My pussy still throbs with the need to come as I lie back and slowly open my thighs while Ronan moves to kneel on the bed beside me.
“It shouldn’t hurt, considering how…warmed up you are.” He runs the tip of the toy along my inner thigh.
I hold back a moan at the feeling of it, my body tensing as he grazes my skin before dipping between my legs and running the toy along my slit.
My body arches off the bed as the toy pulses against my clit, but he doesn’t keep it there for long. Instead, he runs it back down my center before slowly pushing it inside me.
I gasp as I stretch around it, swallowing a cry as it vibrates inside me.
“There you go,” he murmurs.
“Oh, mygod,” I moan as he pushes the toy deeper inside me so that the clit stimulator brushes against me.
My eyes roll back as pleasure overwhelms me.
I’m not sure if it’s because I’m so aroused from having Ronan’s tongue between my thighs or if this vibrator isthatgood, but it feels as if barely seconds have passed before another orgasm builds.
He chuckles as he moves the toy inside me. “Someone’s close already.”
My answering moan tells him all he needs to know.
He presses the button again, increasing the speed to the point where it’s almost overwhelming.
My thighs start to shake as my entire core tenses, and then?—
Nothing.
My eyes snap open, and I stare at him, confused and dazed. “What the hell?”
Ronan pulls the toy free and looks down at me with a satisfied smirk. “You didn’t think I’d actually give you what you want, did you?”
He presses the button to turn the toy off.
My blood turns to lava. “You’rejoking.”
“Think of it as a…welcome gift.” He leans back on his heels and looks at the toy, which glistens with my arousal, and he grins. “A taste of what you could have.”
I shove his shoulder before scrambling off the bed and grabbing my dress from the floor. “You’re a fuckingasshole.”
Ronan tosses the vibrator onto the bed and lifts both hands. “This is my room. You’re free to sleep in the guest room next door if your pride needs space.”
Mypride?
Oh, that’s it. I’m done playing his little game.
Holding my dress to my chest to try to protect my dignity, I snatch the toy off the bed and storm out of the room without another word.
The sound of Ronan’s rumbling laugh follows me next door to the guest room, where I make a point to slam the door extra hard so it rattles on its hinges.
“Asshole.” I toss my dress on the floor and collapse onto the bed.
I should have known he’d pull a stunt like that. After all, Ronan Sullivan is the type of guy who likely gets off on torturing people. The fact that I actually thought he’d want to give me pleasure is laughable.
He’s not that selfless.
But despite the fact that my entire body is burning with rage, I can’t ignore the overwhelming ache between my thighs.
I’ve been on the brink of climaxing twice, and my body is still begging for that release which isexactlywhat Ronan wants.
