Page 18 of The Chief's Captive

I arch my back, trying to press myself closer to him, but Ronan reclaimed his grip on my hips, controlling our movements as always. Slowly, he rocks, his cock sliding through my moisture, teasing me. He’s controlled, and each calculated movement is meant to make me crave more.

One thumb reaches for my clit, and I hiss when he presses it. “You’re mine to do with as I please, Maeve, ” he rumbles, and his teeth sink down on my collarbone and then the tender flesh below it.

I whimper, wishing he would just fuck me already, but this is pleasant torture. He’s so ready to claim me again, and I want to prolong it.

“Ronan, please,” I whine, and the smug bastard actually chuckles.

“What do you want me to do, Maeve?” he asks, his hand still lazily stroking my wet core as he teases me with his tip. It’s torture. I don’t want to come like this. I want him in me.

“I… I want you,” I gasp. “Fuck me.”

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, and his teeth graze over the sensitive spot again.

I dig my nails into his shoulders, and he groans in pleasure. “Tell me again.”

“I—” I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I do. “I want you to fuck me.” I’m right on the edge, so close I can sense the orgasm’s first wave, and he takes my nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. I snap, coming apart in convulsions andwaves. I dig my fingers into his shoulders harder, letting him slide my pussy along his length. It isn’t what I thought, but it’s good. I whimper and gasp, and when I’m calm, he kisses my lips again.

This time it’s a hungry kiss, devouring my mouth. He wraps a hand around the back of my head and crushes my lips against his.

“I’ll give you what you want,leanabh,” he growls before he lifts me up, and with one swift movement, he is inside me.

I’m not his baby. I’m just his fuck toy. But I don’t care. “God, yes,” I grunt as he fills me.

Every inch of him is stretching me, and damn if it doesn’t feel good. Ronan’s hands brace on my hips as he slowly begins to move in and out of me. His grip on my waist tightens as he goes faster, and I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming.

“You like that?” he asks, his accent thick with lust and his eyes so dark I can barely make out his irises.

“Yes,” I moan. “I love it.” His cock hits my cervix, and I shudder. And when his hand comes down hard on my ass cheek, I whimper and beg for more. “Again.” The sting of pain makes me clench, and when I clench, he feels larger.

Ronan humors me, spanking me again as he bites down on my nipple. The stinging pain travels straight to my core. His words are like a drug, addictive as he spanks me again and again, each time the stinging more intense than the last, but I don’t care. I love every second of it.

“You want me to come in you?” he growls against my ear. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I gasp as another orgasm builds in my core.

“Say it louder,” he demands, and I know he won’t be satisfied until I submit completely.

“I’m yours!” I scream as my orgasm takes over my body. My muscles contract around him, milking him for all he's worth, and Ronan growls against my skin and grunts. He’s close too, but all I can think about is the roiling ocean of pleasure sucking me in, making me a shuddering mess, until I feel his release inside me warm me through and I know he’s done.

I want to drape myself over his chest and bask in the relaxation permeating every cell in my body, but Ronan kisses me. His lips tease mine, his tongue searching my mouth. And when he pulls away, his hand cradles my face.

"You are a stunning creature, Maeve." His thumb caresses my cheek, and I wonder why he's being so soft, so gentle. He's so different from what I expect him to be in moments like this. It's almost as if he has feelings for me, like I’m not just another whore he's brought home. "There is no woman on this planet who holds a candle to your beauty."

I feel strangely vulnerable and yet deeply connected to him at the same time. I shouldn't feel this way. I should be disgusted by him, by my own desire to be with him. I should hate myself for wanting this, but he makes me feel so good.

"Ro—" I start, but he presses his thumb to my lips and I stop speaking.

"I want you here, Maeve, in my home, under my roof, in my bed, and by my side." His eyes search mine, and goosebumps spread across my arms.

He wants me here? By his side? What does that mean? I'm not interested in a relationship or partnership. I want to go back to being a surgeon, where I belong, and following my dream. So why is my heart flattered by that? I mean, I'm still very adamant that I want to go home, but it feels like he wants this to be my new home.

"Sir," I hear, and I instantly tense. He said no one would come in. He said we were alone. And for a few minutes, we were. I’m stark naked, straddling him on a chair in his dining nook, and his hands are holding me down.

"Ronan," I gasp, and I try getting up, but it's too late. One of his men bursts into the room, and I look down, ashamed. He can only see my back, but I'm mortified.

"Oh, sorry for interrupting. We have Shane…" The man whom I don't recognize stands in the doorway behind me, and my skin crawls.

"Where was he?" Ronan growls. He pushes my hips backward, and his dick, still slightly plump, slides out of me. I feel his cum drip from my body, though he carefully positions me so it drips to the floor, and he zips himself up.

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