He’s not smiling.
He’s not even attempting to smile.
“I’m curious to see how far I can take your fantasy list.”
“W-What?”
His gaze remains on my lip as if he’s entranced by the back and forth of his thumb over the tender skin. “You know, the checklist you left for me at La Débauche. Your little depraved fantasies.”
I never understood what the expression Dig myself a grave meant until this moment. I wish I could summon a hole and disappear into it.
Yes, I figured he saw that list, but I thought he’d forgotten about it, or better yet hadn’t paid it much attention.
My darkest secrets are on that list, secrets no one should see, least of all Ronan.
“And yes, I do remember them.” He smirks. “I learnt them by heart.”
Oh, God.
Oh. My. God.
“Now, let’s see, it starts with something like…” His eyes glint with pure sadism, the type I’ve never seen on his face, not even when he taunts.
His hand trails down my chest, slow, sensual even. I stop breathing altogether when he rips my shirt in the middle.
“Stripping you bare.”
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The sound of tearing cloth fills the air as buttons fly everywhere, scattering around us.
For a second, just a moment in time, I’m too stunned to react.
For a second, I stare at him with wild eyes, as if that will make this situation a bit more understandable.
It doesn’t.
A second is all it takes for him to yank my jacket and shirt away, leaving me in my bra and uniform’s skirt.
A gust of air envelops my skin, and my heart resurrects back to life as if it had an attack — or rather an arrest.
The clothes fall to the ground with a soft whoosh, thrusting me back to reality.
I cross both arms over my chest — trembling arms, tingling fucking arms all covered in goosebumps and the promise of the unknown.
“What the fuck are you doing?” My voice is merely a whisper, not attempting to sound angry.
I should be; deep in my heart, I know I should be, but I can’t even muster up the courage to do it. There’s something about the way he ripped my clothes that’s making me weak in the legs; I’m surprised I’m able to remain standing.
“Making the fantasy come true.” He grabs my arms and shoves them both to either side of me.
His force is havoc-wreaking — it’s the type you can’t escape even if you try. It’s the type that shakes my thighs and turns me into that marionette I can’t push out of my head. Only this time, it’s the good type. The pleasurable type.
Ronan wraps a hand around my wrists and imprisons them behind my back. My breasts are thrust in his face, praying for attention.
“You have beautiful tits — did you know that?” He licks his lips like he’s about to dive into a meal as he unclasps the strap of my bra. My breasts spill free with a gentle bounce, and the look in his eyes darkens as if he’s about to devour me.