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I continue, the words tumbling out in a desperate plea as my fingers keep circling but not touching the place I desperately need it. "Ronan, please, let me... I need to cum. I need it so bad."

Ronan's smile deepens as I utter the desperate pleas, his satisfaction evident in the control he maintains over my desire. With a deliberate slowness, he comes to stand beside me, the raw desire in his eyes matching the need in my voice.

Without a word, he unbuckles his belt, pulling out his hardened cock. The air crackles with a new tension as he instructs in a voice that drips with dominance, "Spit on it, Scarlette."

Compelled by the magnetic pull of his command, I comply, my saliva glistening on his cock. Ronan's gaze holds mine, his satisfaction evident in his eyes.

"Use it," he commands, guiding my other hand to wrap around his length. The combination of pleasure and control intensifies as he dictates the rhythm, each movement a calculated display of dominance.

My fingers grip him, and I start stroking in a rhythm to match the movements of my hand on my pussy.

He groans. “That’s it, show me how desperate ya are for me cum, how much you wanna cum for me.”

His words fuel the intensity in the situation, the tension building as I synchronize the movements of my hand on his cock with the rhythm of my own pleasure. Ronan grunts in approval, a dark satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.

"Squeeze harder," he orders, the dominance in his voice sending a jolt of submission through me. My grip tightens around him, and he groans again, reveling in the control he has over my pleasure.

As the chorus of our shared moans reaches a peak, Ronan, with a feral look in his eyes, groans deeply as he cums, catching his own release on his fingers.

"Now, binneas," he instructs, his voice low and demanding. "Touch that clit. Cum for me."

The command hangs in the air, and with a mix of obedience and longing, I finally allow my fingers to reach my throbbing clit. Rubbing it in circles before squeezing it. The touch is electric, jolting through me and making me arch harder against the armchair. Ronan watches hungrily as I succumb to the pleasure he orchestrated.

As my climax crashes over me I cry out and Ronan seizes the moment, pushing his cum-covered fingers deep into my mouth. The taste is an unexpected blend of salty and sweet and I moan around his fingers, our sounds echoing through the room.

Ronan, with a predatory satisfaction in his eyes, swiftly puts himself away and holsters the gun. With a smirk, he leans in, his breath brushing against my ear. "Ya put on quite da show, gadaí beag. I enjoyed it. We'll be seein' each other again soon." His words hang in the air, a promise that leaves me both exhilarated and uneasy.

He gives a final lingering look before disappearing into the shadows, leaving me alone in the room with the remnants of our shared intimacy.

And an empty safe.

Chapter 9

Scarlette

“Now dear, if you’re going to have early morning meetings with hot men you need to give an old lady some warning. I haven’t even had time to prepare coffee. Or my face.”

Sue’s words stop me in my tracks as I make my way briskly toward my office. I had been mentally cursing out the Blackstone name and this just seemed to add the proverbial cherry on top of the Christmas cake, so to speak.

I open my mouth to comment but decide against it. The last twenty-four hours put me into a state of annoyance, but it wasn’t fair to take it out on Sue. I needed to take it out on a certain Blackstone, who was apparently conveniently waiting inside my office.

Something must show on my face because her eyes widened in surprise. “I’ll just hold your calls, shall I?”

Flashing her a grateful smile, I continue on toward my office, stepping in and closing the door behind me. The sight before me isn’t what I expected and the words that I mentally prepared on the way die on my tongue.

A boisterous laugh comes from the man currently lounging in my office chair with his feet propped up on my desk. “Ya were expectin’ a different Blackstone?”

I bite back a retort, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "Whatever did I do to draw the attention of all three Blackstone brothers?" I quip in my sweetest voice, though the irritation lingers. Because fuck this shit, they already had their files back. Why were they still bothering with me?

Aiden throws back his head and lets out another laugh. The fact that it shows off the muscles moving in his chest and the long line of his neck and adam's apple just frustrates me more.

He looks back at me with his eyes still twinkling with mischief. “Oh, ya know exactly what ya did, gadaí beag. I’m no’ like me brother, I don’ mince me words or play fancy word games. But let's be honest, even if ya hadn’ taken the detour, we woulda ended up here the moment we crossed paths.”

“I doubt it, I don’t really fit in with blonde models,” I scoff as I resume walking toward where he is occupying my office chair, placing my bag onto the floor beside it and pushing his feet off my desk.

I’m caught off guard when his hands snap forward, gripping my hips. With a swift motion, he jerks me closer until I stand between his spread thighs. The proximity was unnerving.

I’m wearing a black pencil skirt and green satin blouse today and the color only makes the green of his eyes more intense as his gaze trails up the center of my body. Warmth floods me at how he is positioned.

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