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“Good girl,” he said quietly, and the praise hit me harder than it should have, cutting through my embarrassment like a blade.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt him step behind me. His hands returned to my hips, this time hooking into the waistband of my panties. I sucked in a shaky breath as he began to slide them down, the thin fabric brushing against my skin in a way that made me want to curl into myself. I bit my lip hard as they slid past my thighs, pooling on the floor like the rest of my discarded clothes.

“Step out of them,” he ordered again.

I obeyed, my movements stiff, every nerve in my body screaming. I stood there, completely exposed, feeling more vulnerable than I ever had in my life.

For a long moment, Ronan said nothing. I could feel his eyes on me, could feel the heaviness of his gaze dragging over every inch of me. My skin prickled under the intensity of it, and my chest tightened with a thousand different emotions at once—humiliation, anticipation, dread, and an uncontrollable arousal all at the same time.

I heard him step around to face me again, his boots barely making a sound on the carpet. I kept my eyes on the floor, unable to look at him, afraid of what I’d see in his face.

“I’ve been thinking about taking your virgin ass for a very long time, love,” he said softly.

My stomach twisted painfully, and I gulped, trying to steady my breathing as he stepped back, leaving me standing there in the silence of the room—naked, ashamed, and dreading whatever was coming next.

“Ronan,” I gasped.

“You’ll call me sir when you’re being punished,” he corrected, and my cheeks flamed red hot.

Then his fingers brushed under my chin. He tilted my head upward with gentle insistence, forcing me to look at him. My skin prickled at the contact, but I didn’t resist. I couldn’t.

“Look at me, love,” Ronan said softly, his voice calm, steady, like a lifeline cutting through the chaos in my head.

I blinked up at him, meeting his dark gray eyes. The sharpness in them had softened just a fraction and it made my chest tighten.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” he said, his voice low and even, as though he were speaking to a frightened animal. “Do you understand me?”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry, but I nodded faintly. “Okay,” I whispered.

“Your bottom fucking is going to hurt,” Ronan continued, his thumb brushing lightly against my jaw, grounding me with the smallest of touches. “But I will take care of you through everysingle painful moment of it. You’re not alone in this, sweet girl. I’m here.”

His words settled over me like a strange balm, soothing and unsettling all at once. I searched his face, looking for cruelty or malice, but there was none. Only that same quiet authority that left no room for doubt.

“Do you trust me?” he asked softly, his fingers still holding me in place.

I hesitated, my heart thudding so hard I swore he could hear it. Did I trust him? The answer came from somewhere deep inside me, a place I wasn’t ready to admit existed.

“Yes,” I whispered, the word slipping out before I could stop it.

Ronan’s lips curved into the faintest smile—one that wasn’t mocking, but something closer to satisfaction. He let go of my chin, and I missed the steady weight of his touch instantly.

“Now,” he said, his voice returning to that low, commanding tone, “climb up on the bed. On your elbows and knees.”

I froze, my body stiffening at his words. My gaze darted to the massive bed behind me—pristine white sheets, far too big and far too soft for what I knew was about to happen.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, love. You won’t like what happens if I do,” he warned.

The finality in his voice left no room for argument. My throat tightened, but I turned slowly, forcing my legs to move. Each step toward the bed felt heavier than the last, my shame and nervousness dragging at my feet like a pair of ankle weights.

I placed one knee on the mattress, then the other, my heart hammering wildly as I crawled forward. The sheets were cool against my bare skin, the sensation only adding to my overwhelming vulnerability. I hesitated for just a second, glancing over my shoulder at Ronan, who stood there watching me with a gaze so intense it made my stomach flip.

I bit my lip hard, fighting the surge of nerves that had me trembling, and did as he said. I lowered myself down until I was on all fours, my weight resting on my elbows and knees, my bare skin prickling under the cool air. My hair fell around my face like a curtain, shielding me from him, but I could feel his gaze. I could feel the way he watched me—silent, deliberate, taking in every inch of my exposed body.

Taking in my bottom hole…

I squeezed my eyes shut, my breath coming in shallow bursts as I gripped the sheets beneath me.

I didn’t dare look back at him. I stayed exactly where I was, trembling and humiliated and impossibly aroused as I waited for what came next.

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