Page 57 of Prey

“Your boss. The big boss,” I told him as that straying hand found its way to the base of my spine.

“How will he know? I won’t tell him,” his deep voice vibrated against my cheek. “Will you?”

“No. I’m too scared to talk to him,” I confessed, honestly.

All that talk in the kitchen about the ‘big boss,’ even though I knew a lot of it was exaggerated, still, there was a reason why they said those things. Someone said he slit a man’s throat who owed him money and let him die on the road. A waitress warned that he didn’t trust anyone who didn’t look him in the eye and sacked a girl for staring at his shoes because she was too scared to look at his face. Another waitress said that he kept gold fillings of his victims, then melted them down to make rings…okay, that’s probably a lie, I hoped.

“Too scared?” he groaned smoothly. “Stop talking about him.”

His hand moved in between my thighs, and that was enough to pull me out of worrying thoughts about the future of my job and how the big boss would react if he found out.

I sighed as his big hand cupped my pussy, and a finger slipped in. “What are you going to do to me?” I moaned as his thumb tapped on my clit, and I flinched and grabbed his broad shoulders for something to hold on to.

He brought his mouth close to mine, staring down at me with those bright blue eyes, unflinching, determined. “Fuck you. Make you scream.”

“I…” words stolen from my mouth by his simmering lust. “Um.”

Beads of water dotted his eyelashes captivated me as those dangerous words fell from his succulent lips, making the moment almost mystical. Breath graced my lips, mixed with the sprays from the waterfall.

He claimed my mouth again, this time with more vigor, fucking me with his tongue as those fingers moved deeper inside me, and as a natural reaction, I began rolling my hips against him.

“Where’s my selkie,” he hissed as he nibbled along my jaw and neck.

“I don’t know,” I moaned back, wondering if he’s confused me with someone else or if I reminded him of someone. The truthhad a habit of flying out of someone’s mouth in moments of heat and drunkenness.

“You do,” his voice steely as his teeth bit my earlobe and sucked hard as his fingers moved in and out of my sodden core.

“I do?” I replied as the orgasm was brimming, trembling down my thighs to the tips of my toes. Even my fingers were tingling from being enveloped in Ronan. Everywhere I looked, I saw Ronan’s muscular shoulders, Ronan’s strong cheekbones, Ronan’s penetrating stare, Ronan’s chocolate hair swept back. Engulfed in Ronan’s snare, I didn’t want to be freed again.

“You’ll cum when I say,” his voice shuddering down my skin. “Ssselkie.”

“I don’t know who that is,” I cried out as the orgasm was so close I knew I couldn’t stop it.

“Not who,” his fingers pulled out of my pussy as his cock snaked along my stomach. “What.”

“I don’t know what that is,” I corrected my words for him.

His lips pressed against my cheek. “Spread them for me, Ssselkie.”

Buoying on the water, I opened my legs, and his large hands seized my thighs and wrapped them around his lean torso, ramming his cock inside me in one go. I yelped in pleasure as he filled me up but didn’t move. Instead, he claimed my mouth again, kissing me…so long, deep, hungry, so fucking hungry.

After another long-simmering kiss, he moved his hips and pulled out some of the way before ramming back in. I lurched and cried out. “Don’t cum until I say,” his voice turned dark, and the ominous cloud suffocated our summer sun.

He pulled out some of the way again, then drove back into me, slowly, tauntingly, and I yelped, gripping him so tightly, those eyes drilling, watching every ripple on my face.

“Like you did to me, Selkie,” he teased darkly.

He pulled out, then drove into me again, and my mouth gaped as the orgasm took hold of me, filling me up.

“Don’t cum until I say,” he snarled as his fingers dug into the back of my thighs.

“I can’t,” I cried as my skin melted under his touch and my breath hitched. Weak and useless. It’s over. Ronan had ruined me for life.

His big hands seized my cheeks, forcing me to look at him. “Don’t cum until I say.”

“Why are you so mean?” I cried out, sounding so pathetic; even Annika was disappointed in me.

His hips moved out as he kept his hands firmly on my face, then impaled my body, and I gasped, struggling to stall the impending orgasm.

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