I clench around him, thighs splayed far apart, crying out as he fucks me hard and rough. He collars me by the throat and silences me with kisses that are just as impatient and deep as his thrusts.
Our tongues stroke together. Our bodies collide, showing no signs of slowing down. The once sturdy king bed creaks under the sheer force of our movements—Ronan’s brutal, fast thrusts and my body jutting as I take him.
He pulls back and pushes my knees up, folding me into a new position. I’m suddenly spread in a whole new way as he drives into me again.
Knees by my head, I’m forced to peer heavily lidded up at him. I’m almost tilted upside down as he sinks down into me, burying his dick deep. He grunts like the brute he is, still gripping my throat, applying pressure and making me dizzy.
My whole body is buzzing. My mind is lost in a haze. I’m unable to process anything but the intense pleasure Ronan’s giving me.
It’s all too much, yet my pussy acts on her own. As he bashes away at my sweet spot, she flutters around him and sends a streak of sparks through me. I’m crying, face screwed up in an ecstasy that’s almost painful.
I come like this—trapped in the brutal bliss he brings me and the intense waves of pleasure that wash over my body head to toe. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I swear I see stars. I see the universe, quaking and writhing and breathless from everything.
From Ronan and his domination.
He squeezes my throat and slams into my pussy, grunting out how good I feel.
“So fucking perfect,” he pants. “So fucking slick. Keep clenching that fucking pussy on my cock, princess. Be my good little whore and show me how you work that pussy.”
I’m still in the throes of my orgasm when I hazily obey. I’m not even sure if I’m doing it right, but I clamp down on his cock as he fucks into me. He groans in answer, pumping away a few more times ’til he’s no longer able to stand it.
He floods me with his cum, coating me from the inside in his hot release.
We’re both struggling for air as he collapses on top of me, burying his face in my breasts. He’s out of it and I am too, stroking fingers through his slick, dark red hair.
Minutes must go by before either of us moves. He finally finds the fortitude to roll off me, laying at my side, eyes on the ceiling.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “That was…”
“Intense,” I answer for him.
“Yeah… real intense. Simone, I?—”
“Thank you. For doing what you did.” I lean over and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You… you didn’t have to.”
Then I’m rolling out of bed and heading to the bathroom, my body still alight with aftereffects from the orgasm I’ve just had. But I figure it’s easier to clean up than it is to face Ronan and what’s happened between us.
Our moment of carnal passion changes nothing. Once it’s over, we revert back to how we’ve always been with each other: avoidant and tense.
Almost as if we’re both trying to avoid acknowledging the moment. Neither of us wants to address the explosive and undeniable passion between us.
Ronan throws himself into his work, disappearing for hours at a time and coming home later than ever. Sometimes he doesn’t come home at all, and I wake up alone in our bed, the sheets cold on his side.
I’m kept busy with my “set” schedule—hair appointments, trainer sessions at the gym, charity luncheons with other mob wives who smile politely while sizing me up like I’m a threat.
But this time, I don’t have much of a problem with the distance.
Mostly because I’m not sure how to process or make sense of what happened between us that day.
The blood. The violence. The way he looked at me—wild, feral, completely out of control.
The way he kissed me. The way I kissed him back, more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.
What does it say about me that I was so turned on by the fact he’d killed the man who hurt and threatened me? What does it mean that I savored how he’d kept his word when he said he’d avenge and protect me?
That when he told me no other man would ever touch me again my pussy clenched?
I don’t know what that says about me as a person, and I’m not sure I ever want to know.