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Ronan didn’t move, didn’t break his gaze. “Unlock the phone.”

I hesitated, the heaviness of my promise to Leena pressing down on me. But when I glanced up at Ronan, at the sheer power in his stance, at the dangerous calm in his eyes, something inside me cracked.

I didn’t want him to treat me like a bad girl.

Just his fingers in my bottom had hurt. I knew his cock would probably be ten times worse.

With trembling fingers, I reached for the phone in his hand and punched in the code. The lock screen disappeared, and I pulled my hand back quickly, as if touching him any longer would set me on fire.

“There,” I muttered, my voice barely audible.

Ronan didn’t look triumphant. If anything, he looked almost… disappointed, like he’d expected me to fight him harder. He tucked the phone into his pocket, then leaned down until his face was only inches from mine.

“Good girl,” he murmured, though the words held no softness. “But your pretty little bottom is still getting fucked.”

I flinched slightly, my breath hitching as his hand reached out to grab a fistful of my hair. The motion was firm, not painful, but it sent a jolt of unwanted arousal sailing right through me. He tilted my head back just enough to make me look up at him, his grip keeping me in place.

“Is… it going to hurt?” I whispered, the words spilling out before I could stop them.

Ronan’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smirk.

“Yes,” he said softly, his tone calm, but laced with an edge that made me shiver. “It’s going tohurta lot. But we both know you need it to, don’t we?”

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. His words hit a place deep inside me and my core squeezed tight with desire. My skin burned under his gaze, my heart hammering so loudly I thought he might hear it.

“I—” I tried to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear, and I squeezed my eyes shut as he whispered, “You’ve been begging for someone to put you in your place, Kiera. Don’t bother denying it.”

I opened my mouth to protest, to tell him he was wrong, but the words died on my lips because, deep down, a small voice whispered that he wasn’t wrong at all.

And he knew it.

Ronan’s grip on my hair loosened, but he didn’t let go entirely. He straightened slightly, his gaze still locked on mine.

“Get ready, love. Because once I’m done with you, you’ll think twice before keeping secrets from me again.”

My cheeks flamed, and my stomach twisted with a mixture of fear, anger, and something else—something darker, hotter. I looked away, refusing to meet his eyes, but my pulse betrayed me, thrumming wildly beneath my skin.

I hated him for saying it. Hated him for being right.

And I hated myself for the way I felt, sitting there, waiting for whatever came next.

Forwantingwhatever came next.

CHAPTER 25

Ronan

Kiera sat quietly on the couch, chewing her lip, her hands twisting nervously in her lap. Her phone sat heavy in the palm of my hand, and I didn’t waste any time as I scrolled through the call history.

The last outgoing number was one I didn’t recognize. A burner phone, no doubt. It had to be Leena. I pressed call, holding the phone to my ear as I turned my back to Kiera, bracing myself for the headache I knew this was about to become.

The line rang twice before a familiar voice crackled through. “Kiera?”

I felt my jaw tighten. “Not Kiera,” I said, my voice low, clipped.

There was silence on the other end, then a quick intake of breath. “Ronan?”

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