Page 79 of Demise

I make quick work of jogging down the stairs to the gardens, entering the maze as I begin weaving in and out of the pathways until I find her. My heart practically seizes in my chest when Isee her sitting on the ledge of the fountain; her head hung low, and the soft whimpers of her cries hanging in the night air.

Her head whips up when she hears my footsteps, quickly wiping away her tears as she sniffs.

“What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you,” I say as I come to sit beside her, giving her enough space but allowing myself to be close enough that she could reach me if she wanted to.

“This is your engagement party, Ronan. You should be inside with your fiancée,” she says bitterly.

I nod. “If I remember correctly, you and I seem to have a habit of spending engagement parties in the gardens instead.”

Her mouth twitches in what could be a smile or a frown, I’m not too sure, before she shakes her head.

“Just go. Please. I can’t be in there, smiling like I’m alright. Watching her dig her fucking claws into you, kissing her. Do you have any idea what that did to me?” she chokes out, clearly holding back a sob as she does.

I swallow roughly, my hands aching to reach for her.

“I’m sorry, baby. I never want to hurt you. We all have a part to play here. Trust me, I’d rather spend any amount of time with anyone else. She’s vile and conniving and—”

“Your future wife. You’ll be married soon and have vile and conniving babies,” she finishes.

I grimace at that and shake my head.

“I don’t want that,” I say lowly.

“You don’t have a choice, though, right? ‘We all have a part to play,’” she says, using air quotes as she does.

“If I could do something, anything, you know I would, right?” I ask.

She’s silent, and it fills me with an insurmountable level of panic.

“Baby,” I say as I reach for her hand, gripping it like she’ll be ripped away from me any minute. “Please, believe me.”

“I believe you,” she says, her voice soft and thick with tears. “It doesn’t change anything, though. I’ve lost you, and I…I just…I—”

A growl tears through my chest, anger and pain mixing inside me as I yank her over to me. She barely has enough time to catch herself, her legs forced to straddle me as my hand goes up her dress, bunching it up around her hips.

“Ronan,” she gasps as I pull my cock out through my slacks and push her panties to the side before sliding into her.

Her moan is louder than it should be, but I thrust into her deeper, craving another.

“Ohhh,” she shouts, as I do it again and again, savagely fucking her as rough as I can.

“You haven’t lost me. I haven’t lost you. You can’t quit me, baby. You understand? You’re mine, and I’m yours. We will never not belong to one another, okay?” I punctuate with another sharp thrust.

“Fuckkk,” she moans.

“She doesn’t mean shit. You’re everything, Skyla, absolutely fucking everything,” I groan as her pussy pulses around me.

“I hate her,” she cries, a tear rolling down her cheeks as she bounces on my cock.

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

“You’re mine. She can’t have you,” she moans as her eyes come to mine.

“She never will,” I promise. “Not in a way that counts. Not in the way you do.”

She nods her head, milking the cum out of me with her groans and whimpers.

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