“Oh!” My mouth fell open, and I tried to rock my hips, but he held me down as he pumped his finger in and out.
“You like that? My bad girl likes her little arse played with?”
“Do you care what I like?” I moaned, long and low, as he sucked my clit into his mouth and curled his finger to press against the thin wall between my ass and pussy. “You’re going to do it anyway.”
“I care very much.” Of course he did. I was being a brat, and we both knew it. His tongue swirled around my throbbing clit. “I’m going to fuck you until you want to stay. Until you’re so bad, you’re good again. My beautiful good girl.”
My hips flew off the mattress when he latched onto my clit again, a feral scream ripping from my chest. My fingers flexed against the ties, aching to grip his hair and ride his face.
“I hate you,” I panted. I didn’t hate him, not even a little, and that made me riled up. “I’m going to run back to my apartment and sleep with the doors unlocked. I’m going to take down the curtains—”
He flipped me over so fast the wind knocked out of my lungs and my train of thought derailed. His palm met my ass three times in quick succession. The noises that came out of me were animalistic, nothing like any I’d made before.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” He pressed my shoulders to the mattress, lifted my hips with one of his big hands, and filled me in one smooth, hard thrust. I squealed again, but it was drowned out by Ronan’s satisfied groan. “Yeah, you’re tryin’ to kill me. I’ll gladly go if I can fuck you like this until I die.”
“Who will boss me around if you die?” I tried to move with him, to rock back and meet his thrusts, but he had taken charge of my body, holding my hips exactly where he wanted them.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you to death. We’re going out together, baby girl.” His thumbs spread my cheeks apart, and he let out a thick grunt. “You’re mine, Iris. All of you. No one else sees you like this. This is only for me.”
“Only you,” I agreed, because it was true. No one had ever seen me this way, and I couldn’t imagine wanting someone else the way I ached for Ronan.
“That’s right.” He leaned over me, his mouth beside my ear. “I knew you were my good girl. You just needed to be reminded.” He kissed my shoulders and neck and pulled my earlobe between his teeth.
“And you’re a kidnapper.” I turned my head as far as I could and bit his jaw. He laughed, and his hand left my hip to grip my throat.
“The truth is, you could have fought harder. You could have left after I did.” He tugged free from my teeth and pressed his nose to my cheek. “You want to be here with me as much as I want you. Fight me, though. I like it.”
I shoved my ass back as hard as I could, and his cock plunged so deep inside me, my eyes rolled back in my head. He chuckled again and pressed sweet kisses to my face.
“How much do you hate me?” He got back on his knees, holding my hips in both hands. Something warm dripped down the valley of my ass, then he spread it with his index finger around my hole. “Enough to let me have you here?”
More warmth dripped on me, and I turned my head to see him lick his lips. Oh god, he’d spit on me and covered me with it. My knees shook with arousal. My brain told me I shouldn’t like it as much as I did, but Ilovedit.
“I don’t know.” I rubbed my face in the pillow, moaning as two fingers breached me.
“You’d better tell me no now or I’m going to take your arse, baby girl. I need to make my mark on every inch of this gorgeous body so you don’t forget.” He reached under me to rub my clit in tight circles.
It was too much. My ass, my pussy, and my clit were aching, overstimulated and desperate. I didn’t know how to think or respond to him. My mind was filled with stardust, and I was hurtling through space. Ronan’s hips slammed against me, sliding my entire body forward on the bed. My hands hit the headboard, and I used the leverage to push back, to fuck myself on his cock.
“Ronan, oh god.” My neck arched. My mouth fell open. He was too deep, but I couldn’t bear to ask him to give me any less.
“Give it to me. Show me, beautiful girl.”
I came again, and it was gut wrenching. My muscles trembled. My core clenched around Ronan’s double intrusion. I clawed at the sheets. My head thrashed back and forth, muffling my screams against my pillow.
Ronan’s fingers withdrew from my body, then liquid rained down between my cheeks and entrance. He massaged the lube in, dipping inside me again and again.
“Can I have you here?” His voice was tight and controlled, but I heard the edge to it. He was just as affected by me as I was him, but he was much better at hiding it.
“Yes, please. Show me, Ronan. Make me feel it.”
He slid out of me and immediately nudged against my ass. I exhaled, trying to relax and allow him entrance. The first burn of his cock entering me and pushing past the tight ring of muscle almost made me come again. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise, but that spark of pain only added to the bliss.
He didn’t go easy on me, and I was glad about that. If he had treated me like a fragile little creature, I might have folded. But Ronan was rough, plunging into me in two or three strokes until his hips were flush with my ass, and I was so full, I could barely breathe. Then he added to it by driving two fingers into my pussy.
“There’s my girl,” he crooned. “My beautiful, beautiful girl. You’re mine.”
“You’re mine,” I answered tightly. “Don’t forget it when you’re guarding pretty Italian socialites.”