Page 40 of Heavy
If Ronan is here to teach me a lesson, I guess I’ll be his willing student.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice a deep, shadowed abyss, heavy with emotion too tangled to unravel.
My heart races so fast I swear it’s going to run straight out of my throat. “I didn’t… mean to. I-I’ll leave.”
I toss back the covers and immediately grab them once again. All of my clothes are gone, and while I should be surprised, I’m not. I normally find myself naked after a night of drinking, especially when I’ve stupidly becometoodrunk.
He tilts his head and my body heats like a fucking oven put on full power.
“Move the blanket.” When he commands me, I become a puppet, each word a string that pulls me into action. Without a thought, I obey, sliding the sheet aside. I’m exposed, bare—no panties, nothing.
A deep, thunderous chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Spread.”
I’m either going to die of a heart attack or a stroke, because my brain can’t keep up with my body’s response. I’m pulling my heels toward my ass and opening my legs before I can tell myself to stop.
This is so wrong, and not because he is my stepfather’s brother, that isn’t it. I can’t do this with him, but I don’t want to deny myself anymore.
“What a beautiful cunt you have, and shaved…” If it weren’t for the open curtains letting in the moon’s light, I’d not see the hunger in his eyes. He strides toward me, and I feel bumps cascade down my body, my heart leaping and flipping around my throat. “Little slut wanting to get fucked by her uncle, huh?”
Holyfuck.
My lips part, but all that comes out is a whimper. I want him to stop calling himself that, but I can’t deny that I do want to fuck him. No, I want to be fuckedbyhim.
“Calista.” I fall back onto my elbows as he says my name, and I don’t understand why hearing it from him has such a powerful pull on me. “You are glistening and soaking my sheets. Tell me, baby girl, what do you want?”
I secretly love that he calls me that, but I will deny it until the day I fucking die.
“Hurt me.” The words slip out, tinged with a hint of regret. Why did I say that? I usually don’t ask for pain until I’m sure they won’t leave. Though, inevitably, they always do. “Please… Ronan…”
He pulls his shirt up and over his head, tossing it off to the side before unbuckling his belt. Taking a step to the edge of the bed, I stare at him through my spread legs. I’m so fucking wet, and my pussy aches with the thought of him devouring it. I want him to bite and suck and fuck every place he is willing to touch.
“Desperate little thing, aren’t you.” As if it’s a question, I just nod. “I will, that is a promise, not a threat.”
My body shakes, and it only intensifies as he drops his pants. The moment I drop my gaze to look at his cock, he tuts. “Eyes up, baby girl.”
I sharply suck in a breath and hold it as he climbs onto the bed between my legs, coming up toward my face. He hovers over me, so fucking close I can feel his steady breathing against my sensitive skin. His nose barely keeps from touching my cheek as he moves to my ear.
My pierced nipples harden to the point where all I want to do is rub them against his chest for some friction. The desperation to close my thighs, to squeeze them to get any relief is so agonizing that I moan out softly as a plea.
His breath fans against my ear, causing my hair to tickle against it. “You want me to hurt you, just like you’re going to hurt me?”
My breath catches and before I can react, his hand is around my throat, shoving me down onto my back. This isn’t gentle, nor is it for pleasure. My ability to breathe is immediately cut off, and I reach up to push him away. However, he has full weight on me, actually suffocating me.
His knees kick my ass as a pressure slams itself into my center. The burn of his entry has tears springing to the corners of my eyes, but it’s the lack of air that has my body heating.
“H-Help!” I cough, and spit trails from the corners of my lips, sliding down my cheeks toward my ears.
“Help you?” he breathes as he rams into me, and I’m incapable of registering how he feels inside of me, his size, width—nothing. Everything is turning black, and a tingling sensation envelops my neck and soon, my eyes. My vision is darkening from the edges, and I claw at his arm, attempting to breathe.
“R-Ronan… please… no…”
Gasping.
Fighting.
Nothing is working.
Oh my god, he’s going to kill me.
