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Ronan
She looks like a fucking goddess, a queen on her throne. Lucky me, because my dick is that throne. Harper’s tits bounce in front of my face as she rides me like it’s her damn job. I look up at her, head tipped back in ecstasy, just in time to hear a deep moan spill past her pretty pink lips. “That’s it, Baby. Ride me, milk my fucking cock.”
Her back bows even further, and I can feel her chocolate curls dust the tops of my thighs. “Yes! God, Ronan.”
“That’s right. I am your God. Don’t you ever forget it.”
I can’t help myself; I slide my hand around her waist and grip the locks that are tickling the tops of my thighs, pulling her head tight as I lean forward and take one of her nipples into my mouth, clamping down on it with my teeth and give it a sharp tug.
“Fuck!” Harper yells, still bouncing up and down on my dick. I grin wickedly around the tight bud.
I fucking love it when she curses.
Harper’s pussy starts to tighten around me, her orgasm’s like a ticking time bomb, right on the cusp of exploding. I’m about ten seconds from blowing inside her, so we need to get this show on the road. I let go of her hair so she can look down at me. “Tell me what you need, Baby.”
Her big emerald eyes meet mine, trying to relay precisely what she wants without having to say it out loud. But I know. I know what my girl needs. The sadistic side of me just needs to hear her say it out loud. You’d think after months of living with and fucking the three leaders of the Irish mafia, she’d be a little more brazen by now. Not our little bookworm. When she climbed on my lap in the middle of the movie we were watching, I was more than happy to let her be in control, or at least think she was. I’ve been gentle, letting her lead the show, but we both know what she wants, what she needs from me. To own her. To ravage her entirely.
“Say it, Harper.”
She hesitates only a second more before saying, “More, Ronan. I need more.”
I slide my hand up her stomach, between the valley of her perfect breasts, and along the column of her neck until it meets her jaw. I firmly grasp it in my hands, squeezing just hard enough that her eyes widen. “You want me to be rough with you, Baby? You want me to own this sweet ass?”
She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, still sitting on my lap with my cock buried inside her. I reach my thumb up and pull her lip from between her teeth, resisting the urge to take it between my own.
“Yes,” she whispers breathlessly.
I cock a brow and fold my lips in, trying to hide my smart-ass smirk. “I thought you wanted to be in charge?”
She gives me the most dramatic eye roll. There’s my girl.
“I thought so, too.”
Before she can blink, I lift her off of me and roll us over so she’s lying on her back on the couch with me nestled between her hips. Her beautiful hair is fanned out across the couch cushion as she looks up at me, her chest heaving as she takes in each breath.
Scooting down the couch, I run my lips up the inside of one of her thick thighs, savoring the way her body still reacts to mine. I’ll never get sick of it. Never. But what I want to do to her can’t be done on this couch. I want her on my bed, tied up and at my mercy. I sit back on my knees, and she pinches her brows in confusion.
I give her my most sinister smile. “Run, Baby.”
A wide grin takes over her face, and she doesn’t waste a second before taking off down the hallway toward my room. I give her a few-second head start before taking off after her. As I move across the living room, I feel something soaking the bottoms of my feet. I look down to find myself standing in a deep crimson pool of blood. A sinking feeling immediately settles in my gut, and I sprint towards my room. Towards Harper. Only when I slam the door open, she’s nowhere to be found.
Panic claws at my chest as I throw open every other door, calling out her name. “Harper! Harper, Baby . . . Where are you?! Harper!!!”
Where the fuck is she?
Who’s blood is that?
Where’s my Baby?
Just as I’m about to check my office, I feel drops of blood trickle down the side of my face. I reach up to touch the sudden throb at my hairline, wincing when I make contact with a giant open gash. “What the fuck?”
I don’t remember getting hit.
I feel myself getting lightheaded now. Everything around me is spinning. But I have to focus. I need to find Harper. I need to make sure she’s safe. I dig around the leather couch cushions to find the phone I discarded when Harper climbed on top of me. Once I find it, I pull up Mac’s contact number. He can help me. He’ll be able to find her.
My finger shakes as I move to unlock my phone. I can’t seem to focus long enough to put in my passcode.
