Chapter 15 #2
"Natasha and I, it was just a marriage of convenience." His mouth twisted in a bitter smirk. "I didn't love her. She only cared about my money and the Valerius power. Never gave Rose a real kiss. Her only two hugs were when reporters visited."
"And her death? From her betrayal. She teamed with outsiders to kill me, but the plan blew up, took her instead."
My fingers clenched, shock nearly making me jump.
"After that, I set a rule: trust no women. Any woman getting close to me or Rose, I assumed they had ulterior motives. But you—"
His gaze met mine. "Ryan, you shattered that rule."
My heart skipped.
"I tried avoiding you, denying feelings, even thought of replacing you, but—"
Ronan paused. "But seeing you hurt, lying there lifeless, I realized how scared I was. You're genuine, kind. How could I not fall?"
"No! No!" Tears burst free. I shook my head. "Ronan, I'm not that good."
"Ryan, look at me." He gripped my hand tightly.
"Ryan, you are that wonderful. You deserve every good thing, every happy life."
I stared, years of pent-up gloom dissolving in his gentle words.
I'd always felt inferior, abandoned by parents I never knew, and bounced between foster homes.
The stares, taunts, bullying, even the gross groping—that was my normal childhood.
To protect myself, I acted tough, unbreakable.
Like a window shopper eyeing others' happiness, full of envy, never daring to hope.
But Ronan made me sound so good, I almost believed I deserved kindness.
"So, Ryan. I want to give you happiness, all the good life. Stay with me?"
His grip tightened. He was nervous—nervous for my answer.
"Ronan." I squeezed back. "I promise. I'll never betray you, I swear."
Sea wind lifted and dropped the curtains, candle flames flickering. Ronan rounded the table, pulled me into his arms, leaned down, and kissed me.
Our kiss deepened, turning fierce and hungry.
Our tongues tangled with raw need that had been building all night.
Ronan's hands roamed my back, pulling me flush against him until I felt his hardness press insistently against my thigh.
I gasped into his mouth. My fingers threaded through his hair and tugged him closer.
He groaned. The deep sound vibrated through my chest and sent heat pooling between my legs.
Before I could catch my breath, he scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me as if I weighed nothing.
He strode into the bedroom, kicked the door shut behind us, and twisted the lock with a decisive click.
Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft silver shadows across the room.
He lowered me gently onto the bed and hovered over me. His gray eyes burned dark with desire.
"Let's try something different tonight," he murmured. His voice was low and rough, sending shivers racing down my spine.
I blinked up at him, heart racing with curiosity and anticipation. "What do you have in mind?"
He reached for his belt and slid it free from his pants with slow, deliberate movements.
My pulse quickened. He looped the leather around my wrists and bound them securely to the bedpost above my head.
His touch remained gentle, yet the firm grip left no doubt about his control.
I tested the restraint. The leather bit slightly into my skin.
A thrill of surrender rushed through me, making my body tremble with excitement rather than fear.
Ronan leaned down. His lips brushed my collarbone and trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses downward.
His tongue flicked across my sensitive skin before he reached my breasts.
He circled one nipple with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it hard into his mouth.
My back arched sharply off the bed. Low, needy moans escaped my throat as he lavished the same attention on the other breast. He left both peaks red, swollen, and aching for more.
He stripped us both bare in moments. His hands gripped my thighs and pried them apart despite my instinctive attempt to close them.
His fingers traced slow, teasing circles around my slick entrance.
They dipped in shallowly before pulling back, tormenting me mercilessly.
I twisted my hips, desperate for more. His knee pinned my legs open wider, keeping me fully exposed.
My breaths grew ragged. Wetness coated my thighs as the pressure inside me built unbearably.
Then he lowered his head. His warm tongue lapped at my swollen clit, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through my entire body.
Two thick fingers plunged deep inside me and curled against that perfect spot.
Stars burst behind my eyes. My body shook violently.
The sheets beneath me grew damp as I writhed and moaned helplessly.
"Ahh... Ronan..." I cried out. Waves of pleasure crashed over me again and again.
He straightened up, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
He fisted my hair gently and guided my mouth to his throbbing cock.
I took him eagerly. My lips wrapped around his thick length.
My tongue swirled around the head as I bobbed, savoring his salty taste.
He groaned deeply. His hips bucked slightly, but he let me set the pace while his control clearly frayed.
Finally, he positioned himself between my spread legs.
In one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.
The sudden fullness made my whole body jolt.
He started slow but forceful. He pulled out until only the tip remained inside me, then drove back in completely.
The wet slap of skin against skin and the obscene sounds of my arousal filled the room.
My wrists reddened under the belt. My breasts bounced with every deep impact.
My nipples throbbed from his earlier bites and sucks.
Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside me.
My body strained against the restraints.
Ronan slowed deliberately and ground his hips in deep circles.
His cock rubbed every sensitive inch inside me.
He leaned close to my ear, voice husky with lust. "Last time you took every inch so well.
What's making this pussy so sensitive tonight, baby? "
My face flushed hot with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. In a sudden burst of annoyance, I kicked up toward his shoulder. He caught my ankle easily and pressed it back down. His gray eyes flickered with regret.
He bent to kiss me tenderly. His movements softened. "I'm sorry," he whispered against my lips. "Last time was my fault. I won't push you like that again."
My body relaxed. The tension eased from my limbs.
Ronan reached up, unbuckled the belt, and freed my hands.
Before I could fully catch my breath, he flipped me onto all fours.
He entered me from behind in one smooth, deep motion.
His hands dug into my waist. He thrust hard, each stroke like a claiming punishment.
One hand reached around to knead my breasts.
He pinched and twisted my sensitive nipples until they pulsed with heat.
My golden curls stuck to my sweaty back. My body rocked forward with every powerful slam. My walls clenched tightly around him, pulling out thick, creamy arousal with each thrust. "Oh god... yes..." I moaned, unable to hold back.
Ronan hauled me up, shifting us so I straddled his lap face to face.
His hands cupped my ass firmly and guided me to ride him.
The head of his cock hit that deep, perfect spot over and over.
I tried to slow down and catch my breath, but he held me tight.
His hips snapped up relentlessly, impaling me again and again as if he wanted to fuse our bodies together.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," he growled against my neck. "Ride me harder, baby. Let me feel this greedy pussy squeeze my cock."
Ecstasy flooded through me once more. I screamed as my climax hit hard.
My pussy spasmed wildly around his thick length, milking him with rhythmic pulses.
Ronan growled low in his throat. He pumped hot, thick cum deep inside me.
He filled me until my belly felt slightly swollen.
Excess dripped out where our bodies joined.
He did not pull out right away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me and held me close.
He kissed my damp forehead and the corners of my eyes.
His fingers combed gently through my tangled curls.
I melted against his broad chest. My body continued to quiver with aftershocks.
The old, painful memories faded away in the warmth of his embrace.
I looped my arms around his neck and sank into him completely, relaxed and safe at last.