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“I thought… I thought we were past that,” I said, though my voice betrayed the nervous anticipation simmering beneath my words.

Ronan smirked faintly, lowering his hands to my waist. “Oh, I haven’t forgotten, love. But I’ve decided you’ve had enough punishment for now.”

Relief swept through me, but it was short-lived. His smirk deepened, and his grip on my waist tightened slightly, pulling me closer until our bodies were nearly flush.

“This isn’t about punishment anymore,” he murmured. “This is about showing you that you’re mine—in every way that wordmeans. Either way though, you’re still going to get a taste of my belt.”

My breath hitched, my hands instinctively gripping his arms as his words settled over me like a spell. There was no mistaking the meaning behind them, no misunderstanding the intent in his gaze.

Before I could respond, his lips captured mine again, this time with a fierceness that left no room for doubt. His kiss was possessive, consuming, a claim as much as it was an expression of everything he hadn’t yet said. I melted against him, my body responding to his touch like it had been waiting for this moment all along.

When he pulled back, his lips curved into a wicked smile. “Go to the bedroom,” he said, his voice dropping into a low, deliberate rumble.

I blinked up at him, my breath coming in shallow gasps. “What?—”

His hand came down on my backside over the fabric of my jeans, hard, the sound echoing in the quiet room as a sting bloomed across my skin. I gasped, my cheeks burning as I stared up at him, a mix of shock and arousal flooding through me.

“You heard me,” he said, his smirk widening slightly. “Go to the bedroom. It’s time for that discussion to finally begin.”

EPILOGUE

Kiera

I didn’t need to be told twice. My cheeks burned, both from the sting of Ronan’s hand on my bottom and the heat of his gaze on my back as I hurried toward the bedroom. My heart hammered in my chest, a mix of anticipation and nerves swirling through me as I stepped inside.

I paused near the foot of the bed, my hands clutching the edge of the duvet as I tried to steady my breathing.

The soft thud of his footsteps behind me made my pulse spike, and I turned my head just enough to see him stepping into the room. His movements were unhurried, deliberate, his gray eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my knees go weak.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice low and rich, sending a shiver down my spine.

He closed the distance between us with an easy grace, his presence filling the room as he stopped just behind me. I felt theheat of him before he touched me, his hand grazing lightly over my hip as he leaned down, his breath brushing my ear.

“You know why you’re here, don’t you?” he murmured.

I nodded, my throat too tight to speak.

“Say it,” he said, his hand sliding down to rest on the curve of my waist.

“I’m here because I’m yours,” I whispered, the words trembling on my lips.

“Exactly,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my neck.

His hands moved with purpose, his fingers brushing the hem of my top before slipping beneath the fabric. The warmth of his touch against my skin made me shiver, and I exhaled shakily as he lifted the shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor.

“Turn around,” he said, his voice a quiet command.

I did as he asked, my cheeks flushing as I stood before him in just my jeans and bra. His gaze roamed over me, dark and intense, taking in every inch of exposed skin.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, his tone softening for just a moment before the smirk returned.

Before I could respond, his hands were on my waistband, deftly unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. The fabric slid down my legs, along with my panties, pooling at my feet, and I stepped out of them, my body humming with a mix of vulnerability and anticipation.

When I looked up, his gaze met mine, a flicker of something deeper in his eyes as he reached for the clasp of my bra.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his fingers making quick work of the clasp. “And tonight, I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

The bra joined the rest of my clothes on the floor, and I stood before him completely bare, my heart racing as his hands brushed over my shoulders, down my arms, and finally settled on my waist.

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