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“I want to feel you squeeze cock, Baby.”
I can feel beads of sweat forming against our skin. Both from how hard he’s fucking me and how hard I’m being fucked. His hand is still tightly gripping my throat, restricting blood flow ever so slightly. The edges of my vision begin to blur. His opposite hand moves around me, and he pinches my clit.
“Fuck!” I scream out. He releases my clit, but only for a second, and does it again. My orgasm explodes out of nowhere. I grab his forearm with both hands, trying to find purchase on anything I can. I ride out wave after wave of my orgasm in pure bliss. Ronan doesn’t let me come down. He continues pounding into me as hard as he can. His fingers begin moving roughly against the tight bud. The hand around my throat squeezes tighter, and I know that if he doesn’t let go soon, I’m going to black out. But I don’t want him to stop. I don’t say the word. I want it. I want everything he can give me.
I feel another orgasm start to build at the base of my spine. Or maybe it’s still the same one… I’m not really sure. But It’s not abrupt like the one before. I can feel it slowly building. So slow it’s almost unbearable. I’m almost afraid of what it’ll feel like.
“Ronan…” I plead.
Ronan begins to slow his pace but slams into me even harder than before. His long smooth strokes continue to bring me closer to the edge but not over it.
“You’re doing so good, Baby. You take my cock like a fucking queen. Another.”
“Ronan…”
“Do as you’re told. You can do it, Baby.” He enunciates each word with a thrust inside of me, “Give. Me. One. More.”
The lack of blood supply to my brain is causing just enough fuzziness that everything he’s doing to me feels heightened as if each touch is an earthquake wreaking havoc on my body. Ronan’s lips meet my shoulder, biting me hard enough that I’m sure he broke skin. But I don’t feel pain. All it does is shoot a shot of pleasure straight to my core. My climax peaks, and I begin shaking and writhing against him. “Yes! Ronan… Fuck! Yes!”
I’m clenching so hard around him that it’s a miracle he can still move inside me. His thrusts become erratic until he stills.
“Yesssss, Harper,” he hisses against my shoulder as he comes deep inside me. The moans from his mouth are enough to draw out my earth-shattering orgasm. The only thing holding me upright is his hand around my neck. After a few moments, he releases his hold on my neck, and I feel all the blood rush back into my brain. He lightly cups my jaw and turns my face back towards him, lips meeting mine in a deep kiss. We languidly brush our tongues against one another, and I notice the metallic taste of blood against his tongue.
Breaking from our kiss, I look at my shoulder out of the corner of my eye. Sure enough, he bit me hard enough to make me bleed. “Ronan! What are you, a fucking vampire?!”
Still inside me, he lets out a deep belly laugh, and I smile back at him despite myself.
I really do love that sound. I wish I could bottle it up for a rainy day.
Ronan slowly slides out of me, and I fall against the mattress, letting my muscles relax for just a minute. “Matches the hand print around your neck well. Don’t worry, Baby. I’ll clean you up.”
He climbs off the bed, and after a few seconds of rummaging around cabinets to find something, he pads back into the room. He begins wiping his bite mark with antiseptic and finishes by rubbing an antibiotic cream over it, a stark contrast from how he acted just moments ago. After he grabs a wet rag and wipes in between my legs, he plants a soft kiss plants on my shoulder before walking back to the bathroom to put everything away.
Once Ronan makes his way back to the bed, he lays next to me and drapes a blanket over our naked bodies.
“Why don’t we just crawl under the covers?” I murmur into the mattress, too strung out to even lift my head.
He chuckles, “I’m not done with you yet, Baby. Get some rest, and then I’m taking you again.”
Ronan kisses the crown of my head and drapes his arm over my torso. I roll to my side and spoon against him. The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep is the feeling of him softly rubbing the pad of his thumb across my skin.
It isn’t long before I wake up with his face between my legs.
27
Harper
Morning comes all too soon. Rolling over, I notice the spot next to me is cold. Ronan must have gotten up a while ago. I hear a murmur of voices coming from the kitchen, along with the clattering of pans against the stovetop. The guys must be out there making breakfast.
I move to my back and stare at the ceiling, taking in everything that happened in the last 24 hours. The goofiest smile spreads across my face. I can’t believe this is happening to me. Me! Harper freaking Hayes. My sex life has been abysmal at best. I’ve had some small flings, had fun nights with men I’ve never seen again, and brought myself to orgasm more times than I can count. But never, and I mean never, has anything felt like it has with the three men sitting outside that door.
The way it feels when their bodies are touching mine is everything. They make me feel cherished in every way. When they look into my eyes, it’s like I’m their whole world. I haven’t felt like someone’s world since my parents died. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed it. They’ve made me want things I could never have even dreamt of.
I always hoped that one day I’d meet my Prince Charming, my true love. That there would be a hero who would swoop in and turn my shitstorm of a life into something worth living. Call me unrealistic if you must, but that’s what happens when you spend your life reading one romance novel after another. But, three men… three! Is that something I can handle? Is that something I want? Shockingly enough, I don’t necessarily care that I’m sleeping with all three of them. What does worry me is what this means for us, long term.
I don’t want to be some random girl they pass around from room to room while they kill time. That’s not who I am. I’m someone who goes all in. If I am going to risk getting my heart broken, I want it to be worth it. And that’s another thing, I have had my heart shattered in my short life more times than a person should. I’ve lost everyone close to me time and again. So, is entering a relationship with not one but three men worth it? Because if they break my heart, I’ll feel it threefold.
I know these men aren’t my Prince Charming… my heroes. They’re villains. They do bad things every day. They take what they want, no matter the consequences. I think that’s what is drawing me in. My entire life, I’ve done what was expected of me. I was so grateful when Cece took me in after my parents died. I didn’t want to do anything to make her regret her decision, so I followed every rule and expectation laid out for me. And when Cece died, I jumped right into her life without question. It’s what I wanted. Or at least, what I thought I wanted.
