devoured my pussy.
My legs snapped around his head—mouth open in a silent, jaw-cracking moan.
Ronin went down on me like a feral beast. Getting head was stimulating enough, but receiving it while under the effects of the potion was a whole different game, with all the rules blown off the hinges.
I felt every single bump and ridge of his tongue as it explored my folds.
The ice cream had melted, and now he was licking every single drop of it up—nothing was going to waste.
He bobbed and dipped his head from side to side—both drilling me and tormenting my clit. Crashing, surging waves of pleasure flooded my body over and over again. I couldn’t catch my breath from the first wave before the next was bowling me over, drowning me in ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck,” I screamed when his tongue struck a head-scrambling, fire-igniting spot within me.
Orgasm number four came screaming out of me, twisting me up so hard and tight, I cut my palms clenching my wrists and yanked bruises around my ankles that wouldn’t fade for days.
“Say it,” Ronin whispered—his voice a snake charmer’s melody.
I came down just as hard as I went up, and I was spent. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I didn’t even have the strength to tell him to screw off again.
Ronin didn’t let my silence slow him down. He palmed my breast, taking my poor nipple between his fingertips. Then a finger disappeared inside my ass.
My eyes blew wide—wider than my gaping mouth. “Uh, uh, uh! Oh, fuck, AH!”
His finger stretched my puckered hole. His tongue plundered my pussy. His thumb rolled my nipple. Potion or no potion, I never stood a chance.
Tension rose to a fever pitch, boiling over with hot, sweaty, limb-trembling pleasure, and I exploded.
Screaming myself hoarse, my fifth and final orgasm exploded out of me... and he hadn’t even put it in yet.
“Holy fucking shit,” is what I tried to say, but unintelligible mumbling is what actually came out.
“Well, it looks like I win.” Triumph laced his voice. “I get to do this now...”
Ronin snapped his fingers, and my phone appeared in the palm of his hand.
My jaw dropped when he crushed it in his grip. “Are you kidding me?” I croaked, finding my voice fast. “Are you telling me you could’ve done that the whole time?!”
“Obviously.”
“So what was this whole bet even about!”
He chuckled. “I wouldn’t want you to think I was being unfair to you, Hunter. I gave you a fair shot at staying my hand. It’s not my fault you can’t control yourself.”
“Can’t control myself? You drugged me!”
“Semantics.”
I saw red. “You—! You—! You demon! You oily, shit-brained, rat-bastard of an evil undead fucker!”
Ronin licked my juices off his lips. “The time for flattery is over, pet. All this teasing has gotten me unbearably hard. Shall we fuck now?”
My eyes bugged glancing down. His cock was already a force to be reckoned with, but seeing it then, painfully hard, engorged and pearled, it looked twice its size.
That thing would destroy me.
“No,” I blurted. “No, go away. Deal with your monster erection yourself.”
“Yikes, when did you get so selfish?” he asked. “And after I made you come five times.”
“I don’t care! Untie me and get out!”
Smiling, Ronin’s soft, manicured finger rubbed slow circles between the valley of my breasts and down my stomach. That was all he did, and I snapped my legs together, groaning as my arousal heightened.
“All right, then, how about this?” he murmured. “I’ll stop. I’ll untie you and even give you this”—he shook his hand and a vial suddenly appeared on his palm—“whoops, looks like there was an antidote to the aphrodisiac. Silly me, I must’ve forgot.”
I was going to kill this guy.
“It’s yours,” he sang, shaking the vial, “along with my exit from the bedroom, and all you have to do is say one thing: that you belong to me.”
I clamped my jaw shut, eyes narrowing.
“Uh-oh, what’s this?” Ronin was enjoying this immensely. “You couldn’t possibly be this stubborn, could you? One sentence. Four words. And you get exactly what you want, so go on.”
I didn’t utter a sound. Sure it was only four words, and I didn’t even have to mean them, but that wasn’t the point. This bastard already believed he owned me body and soul. Confirming it for him was a victory he didn’t deserve, and one I refused to give him.
Rising up, I trapped his gaze. “Here are four words for you: Go screw yourself, asshole.”
Ronin guffawed, doubling over laughing. “Amazing. You’re just amazing.
Everyone else I’ve fed that potion broke in less than two minutes, begging and pleading to hear my demands so that they could hand them to me.
But not you.” Ronin stroked my cheek before I ripped away.
“You, Charlotte Hunter... want to be fucked.”
My eyes bugged. “Wait, no! That’s not what I meant—"
Ronin jumped between my open legs, positioning himself at my entrance.
“Ronin, don’t—"
He thrust inside me with one smooth move.
We both groaned so deep and guttural, it shook the bed.
“Say it,” Ronin growled. He licked a stripe up my cheek, then kissed me hard.
“Say you’ll stake that leech if he ever bares his fangs at you again.
Say you’ll skin that mutt if he lifts his hind leg at you again.
” A hard snap of his hips drove him deeper, rolling my eyes up in my head.
“Say that you’re mine and only mine, Charlotte Hunter. ”
I roared up and hooked my arms around his neck, bringing us face to face. “Fuck. You.”
He smirked—wide and terrible. “Close enough.” He pulled all the way out and thrust in, impaling that spot with one strike.
I came.
Just like that. No preamble. No foreplay. No opening pumps.
And while I was mid-orgasm, Ronin was off. Pumping—pounding—my pussy like his personal fuck toy. He gave no thought to going easy on me. I knew with absolute certainty that my agreement didn’t matter anymore. He was going to ruin me from head to toe, leaving nothing left for Santino or Tristan.
“Oh, gods, yes,” I shrieked. “Ahh, fuck!”
Ronin was no less quiet than me. His grunts, groans, and growls increased with his pace, filling me with a feeling that should’ve been anger or hatred. Oh, how I wished it was. But no. The only thing I felt at hearing him come apart at the seams... was turned on.
I tightened my walls, clamping down on his cock.
“Agh,” he bellowed, tipping us both over on the seat. “Fuck’s sake!”
I smirked. “It occurs to me that someone as desperate as you are to confirm their ownership over someone is just covering up for the fact that their own balls are in a vise—my vise. I want to hear you say that you belong to me, Ronin Belphe.” I clamped down tighter, ripping a groan out of him as his eyes rolled up in his head. “And be quick about it.”
The world spun. Blinking, my mind couldn’t connect how one minute I was face-to-face with him, and then flat on my stomach with my legs free. A small eep escaped me, when he popped my hips off the bed.
“I belong to you, Charlotte.”
I had enough time for the shock to blow my eyes wide, before he lost control.
There was no other way to describe it. No other words. No other adjectives. The man buried deep inside me, and all sense of civility and control snapped.
My cries were straight screams, echoing through the luxurious dorm room. Ronin pumped so hard and fast, he was barely out before he was thrusting back in, hitting heretofore undiscovered angles, and exploding heat and fierce, fiery arousal deep within my body.
All reason abandoned me. Somewhere in the part of my mind still functioning, it was screaming I had to use this chance now that my legs were free. I had to kick him off. Steal the antidote. Run away. I was no one’s cum bucket, least of all Ronin Belphe’s.
He struck that spot, and reason fled—taking its plots and plans with it.
Railing me from behind, Ronin latched on to the back of my neck, sucking and teasing my skin.
It was too much. I was already a raw, exposed nerve from multiple orgasms and the lingering effects of the potion, but his mouth on my body while he filled me up to bursting was a battle I already lost.
Ronin broke the limits of possibility and pumped faster still, hammering that spot like a madman.
I was shaking, raw, and wet. Strength ditched me, leaving me putty in his hands—helpless to every thrust and buck. I felt his muscles coil like a viper as he lifted me off the bed. His pinnacle was coming just as fast as mine.
He spilled inside me, filling me to the brim with seed as my pussy gushed its own warm arousal.
Ronin collapsed on top of me—both of us sweaty, spent messes.
“Say it.” Nuzzling my cheek, Ronin drifted down and captured my lips—kissing me slow and sweet until my mind went numb. No furious making out, or lip-biting pleasure. He softly licked and teased my tongue—luring it into gentle submission. “Say you’re mine, Charlie.”
I started. Charlie? Not Charlotte? Not Hunter? And not pet? Ronin used my nickname. The one only used by my friends... and the people I loved.
I’d be honest, it moved me like nothing else he said or did. Lips parting, my reply tumbled out with no hesitation or uncertainty.
“Never, Ronin.” I looked him in the eyes. “I’ll never say it, and it’ll never be true.”
Later That Night
RONIN
“The woman is more trouble than you ever thought a mortal could be?” I raged. “Can you believe she dared to blackmail me? Me!” I tossed my head, sighing. “It was so fucking hot.”