She pulls against my grip, but I only tighten it, and her eyes flash as she looks up at me under her long lashes.
“I’m not your maid.”
“No, you’re just a traitor’s daughter playing dress-up in my house.” I regret the words the second they leave my mouth.
This time when she pulls away, I let her go, silently cursing myself for taking it too far.
“You want to talk about traitors? You’re the one who spread lies about my father. You and your damn family ruined him. You’re the reason he killed himself?—”
Her voice cracks, and she looks away, but not before I notice her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Fuck.
It wasn’t supposed to go this far. But I refuse to apologize for speaking the truth when it comes to her father. He was a traitor, and Ciara would do well to realize that.
I step toward her, and when she immediately backs away, I bristle, but I take another step in the hope of turning her pain into anger.
At least anger is something I understand and know how to deal with.
“You really think you know the whole story?” I close the distance between us.
“I know enough?—”
“You don’t knowshit.” I brace my hands on the counter on either side of her, caging her in my arms.
Her back hits the marble edge, but she doesn’t flinch. Instead, she simply glares up at me as she folds her arms over her chest.
“Get out of my face, Ronan.”
“You seemed pretty fucking happy with me in your face the other night.” I lean in close, letting my gaze purposefully flick to her chest. “Especially, whenmyface was buried in that sweet little pussy of yours.”
Her cheeks flush a deep crimson as her throat bobs. “That was clearly a lapse in judgment.”
“Oh, yeah?” I murmur in her ear. “Is that what you tell yourself when you get yourself off thinking about me? Because I heard you through the wall the other night, andI’m pretty sure it was my name on your lips as you climaxed?—”
Her hands are on my chest, pushing at me, but I don’t move an inch.
“You’re a monster.”
I slam my fist on the marble counter next to her, hard enough to make her jump.
“But you’re the one kissing the monster back, so what does that make you?”
“What do you mean?—”
Before she can finish, my lips crash against hers in a tangle of teeth and tongues.
To my surprise, she doesn’t try to push me away. Instead, her fingers sink into my shirt, pulling me closer as I force my tongue into her mouth.
I wrap my left hand around her neck and tilt her head up so I can kiss her deeper, groaning as my tongue strokes against hers.
She tastes of chocolate and coffee, and I can’t seem to get enough. I want to devour her mouth like I did her pussy the other night.
I want to taste her on my tongue for days to come.
My cock is already straining against my zipper, and I can’t help but buck my hips against Ciara, causing her to gasp as I rub against her.
"You want to keep playing games with me, princess?" I growl against her mouth as I move my hands to her ass and lift her effortlessly onto the counter. "Is that it?"
