Page 16 of Give Me What I Want

Chewing my lip I whispered my pathetic confession. “I don’t know.”

I didn’t know. My body wanted him, that was clear as day. My mind kinda wanted him, I think. I wasn’t sure. He was Ronan. Frustrating, irritating, cocky Ronan. What we were doing wasn’t real. But what he just did was… I couldn’t make heads or tails of it at all.

“That’s a weak-ass answer and you know it,” Ronan said coldly.

“Well, I’m a bit of a mess right now,” I said, glaring at him. “And I wanted to be alone. That’s why I came in here. To be alone, but you couldn’t drop it, could you? Why did you follow me?” I raised my chin, still so small in comparison to him.

He looked down his nose at me. His teeth grinding just above my head, then spat three words back at me. “I don’t know.”

“Weak,” I muttered.

“Fuck you.”

“Why did you kiss me?”

“I don’t—”

“Know? God, you’re a hypocrite.” I shook my head, but he caught my cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, halting the movement and squeezing hard so that my lips popped into a pout.

“At least I’m not a coward.”

“What? Because I’m running away? I’m not being a coward, Ro. I’m being smart.” I yanked my head back, freeing myself from his hold, then turned my back on him. But it was only for a second. A second where I could suck in a shaky breath. Then his huge hand was on the back of my neck, and he was spinning me around to face him.

“No, you’re being stubborn. Why?”

I didn’t pull away this time. Fire was raging through my veins, lighting up every nerve ending, and I was questioning myself in the same way that he was. WhywasI being so stubborn? Why was it such a bad thing to be kissing him? If it lead to more, would the world end? I wasn’t sure.

“I don’t know,” I whispered one more time, and then I screamed it. I screamed those three words in his face as I gave in to what my body was aching for, flinging my arms around his neck as he lifted me and kissed me. Tongues battling, teeth clashing, legs wrapping around his waist, and my messed-up brain went silent.

He threw me down on the bed, then pinned me in place, leaning over me with one hand encasing my wrists while the other desperately shoved my skirt up around my waist and began to tear at my panties, ripping the black lace and making me shriek in protest. I liked those fucking panties.

“Shh,” Ronan commanded, “I’ll buy you a new pair tomorrow.”

I wanted to argue, but he stole the words from my mouth with his brutal lips, the only noise that could escape me was a moan. Deep into his mouth, I moaned as his fingers brushed over my sensitive, needy, pussy.

He smiled against me, his tongue probing me as he brushed gentle fingers up and down. By the fifth repetition, I had stopped moaning and was thrashing in his hold, a frustrated growl leaving me. He stopped kissing me, raising his head to smirk down at me, but I wasn’t having it. I wasn’t taking him teasing me like that. I was soaked and ready. And he was dangerously close to just pissing me off.

“Stop playing and fucking do something,” I hissed.

He rolled his tongue and barked a laugh, then flopped onto his back beside me, his head landing on my favourite pillow. He closed his eyes, and I inhaled slowly, preparing to kick him out and sort myself out alone. The reality of what I was doing was starting to sink in, and I needed to get off before it took over and left me spiralling.

I glared at him, my jaw grinding as I took in the pure, free amusement in his eyes as he slowly opened them.

“If you’re going to just lay there you can get o—”

“Get on,” he instructed, cutting me off before I could tell him to fuck off.

I stared at him, dumbfounded, for a minute, then dropped my gaze to the zipper of his jeans, frowning slightly, then reaching for it.

“Nuh uh.” He shook his head, his lips curving up. “Up here.” He pointed to his face, then closed his eyes once more.

I hesitated, my head spinning, but then he began to count down, putting a goddamn time limit on my chance at getting to come all over his smug, stupid face. It was a chance I couldn’t miss. I had never been shy with any of my bandmates in the past, and sure, this was seriously different from any other situation I had been in with any of them, but I wasn’t going to start blushing and shying away now. So I climbed on, facing away from him, and lifted my skirt. I hovered just above him, far enough to make him do the work, but close enough to feel his warm breath feather over me. He sighed, then grasped my thighs and licked me, tongue sliding from clit to ass-hole and back again.

“Ro-bear, don’t tease,” I warned.

“Don’t call me Ro-bear while I’m eating your pussy, Queenie.” His words sent a shiver through me, followed by a loud moan as he tugged my thighs and I fell on him, closing the gap between his mouth and my pussy as he sucked and licked.

I should have known that his tongue would be capable of bringing me close to the edge in record time. Ronan’s mouth had always been capable of bringing out rapid responses in me. But this one was new. Incredible and strange.

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