“Do you think you deserve to come?” I reach down to rub my thumb over her swollen clit as I move my hips faster, my balls already tightening with my own need to come.
Her back arches off the desk as she tries to cry out, but the panties in her mouth muffle the sound.
She writhes against the desk as she tries to cling to any control she has, but I tighten my hold on her hips, keeping her still as I work her clit in time with my thrusts.
“You’re mine,Tine Bhaeg. You’remine.”
My words are enough to send Ciara over the edge. Her expression is nothing but agony as she comes, her entire body trembling as she loses the last of her control over herself.
“Fuck,”
Her pussy clenches around me so hard that I come right along with her.
I grip her ass harder, pulling her tighter against me as my hips jerk and my cock spills inside her, giving her every last drop I have.
Only when I’ve fully emptied myself do I slide free and step back to take in the sight of Ciara sprawled on the desk, her hands still bound with my tie. Her pussy is swollen, and her thighs are trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, but it’s the look in her eyes that makes me pause.
She’s not afraid. Just…confused.
I reach forward and take the panties out of her mouth before stuffing them in my pocket.
“What the hell was that?” Her voice is hoarse, as she sits up.
I don’t answer. Instead, I stuff my still rock-hard cock into my pants and refasten them.
“Ronan.”
“You weren’t out with Mila today.”
I glance up and see Ciara’s eyes widen for a brief second before she schools her features back to neutral.
“Don’t lie to me again.” My temper flares. “Were you seeing him behind my back?”
Her mouth falls open in shock. “What? No?—”
My phone buzzes on the table.
“Ronan.”
I grab my phone and curse at the name on the screen.
It’s one of my guys who I told to keep an eye on Max, and his sister for that matter, after I left.
“I have to take this.”
Ignoring Ciara’s furious glare as she sits on the edge of my desk, still completely naked with her wrists bound and my cum dripping down her thighs, I hold the phone up to my ear and brace myself for whatever shitstorm is about to hit.
“Yeah?”
“We’ve got a problem.”
“What kind of problem?”
“Max is dead.”
The words hit me like a punch to the gut.
I didn’t beat the guy up badly enough to warrant him fucking dying. Surely, this has to be some kind of misunderstanding.
