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He smirked, his hand never faltering. “Do you want something, Kiera?”

“No,” I blurted out, my cheeks growing infinitely hotter.

He chuckled softly, his grip tightening as his strokes became quicker. “Don’t lie to me, little girl.”

I gulped, torn between the last vestiges of my pride and the overwhelming desire coiling in my gut. “I…”

“Open your legs,” he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

I hesitated, torn between the urge to defy him and the need burning deep inside me. I squeezed my legs even closer together, desperate to hide the arousal coating my thighs.

It would glisten in the faint lights of the streetlamps outside the car.

I turned my head away, ignoring him, but he didn’t let me escape. Not this time.

He leaned closer, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “Don’t make me say it again, Kiera. Not unless you want my belt across that tight little ass next, which I might just do because I want to.”

A shudder raced through me, and I did as I was told, letting my knees fall apart.

The cool air caressed my thighs, and I bit my lip, unable to stop the moan that slipped out.

Ronan’s gaze never left mine, his dark eyes intense and unwavering. His pace quickened, his breath coming faster, and I could feel the tension mounting inside me, like a rubber band about to snap. He let his hand fall to the wayside and cocked his head in my direction before letting his gaze fall between my legs.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. We both knew what he was seeing…

That I was soaking wet.

I swallowed hard, a sudden batch of nerves spiraling through me like a firework.

“Put your hand on my cock.”

My pulse stuttered, and I couldn’t hold back a whimper.

“What?”

He smirked, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. “You heard me. Put your hand on my cock.”

I hesitated, torn between the urge to obey and the desire to hold onto what little remained of my dignity.

“Do it,” he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “You’re edging very close to a very real belting, love.”

My fingers trembled as I reached for him, the heat of his shaft pulsing against my palm. He groaned, low and deep, and the sound sent a thrill racing through me.

I watched, wide-eyed, as he thrust his hips, pushing his hard length into my palm. He was so big, so thick, and I could feel theblood rushing in my ears as the reality of what I was doing sank in.

“Now does it feel like I’m happy?” he asked, his voice dark and poignant.

I nodded my head up and down, my breath catching as he pushed harder, the slickness of his shaft sliding between my fingers.

“Good,” he said, his eyes flashing with something primal and possessive. “Because this is what makes me happy, Kiera. When you’re under my control. When you’re at my mercy.”

My cheeks burned, and I fought the urge to look away.

I couldn’t believe this was happening.

That I was letting it happen.

But what could I do? He had the power here, the control. And deep down, a small part of me knew that I’d let him have it. That whatever happened next, it was exactly what I needed.

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