Page 47 of Deceit

I don’t say anything, instead nodding my head, as I continue to push myself through the water. He doesn’t speak for several moments, until I hear the water slosh. Before I can fully turn around, two strong arms wrap around me, pushing me towards the wall as I’m being spun in his arms to face him. His chest is bare, his polo abandoned on the side of the pool along with his shorts, leaving him only in his boxers.

Instinctively, my legs wrap around his torso. One of his hands slides to hold the underside of my thigh and keep me afloat. Concern is etched into his every feature as his eyes scan my face.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

I shake my head and begin to tell him how fine I am, because I am. I’m totally fine. He doesn’t give me the chance to do so, though. Instead, his hand pinches the fleshy part of my thigh, causing me to yelp in surprise as he speaks again.

“Never lie to me, Skyla. If this is going to work between us, we have to be one-hundred percent honest with each other.”

My words pause on the tip of my tongue, hesitant to sound as insecure and rejected as I feel because I recognize how irrational I’m being.

“I just thought you were going to come over last night. When you didn’t, I guess I started to wonder if you were already over this…thing between us—”

“Never,” he cuts off with a shake of his head, before he reaches up, removing my goggles so he can look into my eyes as he speaks. “I could never and will never get over you, Skyla. I’m already fucking sunk. My life is literally on the line here, yours too, but I’m here. I’m thinking about you in ways I shouldn’t, holding you like you’re mine to keep. I can honestly say that I don’t see a reality where you won’t be my every moment’s desire.”

My chest clenches at his words, at the longing in his eyes, the desperation in his tone. We’ve been dealt an extremely unfair hand. That much is for sure but, despite all of the obstacles we face, and will no doubt continue to face, he still wants…me? I feel stupid for being so irrational, for assuming he could carelessly toss me to the side without a second thought. He’s not like that and I know it. I just… I have abandonment issues, okay?

“I’m sorry I didn’t come last night. I should have called you or at least texted. I didn’t have a great end to my night, and I didn’t want to bring you down with me.”

I furrow my brows at that. “Is everything okay? Did you have a fight with your brother?”

He shakes his head as his hand cups my face.

“Everything is fine. I missed you,” he says, before leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine. As pathetic as it sounds, one touch from his lips and everything seems to slip away.Until it’s just us. Our mouths move together so flawlessly, so effortlessly, it has my body practically melting into his hold.

His lips move from my own to my cheek, peppering softly against my skin as I speak.

“I waited for you for hours. I was wearing this new silk nightgown that I wanted you to see.”

He hums against my skin as I feel his tongue dart out against the sensitive flesh behind my ear.

“Tell me about it.”

I swallow shakily as he begins leaving a smattering of kisses against my neck, settling at the sensitive junction, his tongue tracing patterns while his lips follow smoothly.

“It’s white,” I say softly, my voice raising slightly when he begins sucking at my skin. “And short,” I gasp as he does it again. “A-and soft, so soft,” I say at the start of a moan.

“Fuck,” he grumbles against my skin. “I’m going to see you in that. Soon,” he finishes, before releasing my neck with an audible pop.

I jolt at the feeling as he looks down at my neck, smirking to himself as his thumb brushes against the freshly marred skin.

“What?” I ask.

His tongue wets his lower lip as he shakes his head.

“I just love seeing you marked by me. I wish it could last forever.”

“Marked by…” I trail off before my eyes widen. “Ronan! Did you give me a hickey?”

That devilish smirk spreads as he presses a soft kiss to my lips.

“Absolutely, and now that I know how beautiful you look marked by me, you’ll be wearing more from now on. A lot more.”

My alarm goes off, reminding me I need to get back to my dorm to shower, change and get to class. We both groan in frustration as Ronan grinds me against his hard cock through his boxers.

“What are the chances I can get you to skip your first class?” he asks as he grinds me against him again, forcing a ragged breath to escape me as he does.

“The same chances of my father coming down here, demanding why I skipped a class. It wouldn’t be a good look for a Parris,” I mock in my father’s condescending tone.

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