Time for a change of tactic. I grip her by the arm and stand up as I flip her to her stomach. An excited squeal leaves her lips as she stares back at me over her shoulder. “W-What are you doing?”
“Bad things, trésor.”
“R-Ronan, don’t.”
“Don’t what, mon petit coeur adoré?”
Her breathing hitches as her eyes widen until they nearly fill her tiny face. I place a hand under her stomach and pull her up so she’s on her knees.
“Didn’t you want me to speak French to you, belle?”
“Not like this,” she murmurs, even though she doesn’t make a move to fight me.
“Not like what? This?” I run my hard dick up and down her wetness, and a shiver goes through her entire body.
“Ronan…”
“I don’t have another condom, but you’re on the shot, aren’t you? It was in that club resume.” I grab her by the hip and slam inside her in one go.
We groan at the same time as we join. There’s something about owning Teal, about being with her.
Greed. Fucking greed.
When it’s combined with lust, there’s absolutely no stopping it.
“Jesus,” she grunts.
“I told you — not him. Me.” I lean over and grab a handful of her hair to pull her by it. The angle must be uncomfortable, but if she feels it, she’s not saying anything. I run my tongue over her ear then bite. “You want French, belle? You think I’m in the right state of mind to think in French when I’m fucking you?”
She moans as she clenches around me. I fuck her fast and dirty like she’s my salvation, like she’s the only one I can have before the end of the fucking world.
Maybe she’s right. Maybe it’s because of the nightmare. Otherwise, why the fuck would I want to keep her when I’ve never wanted to keep anyone?
At that thought, my pace turns ferocious, animalistic even. I pound into her until she falls apart, screaming, then she bites her lip so hard blood coats her pearly white teeth.
I angle her head and kiss it. I taste the metal of her blood as I power into her with all my might.
Someone appears in my peripheral vision. I’m sideways to the door while she’s facing away, still coming down from her high.
Cole.
He stands by the door, holding a book. He leans against the doorframe, crossing his feet at the ankles. Usually, if he’s in one of his voyeurism phases, I’ll tell him to fuck off. I don’t. Instead, I let Teal fall to the sofa and throw the jacket over her back and arse to hide her nudity.
There’s no way in fuck I’ll let him see her naked, but that doesn’t mean he won’t see who she belongs to.
I grab her hip under the jacket and thrust into her a few more times, long and hard, and then empty inside her like I’ve never done before.
And it’s not only because of the lack of a condom. I lied — I have condoms, plural. I never go out without them and I shove them in my fucker friends’ lockers to prevent any teen pregnancy drama, but the idea of putting a barrier between me and Teal again sounded like a tragedy.
Off you go, condoms. This is our official goodbye.
“Nice show.” Cole raises an eyebrow.
Teal gasps as she shrinks into herself, pulling the jacket all around her.
I remain completely naked as I stand up and glare at him. Cole always had a voyeurism kink — amongst others.
“Carry on.” He pauses. “Or should I have applauded first?”