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His tongue sweeps out, licking the infliction. “Do you want me to make you come?” He breathes heavy against my mouth, continuing his delirious dick torture.
My body twinkles in response. Submission at its finest. “Yes. Please, yes.”
He smirks, roaming his mouth along my jaw and to my ear. He plants a feathery kiss right under the lobe of the sensitivepart of the neck. “You want to come on my tongue like a dirty little snake, or on my fingers?”
Please both.My eyes shutter closed from the velvety kisses along my neckline. I glide my fingers down his suit, finding the zipper. I unlatch it, aching to get a touch of his skin, to feel something besides cotton and polyester.
I want to fuck him.I want nothing more than that. “Whichever one will give you a better taste,Poison.” My hand finds a home through the inches of the collar. It’ll have to work for now. My fingers slip inside his and underneath, my fingers seer into his smooth chest, even some welted grooves rolling over my pads. His chest tenses up and he stops. As if reality slams down on us, he pulls away, resting his forehead on mine, my heart thumping painfully against my ribs, my lips screaming to continue, to get that shot of his poison again.
But he only wraps his hands around my wrist and lowers them from the connection on his skin. Heat blazes on my forehead, disappointment swimming up my stomach, catching a hook into my throat and yanking the ache.
He tosses my wrist down as if they caught on fire. That only makes me even more nausea, the burn in me extinguishes. I catch my breath from that earth-shattering kiss and I gaze at him with confusion. His eyes close; he lowers me down and then backs up several inches from me. Once his eyes open, all I witness are black glimmers. The man I kissed is no longer present.
Before I can open my mouth to question, he cuts me off.
“The deals done.” He doesn’t even bother avoiding contact. His jaw is so rock solid it could break a wall. His attitude changed from a man ready to eat me alive to a cold and hard exterior. “And it won’t happen again.”
I ignore the stab in my chest. I don’t indulge. I don’t bother to question what happened. Why the switch?
And what did I do?
I leave it alone because I shouldn’t be feeling the pain of rejection. I shouldn’t be experiencing anything besides meeting the end of a deal to earn a spot. I lost, and that’s all. Time to move on.
I nod, lifting from the wall and fixing my hair from the ruffling of him digging into it. “I agree.” Avoiding his hard thickness as he readjusts himself and the wet smear rubbing between my thighs.
I peer up at the clouds. I can’t look at him and get a flush to my cheeks from embarrassment. He clears his throat and heads out, busting out the doors hard enough to break them.
My chest sinks as I avert my gaze to the floor where he stood. “Fuck, I’m so stupid.” I kneel, shielding my face with my arm.
You’re not like them, Anita. You don’t get to have a normal life anymore. You are a killer now. There is no happily ever after. Revenge is your purpose.
General words circulate in my head. Pain stabs in my heart, the thickness expanding in my throat. I close my eyes, inhaling then releasing. That was supposed to make me feel at ease. Only it does the complete opposite.
What the hell happened?
Chapter 34
Ronan
Denial plagues the bones; truth sets it free.
My head tips back, letting the droplets from the water pierce my skin, the cool pebbles taming me but still keeping in that poison that flows through my blood. I’m dreading the moment I have to look at her. Not because she’s repulsive, but the opposite.
My stomach twists, my cock jolting a bit from the memory of her moaning so soft and venomous while she ground on my dick.
Now that I’ve gotten a taste of her, how will I avoid grabbing her and kissing the fuck out of her plump lips? She kisses damn well; our mouths molded together too perfectly, the two missing pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. And that’s something I was not expecting. I wasn’t intending for the connection to heighten to where it made me want to tear off those fucking clothes and make her moan for me again, to make her beg me to taste her.
I lather the soap over my chest and onto my stomach, mentally ignoring the scars.
That’s why I stopped. If she felt the wounds and welts, it’ll only remind her of the pain of losing a brother, the agony of how there was no one to save him. The torture we endured.
I was weak. And useless. A damn abomination of a man.
A young man.
I glared down, the water dripping over like rain, my hair surrounding my eyes. The best thing to do is to keep my distance. Which we have been this entire week; she hasn’t been here, and I know she left. I watched it on my surveillance cameras. If I had the technology to see how far she drove and where she ended up at, I would’ve. I was tempted to ask Bedford to search all the stop light cameras and the ones in the city.
I’m that fucking nuts, and that’s why I need to fall back. But I also don’t want her to not be here. Shebelongshere, even if she doesn’t see it.
