Page 33 of Ronan
I lift her up and carry her to the bed, tossing her down so I can see the look in her eyes, the pinch of pain when she lands on her wrists and the desire simmering below the surface.
She was made for this.
“Yourfun,” she repeats. “Why would I care aboutyourfun?”
“Because I’m the one you want to please,” I growl, leaning in so she can see the light blue contacts I put in. “Say you want to please me.”
Her eyes flash. “What if I don’t?”
Rolling her on her stomach, I rip her plain cotton panties off of her body and slap down on her ass. “Then you’ll get more of those... with my belt.”
Her thighs clench as she grunts. “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, baby girl, I would.” I reach out to grab her hair and tug slightly. “Say it.”
Squirming, Atley takes a full five seconds to answer. “No.”
As much as I want to play with my belt, I don’t have the patience right now. That has towait, so I hook my thumb in her ass and tug a little harder until my perfect girl is finally getting in line.
“Fuck, okay,” she gasps, wriggling as I slip my thumb deeper. “I want to please you, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” I praise, releasing her so I take off my jeans. “Then you won’t mind when I use you like a fuck doll.”
Her head hits the mattress as she relaxes. “Will that make you happy?”
“So fucking happy, pretty girl. I’ve been dying to fuck you all day.”
When I shove myself inside of her with no foreplay, I grin at how wet she is.
And the way her body tenses at the intrusion, the way she whimpers? Fuck, it’s better than I expected.
“The mold is bigger.”
It shouldn’t, but the lie makes me laugh. “Yeah?” I pin her down by her neck, my other hand pressing down on her hip so she’s completely trapped and at my mercy. “Does it leave you sore and whimpering too?”
I snap my hips harder, faster, not caring that I didn’t give her body time to adjust.
Hell, she wants to play like that, maybe I’ll have to see how she feels with the mold in her ass and my cock destroying her pussy.
But for now, hearing her try and fail to say something else bratty is good enough.
Stuttering little princess.
“So quiet now, Atley,” I taunt, pulling my mask down so she can feel my teeth on her neck when I bite her.
It’s a risk, she could turn her head at any moment, but she won’t. “You want me to talk more?” she asks. “Cause I can. I can tell you I unfollowed all the masked accounts except one. I can tell you I came without permission earlier, and that you don’t own me yet.”
Fucking brat.
I bite her harder, my cock swelling as I near the edge, but I manage to pull myself back. “I don’t, huh? And why him? Why would you keep Nocturno?”
She gasps, maybe surprised I actually looked — but I wouldn’t have had to. She told me to my face. “It wasn’t specifically him,” she rushes out. “Just a gateway back to all the others when you decided you were done with me.”
“Then you haven’t been paying attention. I’m closer to kidnapping you than beingdone with you. Now tell me you’ll delete him or I’ll have to fuck him up.”
When she doesn’t answer me immediately, I grab a fistful of hair again and tug her hair back as I shove my cock as deep as it’ll go.
“I’ll do it!” she whimpers. “I’ll do it. Fuck, I’ll delete the whole app if you want me to.”
