“The corrupt type.”
“Exactly the type we need. Clean on the outside, filthy on the inside.”
Yup, that describes my father to a tee.
“Are you going to stay in there much longer?” Ronan eyes me the same way he did in the elevator. Except he can skip a step since I’m already naked.
“I can get out if you want.”
“Only if I can keep you wet and naked.”
“I belong to you. You can have anything you want.” That’s the dirty deal that was struck.
That reply gets me a wicked smile and a dangerous look. He holds out his hand to me, and I take it. I step out of the tub soaking wet.
Standing face to face, Ronan pulls off his tie and slips it over my head. My heart rate spikes. Twenty questions pop off in my head. Did Liam tell him? Is he suspicious? Does he know? He tightens the tie until it is tight around my neck, but not suffocating me.
“Go lean on the counter.” His voice is low and husky with lust.
I do as I’m told. Resting my hands on the cool marble, our reflection in the huge wall mirror.
“You’re sexier than a porn star.” He smacks my ass as hard as he can.
“I’m deadlier than one, too.”
“I know that’s the truth. It’s why I want you.” He takes the tie in his left hand and pulls while he shoves two fingers inside me with his right. “So fucking sexy. And completely mine.” The way he says it isn’t loving or sensual. It’s a statement of control. Of dominance. Of true ownership.
I close my eyes and drop my head back, letting him have his fun.
I try not to think of anyone but him. I try not to wish it was Declan touching me. Because Declan is gone, and Ronan is here. He’s who I have to concentrate on.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he growls in my ear.
I don't hesitate. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard and make me come.” I give him my best porn-star impression.
Ronan groans like he loves it.
Play a part and give the audience what they’re looking for.
“Spread your fucking legs.” Watching him through the mirror, he deftly undoes his dress pants and lets them fall to the floor.
A moment later, he’s pushing inside me, filling me up and using my body. “I was thinking about this all fucking afternoon.” He fucks me hard, fucks me steadily, bucking my body forward with each powerful thrust.
I didn’t think about you at all.
I reluctantly hand myself over, letting the sensations build, blocking out everything but the pleasure swelling between my thighs. Truth be told, I need the release. I need the escape. Even if it’s Ronan who’s taking me on the ride.
In this world, you do what you must to survive.
I cry out in elevated octaves with every punch of his hips until my pussy begins to tighten and the ache begins to grow, the tainted release coming on like a high-speed train. “I’m gonna come,” I force the words. “I’m gonna come.”
Ronan continues his onslaught until my limbs go weak and pleasure drains all the energy from my body. I moan and squeak exactly like a porn star, putting on my best show.
“Fucking hell.” Roan pulls out just as I finish, using the tie as my leash. “Get on your fucking knees.” He pushes me down, gripping his swollen erection. I drop, parting my lips just in time for him shove his cock into my mouth. He comes two pumps later, groaning incoherently, sexual satisfaction echoing around the room.
The aftermath is a combination of Ronan’s heavy breathing, his smug smile, and me left kneeling in front of him. A new pet on his silk leash.
“That mouth is going to get me in so much trouble.” He yanks on the tie, instructing me to get to my feet.
