Chapter Forty-one
RONAN
Present Day
NEW YORK CITY
I sat at my desk, surrounded by a sea of medical charts for Ms. Leann. We’d tried everything—higher dosages, new medications, radiation—but nothing seemed to be improving her condition. I ran a hand through my hair and let out a sigh of frustration.
“Ready to head out, sir?” I looked up to see Rachel standing in the doorway.
I glanced up, managing a faint smile. “Yeah, wrapping things up here.”
“Are you doing okay?” she asked gently, stepping closer. “You seem off today.”
I hesitated, my gaze drifting to the window as I struggled to articulate the weight on my mind. “I’m fine. Let’s go.”
I left the documents behind, and we made our way out the door. Earlier this week, Rachel had mentioned an Eminence event we’d been invited to. I hadn’t planned on attending, but I knew Nina would be there, and I jumped at every opportunity to see her.
Since I brought dinner to her days ago, I hadn’t seen much of her.
I tried to push the lingering thoughts about Nina aside as we made our way to the event.
The evening wore on as we arrived at the party, the elegant venue buzzing with laughter and the tinkling of glasses at the Plaza Hotel.
I navigated through the crowd, mingling with familiar faces and greeting acquaintances along the way.
Suddenly, a flash caught me off guard—a photographer snapping a picture of me entering the venue.
“Dr. Romano,” one of them began, her tone intrigued. “What sparked the sudden interest in fashion? You’re well-known for your medical expertise and business acumen.”
I chuckled softly, the question not entirely unexpected. “Fashion,” I replied with a thoughtful smile, “is a wonder of the world in its own right. It’s about expression, creativity, and the power to inspire.”
Before the conversation could delve further, a greeting at the entrance drew my attention.
Nina.
There she was, her presence magnetic, her smile radiant. She wore a midnight blue gown that flowed elegantly to the floor, the sheer sleeves adding a touch of grace.
Beside her stood a man—a stranger to me—who seemed to share in her laughter and easy charm.
My heart sank momentarily as I watched them, the pang of jealousy and longing catching me off guard.
Who the fuck was that?
My discomfort was evident, and I swiftly started making my way over to her.
As if she were a barrier, Julia, an Eminence representative I’m acquainted with, stopped me.
“Dr. Romano, it’s so lovely to see you here. We can’t thank you enough for your sponsorship and overwhelming donations.”
I sighed and grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter passing by, “It’s my pleasure. If you’d excuse me,” I said, my gaze directed to Nina once more.
“You see her too?” Julia asked.
“Huh?”
“Ms. Moretti,” she introduced. “She’s our newest partner, and everyone’s raving about her designs.”
“I know, Julia,” I replied. “She’s talented.” With that, I walked off to meet her.
“Amore mia,” I called, catching her off guard and interrupting whatever had been so amusing.
I needed to know what the joke was.
“Ronan!” Her eyes widened in surprise. “You’re…here.”
“I am,” I grinned, placing a hand on her arm. “Can we talk?”
“Excuse me,” she murmured to the man beside her before following me.
“Come with me,” I instructed, leading her upstairs to a secluded room.
“Why?”
“Just trust me,” I urged.
“And if I don’t?”
“I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry you with me, baby.”
Her breath hitched. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me,” I challenged. She paused, her gaze locked on mine for a few moments in silence, before agreeing to come with me.
We reached the upper floor and stepped into the first empty room I found, locking the door behind us.
“What did I tell you, tesoro?” I asked, my tone low.
She raised an eyebrow, confused. “What?” She sat down on one of the tables.
I moved toward her, kneeling before her and slowly shrugging off my jacket.
“I told you I didn’t want other men touching you.”
“Ronan,” she breathed, her voice catching in her throat. I moved closer, pulling the table toward me so her legs were inches from my mouth.
I slid a hand up her thigh, drawing a whimper from her lips. Damn, I’d forgotten how good she sounded.
“Tesoro, who is he?” I asked, my fingers skimming her thigh, carefully avoiding her most sensitive spot.
“Someone I met tonight,” she answered breathlessly, her gaze locking with mine. Her innocent brown eyes now burned with raw desire.
“Let’s get something straight,” I murmured, brushing my finger over her panties. “I don’t want another man touching you.”
“And if they do?” She countered.
I chuckled, disappearing under her dress, and pressed my index finger to her swollen clit.
She whimpered.
“Don’t taunt me, baby.”
“Why?”
I shifted her lace panties to the side, feeling the sudden wetness envelope my fingers as I slowly stroked her slit.
“So wet for me, tesoro? I thought you hated me.”
“S-shut up,” she stuttered.
Her whimpers increased in volume with each stroke.
I removed my hand and got up.
“On the table, Nina,” I ordered. “Lift the dress up.”
She reluctantly looked at me, then did as she was told.
“I want you to touch yourself for me,” I demanded sternly, giving her a deceptively innocent smile.
“Ro-”
“Let me see you fuck yourself, Nina and the—”
“Then what?” She asked impatiently.
“I’ll make you come on my tongue.”
She sucked in a breath and, slow but surely, lifted the dress and massaged her pussy, careful not to touch her clit.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” I groaned, feeling the painfully hard erection growing.
“Fuck,” she moaned and then bit on her lip. “Ronan,” she breathed, and fuck, she’s right, I never want to hear another woman call my name ever again.
“Yes, baby?”
Her rubbing sped up as she looked at me, her eyes rolling.
“Why don’t you slip a finger inside, and show me how tight you are?” I suggested after a while.
Without hesitation, she slipped her middle finger in, gingerly penetrating herself, producing a wet thudding sound, which did not go unnoticed.
I could come in my pants from watching and hearing her alone.
“You’re so wet, aren’t you?” I lauded her.
She nodded.
“Who does this pussy get wet for?”
“You,” she whispered.
“Talk louder, baby, who?”
“You,” she said, her voice clearer.
“Can you take two?” I asked caringly, again looking into her eyes, and this time, stroking her cheek.
She nodded again and pushed her index and middle fingers up inside her as I watched her swiftly moving them in and out.
“You’re such a good girl,” I commended. “Such a pretty pussy.”
“Pl—” she started, but didn’t get a chance to finish it when I placed my index finger on her lips.
“Open.”
She opened her mouth ever so slightly and let me slide my finger in. Closing her eyes again, she greedily wrapped her tongue around my finger and enthusiastically sucked on it.
“I wish it was your cock,” she mumbled, and fuck, hearing her talk like that sent all the rush to my dick.
“Such a dirty mouth,” I said.
“Always,” she whispered, looking me deep into my eyes.
I let her have her fun for a few more seconds before slipping my finger out again.
“You are truly incomparable,” I whispered, nuzzling her cheek. “Just beautiful.”
I looked down to see that she started to rub her clit faster and faster, while her moans grew ever louder.
“Shhh, slow down,” I murmured.
With a strong hand, I grabbed hers and pulled it away, before kneeling before her again. She groans in protest and looks at me hesitantly. I give her a reassuring smile, and her eyes soften towards me.
“Open,” I ordered. “Be a good girl for me and spread your legs.”
She threw her head back and spread her legs obediently, ready to let me do whatever I had in mind.
A timid smile crept on her face, and she looked away to avert my gaze, but I quickly grabbed her chin again, forcing her to face my wide grin, as I knelt before her.
A proud chuckle escaped her as she looked down into my eyes. “I’m the only woman who can get you on your knees,” she whispered.
I shook my head. “You’re the only woman who’s ever gotten me on my knees.”
“Touch me,” she begged. “Please.”
I could’ve came right then and there, hearing my biggest obsession, the love of my life, beg me.
“Let’s see if I can do something nice for you,” I stated, my other hand sliding up her thigh. “Or, rather, to you.”
My face hovered above her knees as I spanned my fingers over her aching pussy and started massaging it. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip when she felt my fingers slip inside her, exploring her pussy and rubbing her.
“Look at you squeezing my fingers with your tight pussy,” I praised.
Her breath staggered, signalling to me she was close to her orgasm, and I withdrew my fingers.
“Look how wet you are,” I whispered, before sliding my fingers into my mouth. “Just perfect.”
“Time for your reward, baby?” I asked with a playful smile.
Her eyes widened as she nodded with devotion.
“Do you want to come for me?” Her toes curled in her heels.
“Yes,” she answered, not daring to take her eyes off of me.
“You’ll have to ask for it,” I demanded, that hungry spark in my eyes flaring up.
“Can I please come?” She pleaded under her breath.
“Hm?”
“Can I please come for you?” she corrected herself.
I remained silent, answering only with a lascivious but loving smile, before shoving my hands under her thighs and pulling her towards me, before lowering my head down to her crotch.
“Let me t—”
Fuck.
My phone started ringing.
I exhaled sharply, pulling it from my pocket with my free hand. Dillon’s name flashed on the screen.
I declined the call, ready to get back to work, but before I could, it rang again.
I clenched my jaw and answered, putting it on speaker.
“Dillon Xander,” I greeted, irritation lacing my voice.
“Ronan Romano, are you busy?”
I glanced up at Nina, her wide eyes locked onto mine, completely caught off guard by the interruption.
“Actually,” I murmured, dragging my fingers up her thigh, “yes. I’m about to have dessert.”
“Dessert?” Dillon scoffed. “I thought you didn’t like sweet stuff.”
A low chuckle rumbled in my chest. “This one’s different. I’m addicted to it and haven’t had it in a while.”
Dillon huffed a laugh. “Call me when you’re done.”
“I will,” I muttered before hanging up. This time, I put my phone on Do Not Disturb.
Turning my attention back to her, I smirked. “Sorry about that, baby.” My hands roamed back to where they belonged. “Now, as I was saying…” I leaned in, voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Let me taste what I’ve been missing.”
Starting with one broad and agonizingly slow lick, starting at her taint, going up over her pussy, culminating with a wet kiss on my pussy lips.
A resounding moan escaped her mouth, and she arched her back a little, pressing her crotch against my head.
I gripped her thighs before letting my tongue slowly glide through her folds, forcing me to gasp.
“Amore mio!” she moaned.
“Call me that again.”
“Amore mio,” she repeated, and I audibly groaned, my breath into her pussy.
I sucked her inner lips, grabbing them with my mouth and gently tugging at them.
Almost whimpering, she kneaded her breasts, looking down to watch me eat her out.
I paused, grabbed her thighs, and pulled her closer once more before laying my hands on her outer lips and spreading her wide open, fully exposing her swollen clit.
After a few soft kisses on her clit, I puckered my lips and sharply blew air on it, the overwhelming sensation causing her to wince.
“Baby,” I consoled her, kissing her inner thigh. “Let me make it up to you,” I added with a smirk.
Then I dived right back in, eating her out with wild abandon, my tongue now racing around as if my life depended on it, only pausing briefly so I could look up at her, smack my soaked lips audibly, before pressing a messy, wet kiss on her pussy.
“Come for me now and let me hear your pretty moans,” I demanded in between two licks. “Come on my tongue, baby.”
Shaking, she attempted to nod, but barely managed to, and then, after one final lick, she came, her body shuddering at long last, and an intense orgasm rolled over me like a crushing wave.
Holding her up until she came down from her high, I walked to the bathroom to get some paper towels and cleaned her up a bit before getting up and fixing my shirt while she fixed her dress.
“Does any man touch you like that? Make you come on their tongue like that?”
I looked at her, and she was silent. I gently grabbed her jaw, causing her to look up at me, and said, “I asked you a question. Does any man touch you like that? Do they make you come on their tongue? Do they make you fuck yourself while they watch?”
“Ronan,” she whimpered.
“Yes or no, tesoro.”
A shaky breath. A pause. And then—
“No,” she finally admitted.
“Good. Let it stay that way.”
I glanced at the clock. Shit. I was long overdue back at the hospital.
Brushing my thumb over her swollen lips, I tilted my head. “You should get back to the party.”
She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Only stared, eyes glazed, chest rising and falling unevenly.
I smirked. “Cat got your tongue, tesoro?”
She swallowed.
My hand slid down her thigh one last time before I stepped back. “We’ll finish this another day.”
I leaned in, brushing my lips over hers in a slow, intoxicating kiss—one I knew she’d still be thinking about long after I walked out.
“See you soon, il mia cuore.”
And with that, I turned and left.
Fuck.
Nina Moretti.
My greatest obsession.
My favorite fucking flavor.