Page 30 of The Chief's Captive

"Yeah, I'm alright," I tell him, and he takes my hand. He guides me first to the liquor cabinet where he pours me a glass, then takes the bottle into his hand. I down my glass in one gulp, and he holds the bottle up as if offering more, but I wave him away. Drinking while pregnant is a horrible idea. I just need something to take the edge off.

He nods as I set the glass down, then he tips the bottle to his lips and drinks. He drinks long and hard. This is a man who has just been shot and doctored, seventeen stitches in all without so much as a whimper of pain, and this is how he soothes that beast inside. The bottle is a third of the way gone when he sets it down and sighs.

"Let's clean up…"

Ronan leads me to his bathroom where he kisses me softly. His hands linger on my face, and he uses his thumbs to brush away my tears. Then he undresses me slowly, removing all my clothing one piece at a time. I didn’t realize how much blood I got on myself, but it's bad. I need a wash for sure.

Then he starts the shower and directs me into it. When I stand under the flow watching the water at my feet become red, he undresses. I think of the child in my womb and what I should say to him. He came close to dying again tonight, and what would he think if he knew he had an heir? Would it make him be more careful so he could raise his child to take his place? Would it mean he stayed out of harm's way?

Ronan steps into the shower with me, and I look up at him. His body is still caked in blood, so I let him stand under the water and suds the bar of soap on his belly before sliding it over his chest to remove the stains. It washes away the crimson from my skin too, and he admires my curves with his eyes, but he doesn’t touch me.

"Tell me what you're thinking…" His hand catches my wrist, and he removes the soap from my grasp.

I look into his eyes and feel sadness swell in my chest at the thought of him dying. As much as I want to hate everything that he is and stands for, I can't. My child needs a father. I need a man to stand by my side. And for whatever ungodly reason, I want this man.

"I'm scared that you almost died. That I almost lost you." Tears well up, and he smiles sadly.

"Because you know what I've been saying is true. I want you in my life, Maeve, and I want to show you how good life can be with me." He guides my hand up over his shoulder, and I let him set the soap to the side.

"I'm scared… of what it means." Giving in and loving him is the last thing I should do, but my God, I'm so sick of fighting what I feel. I want to feel comfort now.

"I'll protect you." He pulls my body against his, and the water warms me as it washes away the soap. His lips crash into mine, his tongue dancing over my teeth and into my mouth. I give myself to him freely now, not ashamed to admit I want him.

"I want you," I breathe against his lips, my nipples hardening with each passing second. And what I can’t say is that it isn’t just for sex. I really want him. All of him.

His hands run down my back, fingertips dancing over my spine before he squeezes my ass. “It’s about time,” he growls, and I know he understands what I mean. I feel him swelling against my thigh as his fingers creep around my ass cheek. He grips me hard and bites my lip. I try my hardest not to touch his fresh wound as I paw at his body and pull him against me. The ache to have him inside me is so painful all at once that I’m whimpering.

“You want me to stop?” he asks, teasingly nibbling his way down my neck. “I can stop.”

His hand slowly pulls away, and I grip him tighter. “No. Don’t you dare.”

He chuckles, the vibration of it sending shivers down my spine. His cock is now pressed against my sensitive folds, and I whimper in anticipation.

"Tell me what you want, Maeve," he growls softly in my ear, his accent thicker as his arousal increases.

"I want you," I moan. His fingers dance over my entrance, and I arch my back into his touch. "All of you."

"You're going to have me, every inch of me," he growls before he slides inside me. I lift my leg and wrap it around his, and hehooks his hand around my thigh and lifts it higher. His left hand steadies me in the small of my back as he starts thrusting.

“Oh, God,” I moan, returning my lips to kiss his again. His thrusts are slow and purposeful, each one going deeper than the last. He groans against my lips as he sucks on my bottom lip. Every inch of his length makes such pleasurable friction, I whimper and sigh and beg for more.

A moan escapes his lips before he buries them in my neck. I want him to smack me, just like he does, but I know his shoulder hurts. I’m so close, so ready to explode around his cock, but I need that push, that tinge of pain on my skin, the way he makes me feel.

“Fuck, Ro.” I’m choked up, wanting to beg him, stuck in pleasure. I feel frantic for more, desperate to feel his hand on my ass, when he slows and guides my hips backward.

We break the kiss, and his lust gaze makes my body alight again. He lowers my leg to the shower floor and kisses my collar bone, then bites it. His hand grips my tit and kneads it roughly, pinching and twisting my nipple. Then his other hand is on my hip, forcing me to turn around.

“Bend over,” he orders, and this is new.

I splay both palms on the shower wall and bend, offering him entrance from the back side. He grips my hips and bends at the knee slightly to push his dick into my pussy. It’s good, but not as good as it was. Maybe this is better for him? I’m wanting more, but he’s hurt. I try to clench around him, even reach for my clit to rub, but his movements aren’t going to get it for me.

“Fuck me, goddammit,” I whine, and he chuckles again. The close quarters makes his laughter seem maniacal and loud. Hisgrip on my right hip intensifies while he lets go of me with his left.

He backs up, pulling out of me, and then I feel his dick at my ass. In one thrust, he forces himself into my tight hole, and I gasp. Pain and pleasure shoot through my body all at once. He’s huge, stretching me and maybe tearing my ass open, but it’s incredible, especially when he starts thrusting hard. And then he smacks my ass, and I’m on the edge, shuddering.

“You like that? You like it when I fuck your ass and spank you?” he growls, hand smacking me again. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Oh, God, yes,” I moan, my voice breaking as he fucks me harder and harder.

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