“Fuck you,” she gasps as I step forward to stand between her thighs.
“Oh, believe me, sweetheart, you will.”
Chapter Twenty-One
RONAN
I grabCiara’s wrists with one hand and pin them against the cupboard behind her as I slide the other hand up and down her bare thigh, biting back a groan at the feeling of her soft skin beneath my fingertips.
“You don’t get to talk to me like that and not pay the price.” My voice is low and commanding.
“I don’t care.”
She attempts to pull against my grip, but I know that she really wants to be taken apart, to see what it’s like to hand over complete control to me. She got a taste of it the other night, and this time, I have no intention of stopping until she’s screaming my name.
I squeeze her thigh hard as I lean in closer, running my nose along the side of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. “I think you do care. I think you want to know what the price is.”
"You’re unbelievable." But her words come out as more of a gasp as I arch my hips.
Her skirt has ridden up almost to her waist so that myerection rubs against the thin lace of her panties, and I swallow a chuckle as her eyes roll.
"Say that again.”
She tilts her chin up to glare at me, but her cheeks are flushed pink and her chest is rising and falling rapidly as she clings to the last of her control.
"I said, you’re un?—"
I grab her jaw, forcing her to look at me as I grind against her heat.
Her eyes widen. Not because she’s afraid, but because she’s aroused. She wants me as badly as I want her, even though she’s too stubborn to admit it.
I don’t think before my mouth crashes into hers once again. I kiss her like I’m punishing her, dragging her lower lip between my teeth with just enough pressure to make her gasp.
Her thighs tighten around my hips, pulling me closer as I let my free hand roam over her body, dipping beneath her sweater and cupping her breasts over her bra.
A deep rumble builds in my chest as I squeeze the soft flesh, feeling my cock thicken, so desperate to be freed that I can already feel it leaking precum.
"You’ve got a smart mouth," I growl against her throat as I trail kisses down to her collarbone. "And a bad habit of disobeying me."
She lets out a breathless laugh as I graze my teeth against the sensitive skin, watching it pebble beneath my touch.
“What are you going to do about it?”
“I’m going to teach you what happens when you test me."
She keeps her eyes locked on mine, silently daring me to continue.
So, I offer her a lazy smirk in return as I reach down and slowly trail my fingers along the inside of her thigh.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Ciara,” I warn as I run my finger along the waistband of her panties.
Her throat bobs as I graze my fingertip against the sensitive skin, so close to where she wants me, but I still refuse to give in just yet.
“Maybe I want to lose,” she challenges.
I tighten my hold on her wrists as I lean in until our mouths are almost touching. Only then do I dip my finger inside her panties and run it along the length of her slit.
“Oh, God,” she gasps, arching her back as I tease her.
