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CHAPTER 26

Kiera

I walked down the hallway like I was heading to the gallows, my bare feet silent against the cool hardwood. Each step felt heavier than the last, my heart thudding hard enough to echo in my ears. Ronan’s words still rang in my head—Go to the bedroom. Sit on the bed. Wait for me.

Yes, sir.

What the hell had possessed me to say something like that to him? The moment the words left my mouth, the look on Ronan’s face—like a predator who’d just scented blood—had sent a hot flush up my neck and straight to my cheeks.

I reached the master bedroom door and hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the handle. My pulse quickened at the thought of what waited for me once I was inside, of what he was going to do.

How I was going to get my ass fucked for the very first time in my life.

I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The room was as immaculate as it had been that morning: cool, clean lines, the sprawling bed perfectly made with crisp white sheets.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, my fingers twisting in my lap as nerves buzzed under my skin. My legs bounced involuntarily as I tried to calm the storm brewing inside me.

This is ridiculous, I thought, pressing my hands down to still the shaking in my knees.You’re not actually going to let him?—

But then I remembered the way he’d grabbed my hair earlier—firm, unyielding, yet not painful. The way his voice had dropped when he’d told me that his cock was going in my ass. My cheeks burned at the memory, and I scowled at myself.

Get it together, Kiera.

Minutes passed. Or maybe it was seconds—it was impossible to tell with the nerves crawling under my skin. My gaze kept darting to the door, half-hoping and half-dreading to hear his footsteps. The waiting was the worst part. It let my imagination run wild with possibilities.

I took a shaky breath and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. How long had it been? Two minutes? Five? It felt like hours. Maybe he’d forgotten about me. Maybe he was just testing me, seeing if I’d actually follow his command?—

And then I heard it.

The sound of his footsteps.

Slow, deliberate, each one louder than the last as he moved down the hallway. My stomach twisted into knots, my breath catching in my throat as the noise grew closer. The faint creak of the floorboards beneath his weight made my skin pricklewith goosebumps, and for a second, I considered bolting for the window or hiding under the bed like a child.

I gripped the edge of the mattress, my fingers digging into the soft fabric as the footsteps stopped just outside the door.

Oh, God.

The handle turned, and the door swung open. He stood there in the doorway, taking up all the space in the world, his dark gray eyes pinning me in place like I was already caught.

He didn’t speak at first. He just stood there, studying me—his gaze drifting from my face to my stiff posture, to the way I clutched at the sheets like they could save me.

I swallowed hard, unable to tear my eyes away from him as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click. The sound felt final, like a lock sliding into place, and I whimpered softly.

I couldn’t breathe. Every inch of me felt like it was buzzing, the anticipation building with every step he took toward me. Was he really going to do it? Was he really going to… fuck me there?

And, more important, why wasn’t I running?

Ronan stopped a few feet away, his expression unreadable as he looked down at me. I felt pinned under his gaze, every nerve in my body alive and on edge.

“Stand up, Kiera,” he said softly, but the command in his tone was impossible to miss.

I froze for a moment, then did as he said, my legs wobbling slightly as I rose to my feet.

Ronan tilted his head, studying me like he could see right through me. Like he already knew how conflicted I felt—how nervous, how confused, how…willing.

“Good girl,” he said again, and the words sent a rush of heat through me that I couldn’t explain.

This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.

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