Page 14 of Beneath His Robes

But I wasn’t just angry. No, I was shattered, and that was something far worse. I was a fence with nails shoved deep in the grooves. No matter how many times one tried, and even if the steel was removed…I was never going to be the same.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to steady myself.

“You’ve already hurt me, Ronan,” I said, quiet devastation leaking out.“So say the words, Ronan Saint Clare. Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me to leave. Or are you still just a coward?”

Maria gave us one last look before quietly walking out, leaving us to face the consequences.

Now, we were alone.

Ronan’s eyes met mine again, and now I saw the love, regret, and longing that was hiding behind his lame-ass apology. But I wasn’t sure if I could ever have him, not like this. I wasn’t sure if I even wanted him anymore.

“Mon Pur,” he said.

‘My pure one.’ The nickname he had given me as a kid stuck. Even now, at sixteen years old, the running joke remained. I was the light to his darkness. But hearing it now…the name stabbed another nail into my fragile heart.

“Don’t,” I said, my voice shaking, my knees threatening to give way.

Slamming into the wall, I sagged. I was unable to hold myself upright any longer. “Elias. Please. Fuck’s sake. Please. Just look at me.”

Anger flooded me. How dare he beg me at this moment for forgiveness.

“Fuck you,” I said. Tears that I’d held back flowed down my cheeks, and my vision blurred. “Ronan, what are you…”

His naked body pressed into me, his lips smashing mine in a hard, demanding kiss.

I couldn’t help myself. I opened for him, my body helpless to deny him. I was pathetic, desperately accepting the love he was willing to give after he just broke my soul into pieces.

“Fuck, Mon Pur. I have always wanted to taste you. Always dreamed of your lips. But I never imagined it would be salty from the tears I have caused.”

I returned his sloppy kiss, the dam of my heart shattering further and further and my tears falling down harder. “Neither did I.”

Our first kiss.

“I hate you,” I said, unable to pull myself away from him.

Our lips sipped and tasted the undeniable pull we had for one another—years of stolen looks and true happiness finally connected into this spellbinding kiss.

His cock pushed into mine, and my jeans strained as I was desperate to meet him. My dick was harder than it had ever felt.

My shirt was ripped off my body, and I watched Ronan’s tongue trail over my flesh. I was his opposite in every way. Where he was tan and tattooed, I was pale and unmarked by any art. I was soft, and he was made of hard ridges and thick binding ropes of muscle.

He was…

“Stop,” I said, my brain finally catching up to my heart. His gray eyes blazed with lust and pain.

I pushed my hand harder on his chest.

“Stop. Ronan.”

With a frustrated growl, he pulled away. His cock was so long and prominent as it protruded away from his body. I always knew he was massive, but it was dizzying when he was erect like this.

Suddenly, I realized the wetness coating his cock head was my sister’s passion. Rage and disgust rose inside me, and I growled.

“If you aren’t brave enough to say the words…I will.”

The words hanging in my mouth I wouldn’t be able to take back. Any more than he could take back fucking my sister.

“I don’t want to see you again. Ever. I hope you enjoyed Maria’s used-up pussy, because that’s all you will ever have. Get the fuck out. And Ronan…go to fucking hell for what you did to me.”

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