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My heart skipped a beat.

“Yes,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.

With a soft chuckle, he reached between my legs and pinched my clit hard enough to make me cry out. The pain shot straight to my core, and I would have collapsed if his arm hadn’t snaked around my waist at the same moment.

“The next time you come for me, it’ll be with my cock deep in that tight little ass,” he growled.

Then he smacked my right cheek.

Hard.

I bit back a scream as he landed one more on the opposite side, my hand slipping around his waist as his lips descended to meet mine.

He kissed me just as hard as he’d fucked me.

His lips crashed into mine with the same deliberate force as everything else he did—unrelenting, purposeful, and completely overwhelming. My breath hitched, and for a moment, I forgot everything else: the sting still radiating across my bare ass, the trembling in my thighs, the cum drying on my legs.

He tasted like control, all-consuming and unapologetic, and I couldn’t stop the way my body responded, melting into him despite everything that had just happened between us. His hand slid up my back, fingers curling around the nape of my neck as he deepened the kiss, stealing the breath from my lungs and any semblance of resistance I thought I had left.

I hated him for this—for how easily he unraveled me, for how he managed to turn my anger into something hotter, more dangerous, and completely unrecognizable. But I hated myself more for wanting it. For wanting him. For wantingmore.

My hand slipped around his waist, clutching at him like it might somehow anchor me. He kissed me harder, his teeth catching my lower lip just enough to make me gasp, and when he finally pulled back, I was shaking—not from fear or pain, but from the raw intensity that still lingered between us.

The room felt impossibly quiet, save for the sound of my ragged breathing. I couldn’t meet his eyes, not when I knew what he’d see there. My cheeks burned, and I felt a fresh wave of heat flood me as I forced the words out.

“Thank you for helping me,” I muttered, barely able to hear myself over the pounding of my pulse.

His lips curved into a faint smirk, and his hand lingered on my hip, his thumb brushing lightly over my skin.

“What was that, love?” he asked, cocking his head.

My face burned hotter, and I swallowed hard, my gaze fixed firmly on the floor.

“Thank you, sir,” I murmured, the words feeling foreign and utterly shameful on my tongue.

He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous, and I hated how it made my stomach twist.

“Good girl,” he said simply, his voice carrying the same unshakable authority that had pinned me in place all night. “Now get yourself in the shower and get ready. It’s time I took you out to dinner.”

CHAPTER 11

Kiera

My face was burning as I walked away, still naked and trembling, the heat from our encounter still burning through me. Every step felt heavy, my legs unsteady beneath me, but I didn’t dare look back. Not until I was a few paces away.

Then, as if drawn by some invisible force, I glanced over my shoulder—and instantly regretted it.

Ronan stood where I’d left him, calm and composed, as if the last hour hadn’t fazed him in the least, even though it had completely unraveled me. His broad shoulders seemed impossibly large in the warm glow of the penthouse lighting, the muscles in his arms flexing slightly as he slid his shirt back over his torso. The crisp white fabric clung to him, highlighting the hard planes of his chest and the lean strength beneath.

He moved with deliberate ease, buttoning the shirt from the bottom up, his fingers quick and sure. There was something almost ritualistic about it, the way he tucked the hem neatly intohis slacks before fastening the belt, the leather sliding through the loops with a faint whisper.

I couldn’t stop staring.

The man was infuriating, maddening, and—God help me—utterly captivating. His dark hair was slightly tousled, the faintest shadow of stubble lining his jaw. His gray eyes, sharp and unreadable, flicked up to meet mine just as I realized I’d been caught watching.

My breath hitched, and I turned away quickly, my cheeks burning hotter as I hurried down the hallway.

The walls were a rich, deep gray, accented with warm lighting that gave the space an inviting glow. The hardwood floors beneath my feet were smooth and polished, but all I could think about was the taste of him and myself still lingering on my tongue.

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