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“Get on your knees, Skyla,” he commands, a soft lilt to his otherwise demanding tone.

Slowly, I sink to my knees between his legs as his hand comes to the back of my head, winding my hair around his fist as he brings me closer. My mouth begins to water as my stomach turns nervously. I do my best to remain confident, but I can’t deny that I’m terrified I’ll be a disappointment.

A man like this, an Olympian, has obviously been with countless women. What would he want with an inexperienced one like me? The pressure to be the best he’s ever had is intimidating, though it motivates me as I slowly wrap my lips around the head of his cock. My tongue swirls around it before he gently begins pushing me down.

Inch by inch, I take his cock deeper until he’s reached my throat. I gag on instinct, cringing at the sound when Ronan groans.

“Fuck, yes. Gag for me, baby. Let me hear you choke around my cock.”

His words of encouragement spur me on as I do it again, able to get a little further before gagging once more. Ronan’s hands cup my head as he takes over my movements, forcing me up and down over and over again. My gagging has increased, and I feel my eyes water before tears begin streaming down my face. That doesn’t stop him though. He continues using my mouth for his pleasure, pushing deeper and faster until his body locks up and he lets out a strangled groan.

“That’s it. Swallow all of me, baby.”

In the next instant, I feel his cum hit my tongue. It’s warm and slightly salty as I swallow it down. I’ve never tasted cum beforeand if I’m being honest, I thought it was going to taste a lot worse. I actually kind of like it.

Ronan slowly pulls away, leaning against the bleachers behind him before blowing out a ragged breath and closing his eyes. When he opens them, those blue orbs land on me, a satisfied smirk spread across his face.

“You did so good,” he says, holding a hand out for me before pulling me back into his lap.

“Yeah?” I ask shyly, my hair falling into my face as I do.

He nods slowly, pushing my hair away from my face as he rubs the strands between his fingers.

“Oh yeah. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

I feel my cheeks flame as my teeth sink into my bottom lip and I nod. His smirk grows as he drags me in for another breathtaking kiss. His soft lips practically melting against mine before he rests his forehead against my own. I don’t know what the hell we are doing, or where this is going, but I’ve literally never had control over anything in my life, so to hell with it. Though, I know this will all be temporary, I’ll relish every second of it for as long as I can.

Chapter Seventeen

Ronan

There are a lot of things I would rather do on a Thursday than be in a meeting with the Brethren. I’d always rather do almost anything than be anywhere with the Brethren, not like I’d ever say that out loud, though.

I’ve been tempted half a dozen times to get up, move over to the box where they collect our phones before we enter the room. Just to check and see if Skyla has texted me. I feel a little pathetic that at thirty-two, I’m completely gone for a nineteen-year-old. Actually, when I say it like that, I feel downright disgusting.

I’m spacing out as I stare at the large ornate mirror to the side. It practically takes up the entire wall, it’s so tall. It has been here for over two-hundred years, which is pretty remarkable considering its condition.

“Ronan,” Christopher chastises, clearly observant of how little attention I’m paying.

It’s bullshit that I’m even here. None of the other siblings from the Elders have to attend these. The oldest is the only true heir, I’m just spare parts in case someone finally takes him out.

Whoops, did I say finally? Oh well.

The only reason I’m here is because our father insisted. He was the Elder to hold the position as the head of the Brethren, for the longest period of time since its conception. He died six years ago and Christopher was practically salivating for his time to lead us. He couldn’t wait for dad to pass.

My eyes are on him to show that he has my attention, but I don’t speak.

“Robert and I were just discussing your betrothal to his daughter.”

That grips every bit of my attention. I sit up a little higher, my back straightening as my eyes swing to Robert Williams. Annie is a nice girl. Nice enough at least, but I’m not the least bit interested in her. When she showed up to my place the other day, we had a good time until she wanted to fall into bed together. Normally that wouldn’t have been a hardship, she’s gorgeous with perfectly tanned skin, rich chocolate brown hair and legs that go on for miles. Since I first laid eyes on Skyla though, no one has been able to compare. Especially now that she’smine. Yeah, hell no.

“If I can be frank, I’m not sure we are the best match,” I say carefully.

Robert’s eyebrows furrow, while my brother narrows his gaze at me.

“And why is that? Do you have a better one in mind?” Christopher asks.

Yes.

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