Own me.
No, no.
This is Ronan — he can’t do that.
“Stop it.” I choke on the words, my voice so weak it’s pathetic.
“Another one of your fantasies.” He wraps a finger around a nipple and twists so hard I gasp and moan at the same time. “Stop means more, doesn’t it, ma belle?”
Oh, God. Why the fuck did I write that? Why the hell does he remember it?
If I’m sick and he’s attuned to my sickness, what does that make us?
I don’t want to think about the answer. Something tells me it’d be a lot worse than the situation I’ve gotten myself into.
“You know…” He trails off, twisting my nipple again and making me fidget with the need to keep in the sounds clawing to escape. “This is the first time I’ve wanted to break someone.” He pauses, pinching again, until the searing pain takes over my entire body and my nerve endings tremble with the need for more. “No, that’s a lie. This is the second time. The first was when you knelt in front of me and moaned like a good girl. You’re not a good girl, but you turn into one when I corner you.”
“Ronan…” My voice is choppy, fragmented, and I have no idea what I want to say. His name feels foreign on my lips, newer, maddening.
“Do you want to come, belle?”
I swallow past the thickness in my throat, unable to stop feeling the sensations he’s eliciting in my nipple, the ones going straight to my aching core.
I don’t stop to think about the fact that he’s trapping me and blocking any exit I might have.
Perhaps that’s what I want, isn’t it? The lack of damn escape.
This is so fucked up, especially with everything that’s happened in the past, but I nod slightly.
A week or so ago, I didn’t know what it meant to come, but now, I can’t stop thinking about it, about him — his hands, his skin…the whole damn thing.
“I’m going to need words,” he muses.
I stare up at him with a pleading look, or that’s what I hope for anyway; I’m pretty sure I’m glaring at him. “Don’t make me say it.”
“But I want to hear it. You have your fantasies, and I have mine.” He pinches again and I collapse against his chest, biting my lip. “The words, Teal, or I can continue doing this all day. I’ll edge you close but never give you release.”
He can do that?
I peek at him, testing to see if he’s for real or playing with me. Judging by the dip in his brows, he seems dead serious.
“Just do it.”
He crushes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I cry out as the pain takes over me.
I wish it was only the pain, but no, the pain brings something else — something that ends with arousal between my shaking thighs.
“That’s not the tone. Say it right.”
“M-Make me…”
“What?”
“Come,” I breathe the word. “Make me come.”
The word is barely out of my mouth when he pushes me back. I yelp as I fall against the bed. The shock of it leaves me speechless, unable to utter a word.
“Manhandled.” He raises an eyebrow. “Remember that in your pretty little list?”