Page 58 of Prey

“Why?” I groaned as a cold tear struck my cheek, followed by another one, until I realized that the heavens had opened up and it started to rain.

Ignoring the falling rain and the temperature change, Ronan pulled out again as my body contracted. “Because… I…can,” he hummed, driving his cock hard into me and I tried to tip my head back for relief, but his hands held my head firmly, unmovable.

Caged in Ronan.

The rain fell harder as the water filled my eyes, forcing me to squint. Dribbles ran off his brown hair down his nose, where I detected a light covering of freckles. My finger found the place between his eyes, and I drew a line from his nose to his lips.

“Freckles,” I whispered.

His eyes softened for a moment, hypnotized, until something changed, a shadow cast across his face. He pulled out again and snarled, “I thought you couldn’t see much with your glasses,” before driving into me.

The orgasms struck hard, claiming my body, and yet he growled, digging his fingers into my thighs. “Don’t cum until I say.”

“No,” my body trembled as the rain washed down my face, pummeling my shoulders and wet skull.

He shook me roughly, shoving his hips against my shaking, sensitive body on the edge of purgatory. “Not until I say.”

I clung to his shoulders, holding my breath desperately, trying so hard to stop the rippling while my body was wrapped around his cock.

“I can’t do it,” I breathed as the orgasm possessed me and thundered through my body.

He pulled out and drove into me again, grunting as he offloaded, and I squeezed my eyes tight, depressed that I disappointed him. He loosened his grip on my thighs and let me float in the water before pulling out.

The rain pelted down as cool air brushed over my shoulders, his body heat diminishing as he drifted away from me. When I was brave enough to open my eyes, he was climbing out of the pool, baring all, beautiful toned backside, moving as he grabbed his clothes, lying wet in the rain.

Once he was clothed, he looked back at me beneath streaming rain. “I’ll drive you back to campus,” he offered, stepped to my towel, and opened it for me to be wrapped in.

Feeling self-conscious, I swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out naked as those blue eyes raked over my body again. He then cocooned me in the damp towel. I quickly slipped my wet clothes under the towel while he held my glasses.

As I took my glasses from him, under his curious stare, I cleaned the raindrops off the fake lenses with the towel before slotting them over my nose.

“You’ll need a hot shower when you get back so you don’t catch a cold,” he suggested, and I smiled, feeling the twinge between my legs from his cock and liking it.

But I didn’t like this strange moroseness that had come over us, swallowing every fragment of light or joy that we had before he seduced me. He seemed disappointed in me. Why? Just because I didn’t cum when he wanted me to.

He walked ahead of me on the carved forest path as my feet dragged behind, wondering if it would be better and more comfortable if I took the bus back to campus. But he was right. Wandering around in wet clothes wasn’t healthy.

He led me to a shiny dark blue SUV, opened the door for me, and climbed in, inhaling the scent of his cologne.

“You must be well-paid at Savile,” I said, then wanted to swallow my words, worried that I might offend him.

“I do,” he replied. “The Big Boss, as you call him, looks after me very well.”

It was an hour-long drive back to campus, and we were mostly silent, steeped in a melancholy that I didn’t understand. I tried to start a conversation to cool the intensity in the small space, but he seemed distracted.

“Thanks for the ride,” I said, so pleased to get out of that suffocating space and away from his discontent in me.

He barely replied as I shut the door and ran inside past three of my roommates sitting on the benches out the front, taking great interest in the SUV. When I grazed past them and hunted through my bag for my keycard, I was pleased that it was raining so nobody could detect my tears.

28

Freddie,” I clicked my fingers to garner immediate attention as he was directing the dancers rehearsing on stage. I brought some paperwork down to the bar area and pulled up a chair at a round table at the back of the gallery.

Freddie stormed over, looking pent-up as if expecting me to scold him. “The blond, third, along with short hair. Bring her here.”

“Bridget?” he inquired, frowning, showing the strain around his eyes.

“I’m not interested in her name; just bring her here, Freddie,” I stated firmly. Then, I glanced at my Rolex, wondering where Ronan was.

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