Page 12 of The Chief's Captive

"I'm stuck between this jagged rock and a very hard place. My family ties and the oath I've made to protect my brothers, to lead my organization, require me to uphold certain… standards." His eyes trail across my face and lock on my lips. More specifically, the corner of my mouth. His hand reaches out, and his thumb drags across the edge of my lip, wiping something away, some bit of food I've neglected.

"But I am trustworthy. I saved your life. I can keep a secret. I just want to go home." I shudder as his hand remains on my face, now cupping my cheek. He isn't shy about the way he looks at me or touches me. He really does believe I'm his—whether an object or something he cares for, I'm not sure.

"I have no doubt in my mind that you're trustworthy, Maeve, but the choice isn’t mine to make. You understand, my brothers would make the choice for me, and if I fail, they'll remove me as well." He's speaking, but his words are becoming obscure, more of a drone of sound to my ears.

Ronan scoots closer on the bed, magnetized by the warmth spreading across my skin at his touch. He's good. He's reallygood. He's got this powerful, enigmatic leader aura around him that feels hypnotizing. I'm not even hating his touch at all. In fact, I like it. I like that this man who is chief of the most powerful criminal family in the dark underworld of Dublin is touching me, focusing his energy and emotion on me.

"But… I have a life…" I breathe out, and my protest is weak. I know that.

My eyes drop to his lips, and I know I'm going to cave in and do something I'll regret, but he's so attractive. The thrill of electricity across my skin as my body becomes aroused is something I have always had a difficult time fighting against. Besides, just because I fuck him doesn't mean I agree with him. Right?

And maybe if I just give in and sleep with him, it doesn't mean I have to stay. Maybe it will give him a sense of safety with me, prove to him somehow that I can be like his men who live their own lives, in their own houses.

"This is the life, Maeve," he rumbles, and I suck in a breath as he closes the gap between us. This wasn't what I planned. It isn't necessarily what I want, but I succumb to the chemistry between us and allow his lips to brush over mine—softly at first. Then he deepens the kiss, parting my lips and hungrily searching my mouth with his tongue.

His fingers curl around the back of my neck and pull me toward him, which makes my head arch back and my mouth open farther, and my hand rests on his chest, pushing slightly against him, but not enough to show my hesitation. Resist him and end up angering him? Then what? He takes me anyway? Or just cave in and indulge myself for a moment… Will I really be his if I do that?

"Fuck, you drive me wild. I've been looking forward to this since the night in your bathtub…" His growl against my lips reminds me of when I washed him clean. His dick was so hard, it stood up out of the soapy, filthy water.

Some women would be highly aroused that a man got turned on by them. I'm not sure what to think. He was dying. I was doing my job. His men were holding me at gunpoint, and even now, I'm his prisoner. The chief's captive… and I'm letting him touch me now, my body preparing to fuck him.

"I…" I push against his chest now, not so certain I want this anymore, but when his hand slides from my face down across my body to my groin and he rubs, it makes me tense with desire. I’m wet. I can feel the moisture there, puddled in my panties, my pussy throbbing for his touch.

"You what, Maeve? You want me too, don't you?" he whispers against my ear, and I shiver, my body betraying me.

"No, I…"

"Liar," he growls before biting my earlobe, his fingers delving inside the waistband of my leggings and finding my wetness, and I moan so loudly. "You were made for me, Maeve. To belong to me."

"Ronan, I…" His name leaves my lips on a moan as he circles my clit with his fingertips before sliding two digits inside me, stretching me. "Fuck." I bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. I don't want anyone to hear us, but his touch… it's addictive, and I’m hooked already.

"Mmm," he purrs against my neck, sucking and nibbling on the delicate skin there. "You like that? You're so wet for me, Maeve.So wet and ready." He growls against my ear, his fingers sliding in and out of me.

I grind my hips against his palm and whimper, and it only makes him chuckle darkly in my ear. I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t want this. I should fight him and demand to go home, but I’m a fucking puddle on his bed, prostituting myself out for pleasure, and he’s getting off on this, the power he has over me.

"Ronan, please… oh, fuck," I moan as he hits my G-spot, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through me. My back arches and my toes curl.

“That’s it, sweetheart… See? I’m not all bad.” His growl sends shockwaves through every cell in my body. I grip his forearm and ride his palm, my pussy smearing juices all over his hand. My eyes open, and I see the predator hunting me, stalking my soul with every thrust. I’m on the edge, and he loves it.

“I… Ronan, I’m gonna…” My voice is breathless as he thrusts his fingers deeper, hitting that sweet spot again, and I fall apart in his arms.

“That’s it baby, come for me.” His voice is hoarse in my ear as my orgasm rocks through me. My body convulses around his invading digits and my juices soak his hand. I clench, and he growls. His other arm curls around my waist, and he rolls over, still finger fucking me until I’m straddling him. I’m shuddering, coming undone, and he’s soaking up my weakness like a sponge.

“Fuck… Ronan.” I pant and collapse against him, my chest heaving.

He chuckles darkly before removing his hand, and I whine in protest. “Oh, no, Maeve. That’s just a taste…” His words rumble through my body, and I feel him shoving my leggings down. Idon’t get a say. He’s violent, tearing them off, then removing my sweater. I’m giddy, limp from orgasm, and unable to protest. He rolls me again, dumping me on the bed naked, then he stands and strips his clothing off.

I lie on my stomach, letting the weight of relaxation take me, until I feel a firm smack to my ass. It jolts me out of my afterglow, and I yelp in pain. I feel the bed shake as he mounts it, then me. His heat presses against me from hips to shoulders. His teeth sink into my neck from behind, and his weight is crushing.

“I told you you’d be mine, and now I’m going to make it official,” he says. His cock is hard, grinding against the back of my thigh as he slides both hands under me and grips my tits hard. His squeezes are painful, but erotic. I grind my hips upward into his, suddenly wanting more. My body is so turned on by this, by him. I hate myself.

“Ro…” I whimper as he lifts his hips and his dick slides down through my juices. He thrusts a few times, slipping up and down my wet crack, and I push my hand under my body and find his length, guiding him into my hot entrance.

“Shit…” He grunts, and inch by inch, my pussy swallows him. “Fuck…” He grunts again as he bottoms out, and I moan.

“Oh, God…” I moan as his thick cock stretches me. He’s so much bigger than the vibrators I’m used to, but it feels so good.

“I’m going to destroy this pussy,” he growls in my ear as he starts rocking into me. In and out, he pushes and pulls, his hands squeezing my tits harder and harder until I'm moaning in painful pleasure and my pussy is gripping him tighter and tighter.

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