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He pushes my face down onto the counter, his hands yanking my trousers down.
“I need you, krasivaya, I’ve needed you all night.”
“Oh God, Maxim, please fuck me.”
He laughs as his hand pushes on my back between my shoulder blades, holding me in place. His fingers on his other hand reach around, nipping and rolling my clit. My body is begging for this, and I shiver instantly. He leans forward and sucks on the back of my neck, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to bring goosebumps over my body as he pushes into me. He thrusts into me hard and fast––I don’t think I can hold on, and he’s hanging by a thread.
My hands grip the counter, and my legs shake. He has one hand pressing me into the counter and the other gripping my hip as he pounds into me, his grunts becoming louder as his movements become faster.
My body shivers and my pussy clenches around his cock as my orgasm shoots through me.
“Fuck,” he roars in my ear, wrapping his fist around my hair and yanking me up. He turns my head and takes my mouth, his tongue forcing its way in, fighting for control. He pulls away and smiles.
I scream out my release, and moments later, he follows, kissing me again before whispering in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you all night long, beautiful...”
Chapter 17
Ronan
I saw her watching Josie flirt with me, I should have shot that shit down right away, but I wanted to know what she thought, only she was too far away for me to see anything written on her face or in her eyes. But then I saw her leave with Maxim, and instantly my blood started to boil.
I’d pushed Josie away immediately after––she wasn’t happy, she’s been trying to get in with one of us for years. She knows we aren’t interested and we’ve told her as much so many times, but she never listens. The woman is a vulture.
After pushing her away, I’d tried to storm out the back to stop Liv and Maxim from leaving, but Connor grabbed me and pushed me into the office.
“Whatever is going on in that head of yours, you need to shut it down. You can’t just bolt after them.”
Fuck, I didn’t realise I was so transparent with my feelings. I stare at him, not really knowing what to say, so I just huff out a breath and sink down onto the sofa.
He hands me a glass of whiskey and joins me.
“Talk to me, brother.”
“Nothing to say.”
“Bullshit… I saw the way you were looking at her, you like her, you have done all along, tell me why you’ve never acted on it, tell me why you’re letting her get away.”
“Just leave it, Connor.”
“No, you won’t fucking make a move with her, but not even fifteen minutes ago, you were hell bent on chasing them down. I’ll leave it if you can promise me that you’re not going to react like that again.”
I down the whiskey, giving myself a few minutes to think about my reply.
“I like her, Con, but when I’m with her… I can’t explain it, I just know I don’t deserve to feel how she makes me feel.”
“What the hell are you talking about? Ronan, out of all of us, you’re the one who’s sacrificed the most, you deserve to be happy, and if she gives you that, then you’ve got to go for it… before you lose her.”
I didn’t go home that night––in fact, I haven’t been home for six days. I got in my car and drove, ended up back here in Chicago.
I wanted to go to her that night, I wanted to stop whatever was happening between her and Maxim––hell, I wanted to rip his damn throat out, and that’s why I left.
I’ve spent the last few days couped up in this cheap shitty motel, drinking myself stupid. I could have gone on a spree, I have names that may know something, but I promised Connor that I would try and rein it in, so I’ve drank, and I’ve wallowed. I was drunk last night, but not so drunk that I don’t remember calling Alex. That woman has a pure soul, and there is something about her that makes me trust her. I talked to her for hours, mostly about her and Connor and wedding plans, although, I don’t remember half of what she told me about those. She didn’t push me to talk, she let me listen, but she did send Connor after me. He said he’d be here this morning, which is why I’m now laying on the bed after a freezing cold shower, trying to sober up and find enough energy to go get a coffee.
I moan, realising the knocking on the door means I have to get up. Slowly moving to a sitting position, my stomach rolls, and I think I’m about to vomit.
“Oh shit… I have got to eat something.”
