Page 17 of The Chief's Captive

"I could remind you of what I do so well. The night I had your toes curling… Don't you remember that?"

She looks up at me and then away quickly. This conversation did a complete one-eighty, from her begging me to go home to her flustered body giving me all the signs that she wants me. She sits there squirming and trying not to look at me, but I can tell she really wants to.

"Is that what I can do to convince you that you belong here in my bed and on my arm? You want to fuck me, Maeve?" I reach up and loosen my tie, and her eyes watch the movement as she bites her lip unconsciously. So fucking sexy.

"We didn’t end on such a good note last time." I tap the tips of my pointer fingers together and grin at her. "Didn't you like the chemistry we shared? Do you want to see what it's like to enjoy every second of that without the bickering at the end?"

She glances over her shoulder and looks back at me with hungry eyes. "We're in the fucking dining room. I'm not going to fuck you." She swallows hard. I can see her fighting her own arousal. I'm certain if she stood up and moved a little, I'd smell her arousal.

"I'm not a monster, Maeve. I think you know that. I think you like it. I think you're fighting yourself and you really want my dick." This is new for me—having to convince a woman to climb on my lap and ride me. They all throw themselves at me. This thrill of the chase is making my cock so hard it feels like it will split open.

"Come… sit on my lap. My staff won't interrupt us. Indulge yourself a little."

As if my voice had some sort of hypnotic power, she glances over her shoulder again and stands. She can't help herself. She's putty in my hands because deep down, she knows she does belong to me. I have this sway over her body. I make it feel things. It's not new to me. It happens to a lot of women, if not most. I've just never had to convince one that they're really feeling it.

"That's it, come to me," I coax, holding out my hand.

"Just because I fuck you doesn't mean I want you. And it doesn’t mean I want to stay."

Maeve toes off her shoes and walks toward me. The white shift she wears hugs her curves, but I want to see her bared for me. She's too irresistible.

"Take it off," I say, jerking my chin upward.

She scowls and looks around again, but her fingers begin inching the cotton fabric higher. She bunches the skirt up around her waist and then pulls it up over her head. Then she stands in front of me, a vision of beauty. And how can I not enjoy this?

"Now the bra," I order, and as she scowls at me, I begin unbuttoning my pants. Her eyes trace my movement, and if I didn't know better, I'd have said she was drooling.

I pull my cock out and stroke it slowly, and she blinks a few times. But she follows my orders, reaching behind her back to undo her bra clasp. Her nipples are rock hard when the material falls away, and she's left bare before me. Her tits are perfect, perky and high, and I could blow just beating off to how fucking sexy she is.

"Now the panties," I tell her, and I feel the moisture on the tip of my dick. She gets me going so quickly.

Her fingers sneak into the waistband of her panties and begin pushing lower, and I know this is going to be a moment to remember.

12

MAEVE

My panties drop to the floor, and Ronan’s eyes don’t follow them. He has a way of pushing my buttons that makes it impossible for me to resist him. He gets under my skin, makes me so turned on, I can’t tell him no.

“Come,” he orders, and like a well-trained dog, I walk toward him. He sits on his chair stroking himself, angled slightly so his knees aren’t under the dining table, and I stand next to him. I reach for his hair and weave my hand through it while his fingers trace the curve of my hip and settle on my hip bone.

“You want to show me what I missed out on because we argued last time? So do it…” I don’t even know what I’m saying. I’m an idiot. This man is a maniac and a murderer. He may have a soft side, which I can’t deny I’m surprised and pleased by, but he kills people and probably deals drugs and weapons.

Ronan’s hand squeezes my hip as he guides me toward himself. I lift a leg and straddle him, lowering slowly onto his lap. His hand leaves his own cock and cups my breast, kneading it. He lets out a soft groan of pleasure as my wet folds slide across his girth. I love the way his eyes drink me in, as if I’m the sweetest wine orthe most expensive Scotch. In this moment, I’m the only thing he’s thinking of, and I have power over him. Even if he won’t admit it.

I work to loosen and remove his tie, then I unbutton his shirt as he grips my hips and moves them back and forth across his lap. His zipper rubs along my sensitive skin, making me wince, but his eyes only grow darker and his thumbs dig into my hip bones.

When his chest is bare, I trace the Celtic knot on his skin with my finger. I’ve seen it so many places. I never knew it was his family crest until I saw it here in his house. Hidden within it, so small you can only see it up closer, are the words “An Tìr, An Clann, An T-Òrdugh.” My Gaelic isn’t great, but I think it means, The Land, The Family, The Order. It’s fitting.

“What does it mean to you?” I ask, my voice a whisper as Ronan grinds his hips against me.

“Everything,” he growls, and then his lips are on mine, and I can’t think about anything else but the way he makes me feel.

Heat pools between my legs as his grip tightens on my hips, guiding me back and forth on his hard length. I moan into his mouth, my nails digging into his shoulders. He’s not even in me and he has me whimpering with pleasure.

“That’s right,mo chridh,” he mumbles against my neck, his accent thickening. “You’re mine.”

Ronan’s hands travel up my sides, and I shiver as his fingertips leave goosebumps in their wake. His fingers lace with mine, and he pulls my arms over his shoulders where I rest them as I begin rocking my hips against him. His lips move along my jawline and down my neck, nipping at my collarbone. My breath hitches in anticipation of what I know is coming next. He knows it toobecause he smirks against my skin before sucking on the spot that makes me quiver.

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