I cling to him as he starts to move, sliding his cock out of me before thrusting his hips and filling me all the way to the hilt.
“Oh, god.”
With each thrust of his cock inside me, emotions from the past few hours start to overflow, and my eyes sting with tears as I cling to him.
Ronan groans. “I need to be deeper.”
“Yes.”
He pulls back to rest on his heels as his hands move to hold my ass up to hit me even deeper.
I moan. “Oh fuck, right there.”
Ronan’s face is one of agony as he pumps his hips, each muscle in his abdomen stretched tight as he works us both to completion. His body radiates power, and it sends a thrill through me to know that I’m the one who can make him come undone.
Keeping one hand on my ass, he wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp as he thrusts his hips faster.
“Who do you belong to?” His dark eyes flash with need as he looks down at where our bodies are joined.
“You…”
“That’s right. This body is mine, thispussyis mine.”
I can barely match his brutal pace, his cock hitting me so deep that the pleasure is almost overwhelming.
I dig my fingers into his forearms, barely hanging on. “I-I’m coming.”
Ronan groans as I climax, my pussy clenching around his cock so tightly that it sends him over the edge. He swells inside me as he comes, his hips jerking as he empties every last drop inside me.
“Fuck.” He loosens his grip from around my throat before collapsing on top of me.
I let out a contented sigh as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him close as I try to catch my breath.
He’s still buried inside me, but neither of us makes any attempt to move.
As if realizing how close we both came to losing one another, the thought of breaking apart is unbearable.
I run my hands over his shoulders and back, enjoying the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips as his breath tickles my ear.
Eventually, Ronan slides out of me and goes into the bathroom to get a towel to clean us both up before sliding into bed beside me.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as we lie together, tangled in the sheets. “I know I should have waited, that I should have trusted you would get there in time. But Mila…she was in danger because of me.”
He shifts to prop himself up on an elbow, a deep crease between his eyebrows as he looks down at me. “I’m ready to listen now.”
“You were so sure Callum was guilty, but he’s not. When I was with Max, we found something. Something that proves Callum was set up.”
Ronan’s expression sharpens. “What are you talking about?”
“Callum was with me the day the account was created. Our mom…”
I shake my head, and Ronan kisses my forehead.
“Take your time.”
I nod. “Max hacked into the security camera footage at the bank where the account was set up, and we have proof…” I don’t mention that I suspect one of Ronan’s men set up the account because I’m not fully sure, and I’m not about to get another man killed. “I think that’s why Max was killed.”
Ronan sits up, dragging a hand down his face. “You should’ve told me.”
