Page 48 of Yours

The silence that followed was deafening, the absence of his hand more overwhelming than the sting it left behind.

“Now, reach back and spread that bright red ass. It’s time I dealt with the naughty little hole I’ve ignored all night.”

I froze as the meaning of his words sank in.

Was he fucking crazy?

I turned to glare at him over my shoulder, my defiance sparking back to life.

As soon as I turned, his palm connected with the curve of my ass, the sting sending a fresh wave of heat across the sensitive skin of my bare cheeks. I let out a choked sound, the harshness of his response catching me off guard, and quickly reached back.

With trembling fingers, I obeyed him and spread myself.

His palm rested against the small of my back, steadying and firm, and I let out a shaky breath as his other hand slid between my thighs. The touch was soft, his fingers tracing along the crease of my pussy, and I bit my lip, willing myself to stay still.

“So fucking wet,” he observed, and I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the touch of his hands between my legs, but it was impossible.

I was too ashamed and aroused to say anything in response.

But Ronan didn’t seem to expect one.

His fingers brushed over the tight rim of my asshole, sending a jolt through me. He kept the touch light, and I shivered under the intimacy of it.

“You have such a pretty ass, love,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “So responsive. So eager.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I whispered, though the words sounded hollow even to me.

He chuckled, the sound curling through the air and settling in the pit of my stomach.

“Oh, love,” he said softly, his tone almost gentle. “I know what you need.”

CHAPTER 16

Ronan

Kiera trembled beneath me, her fingers white-knuckled against her reddened ass, the pink flesh still burning hot. She was beautiful, her burgundy hair falling in a messy curtain over her shoulders, her lips parted as she sucked in shallow breaths.

She was a fucking vision.

My gaze flicked over her, the sight of her bent over the table before me, her body mine for the taking, sending a fresh wave of desire straight to my cock. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes glinted with defiance and uncertainty, her mouth twisted with arousal.

I trailed a finger over her slit, gathering her wetness, and she gasped, the sound echoing in the room. Then I continued backwards until I brushed over the tight rim of her pretty little asshole.

She stiffened instantly, her breath hitching as I traced the edges of her most intimate place.

“Relax, love,” I murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her shoulder. “I won’t hurt you. Not like that.”

She shivered, her chest heaving, but she didn’t protest.

“Good girl,” I said, my lips curving into a faint smile.

I dipped the tip of my finger into her tight hole, slowly working her open. The slickness of her arousal coated my fingers, easing the way, and she moaned softly, her eyes closing as her head dropped forward.

“That’s it,” I said, keeping my voice measured. I pushed into her steadily, watching as she struggled to make peace with the fact that I was pushing my finger right into her tight little hole.

I was gentle. Until I wasn’t.

Suddenly, I pushed the whole way inside her, burying my finger to the knuckle. She gasped, her eyes flying open, and her head jerked up, her spine stiffening as she tensed around me.

---