Page 25 of Yours

The kitchen was equally stunning, with marble countertops, custom cabinetry in a deep emerald green, and copper accents that gleamed under the warm lighting. A small vase of fresh flowers sat on the island, their cheerful yellow blooms adding a surprising touch of warmth to the otherwise polished space.

I took a hesitant step inside, my bare feet sinking into the soft rug as I glanced around. It was nothing like I’d expected.

“You like it,” Ronan said, his voice breaking the silence.

I turned to him, startled, and found him watching me with that same unreadable expression.

“It’s…” I hesitated, searching for the right words. “It’s not what I thought it would be.”

His lips curved into a faint smirk as he stepped past me, his presence as commanding as ever. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

My gaze flicked back to the windows and the sprawling cityscape beyond. His words echoed in my mind again and I glanced back at him, only to catch him staring at me.

“Normally, I’d say you were compensating for something…” I began, wanting to get in a dig, but my voice trailed off almost immediately when I realized my mistake, that he wasn’t compensating for anything at all.

His cock was just as big as a man like him should have.

My pussy clenched tight.

He chuckled knowingly.

“I am compensating for something, love, but it’s not what you’d expect,” he finally replied.

“What do you mean?” I couldn’t stop myself.

“Girls have said that before, but I’m not compensating for the size of my cock. I’m compensating for how rough and hard I take them and how sore and satisfied they are after I’m through with them.”

I turned away, trying to feign disgust when a frisson of abject arousal pierced right through me.

“Get down on your knees, love. Thank me properly for taking care of you. If you impress me, the rest of your punishmentwon’t be as harsh. If you don’t, well, then I’ll make sure that you’ll regret it.”

I didn’t move, the shock of his words sending a chill down my spine. I wasn’t expecting him to say something like that, so casual and direct. He wasn’t playing a game anymore—he wasn’t just pushing the boundaries, he was shattering them.

“Now,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

My pulse raced as I slowly sank to my knees. The carpet was soft against my bare skin, and I was thankful for the briefest of moments that he hadn’t made me kneel on the tiled kitchen floor.

Seriously? What the fuck was wrong with me? I couldn’t be grateful for being made to get down on my knees just so he could make me suck his cock.

I looked up at him, his dark eyes fixed on mine as he unbuttoned his shirt, the fabric parting to reveal his toned, sculpted chest. He shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor before he moved his fingers to his slacks, unbuttoning them and pulling his zipper down.

His cock popped free, just as hard as before.

This time, in the full light of his penthouse, I really got the full picture of the size of it.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

It was big. Bigger than I’d ever seen. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip, and I hated that my mouth watered at the sight of it. The gentle curve of his dick made my pussy clench as my mind raced, thoughts of him sinking inside me and hitting my g-spot just right taking me by storm.

This couldn’t be happening.

It couldn’t be.

“You don’t get to tell me no, love. Open that smart mouth of yours. Now,” he growled, his voice sending a shiver racing down my spine.

“Ronan—”

His dark eyes flashed, his expression tightening, his threats silent. His hand dropped to his belt and immediately, I opened my mouth.

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