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I wonder if he’s okay. I never cared before, so why now?

I just do, that’s normal!

I can’t take my mind off the way he touched me, how he kissed me. The softness of his mouth and the moan that poured from me. Every dry thrust he returned, hitting my sensitive spot I need touched again, badly. I know it’s been weeks since that moment, but it still invades my mind, staining it like a tattoo.

A throbbing sensation tingles on my clit. My nipples harden, thinking of when he lifted me, grinding into my pussy with his thick cock.

My fingers glide up my waist, the tiny stimulation heightened from the liquid resting in my streams. I land on my nipple, my breath becoming harder. I give it a pinch; another spark shoots through my body, landing right below my thighs. I spread my legs, dipping my fingers into the panties and digging the fabric into my hot wetness. Letting his old semen coat my pussy. This is as close to him as I’m going to get.

I let out a moan, my back arching off the bed. I imagine Ronan kissing me, then tearing off my shirt and diving to my breasts, licking and sucking my hard nipples. I fuck myself slowly, rubbing my pussy and making sure my panties stay in contact. Happy with the lather of his cum and my arousal, I push the panties to the side and dip my fingers in, my head presses into the plush pillows as my moans pours out into the air. I guess for one night I can let down the walls.

And think about the only man that can ever make me feel this way.

Chapter 39

Ronan

Sweet sounds; melody nights

I’m exhausted. Lucky for us, we got shit done. We arrived at the location; it’s smack in the center of where all the traffic is during rush hour. It’s wide and abnormally tall for a two-story building. Grand steps lead to the entrance.

Since we got there at a late hour, no one was outside; the busy street alongside the building is filled with vehicles honking. The goal was to look for cameras, find the back entrance, and other exits—just in case. We couldn’t break in because Bedford informed us that the building is heavily outfitted with security monitors. One malfunction in the alarm and the entire building sounds off an excruciating siren, signaling anyone in at least a ten-mile radius.

Slick fucker.

But we placed the eye recognition devices on the back and front entrances and any section of the building that had a door. It’ll automatically notify our devices when it identifies Victor.

We got it done, but my mind was elsewhere.

On her.

It’s been a long a fucking week and few days not seeing her. Living with her means nothing because she’s still never there. And when she is there, that door stays shut.

I've refrained from knocking on her door and interrupting her hiding, despite the temptation. I couldn’t. The temptation will be too strong for me.

Even though I want her. Every part, every inch, every spec.I want it. My body craves it, but the insecurities outweigh the need, and it’s full of my own wretched limitations.

But if I try, maybe I can become wanted inside and out if I allow it.

It’s been a busy week; students are working hard to prepare for Stygian day in a couple of months. It’s for the Rebels that move up a level and become a Riot. I conduct the training along with Mal, Boone, Chris, Red, a few other combat teachers, and the extraction members that teach a certain skill.

I stroll into the hotel room, relieved to rest, but not for long. The thrill of tomorrow’s events excites me too much. The image of his face paling as I shove my gun so far into his chest cavity is a joy similar to getting a Christmas gift.

I keep the lights in the room dimmed just the way I like it. I remove my coat and then walk to the bathroom to wash my hands before drying them.

I stop in my tracks, my ears bouncing. The sound of my boots hitting the hardwood fills the air, but I hear a soft sound singing from the other side of the wall. My heart skips a beat as I walk closer to it. The closer I get to the sensual melody, the more I understand it’s not justanysound. It’s a sound I’ve heard before. The one that vibrated against my mouth as I nearly ruined her on the wall. The one I dream of.

My heart thumps against my rib cage, my head throbbing to get closer. To see it.

What if she’s fucking another man over there? An unsettling ping shoots through my heart at the thought. I’m not sure how I’ll react.

I might just kill him.

No. Who am I kidding? Iwillkill him. I will end his fucking life, tearing him limb from artery, bone from muscle. I’ll force her to watch so she’ll know to never let anyone else touch her again. I’ll lose all sense of reality and will do what I vowed not to do. All for her, and I’ll do it if that means not having some otherthingtouch her.

I continue, preparing myself for anything. Our doors are adjacent, so one pull, and I’m right in her room.

Placing my hand on the knob and giving it a twist. I peek open, instantly getting hit with a light gust of chilled air.

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