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“Does that sexy little sound mean you know you’re about to be fucked into the next century?” He moved his mouth out of my greedy reach to rasp next to my ear.

Through parted lips I whispered his name again. It was all I was capable of because my brain had disintegrated. I hoped my whimpers told him how good it felt, how much I needed to come again.

“When you’re in my bed, coming isn’t an option. Your only choice is how many times.” He told me on a growl before he shoved one of my legs high up against my chest. The motion meant the monster inside me slid impossibly deeper causing my eyes to roll into the back of my skull.

“Oh, god.”

“Time to pay up and give me number two,acushla.” Thrust. “Make it up to me for all thebotheringyou do,” shove. “For disturbing my fucking life.”

After each word he rasped passionately against my cheek and pushed down harder.

The orgasm flashed through me. The biggest one of my life.

It tackled and overtook me, shaking me from my core.

“This—this is my bed,” I puffed out when I was back in my body.

He’d slowed, but his hips still knocked against mine. I loved that skin slapping noise.

“What?”

“You said when I was in your bed coming isn’t an option,” I brushed hair off his forehead in time to see him scowling. “This is my bed, Ronan…”

He contemplated for a second, sucked my earlobe, hard enough that my sore ravished body renewed in arousal. With his hands he wrenched both of my legs wide open, leaving me exposed in the most indecent way I’d ever been displayed and the way his eyes ate me up I didn’t mind a bit.

“Then let’s see what damage I can do in your bed,acushla. Hold on tight.”

His next thrust brought on Armageddon within my body.

CHAPTER 10

Ronan

Leaving that hotel room was harder than I would have thought it would be. Twice I’d retraced my steps down the long hallway to go and climb back into bed with her.

Calling myself all the names under the sun, I kept my feet moving and didn’t stop until I was inside the elevator.

My guts on fire.

I shouldn’t be allowed to feel this good.

Loose and drained and just so fuckinggood.

But I also feel like scum.

I hadn’t learned any lesson from years ago. Instead, I’d jumped into a deeper fire by fucking a virgin.

Catherine. I’d fucked Catherine.

Not once, or twice. Four goddamn times and then I waited until she fell into a sated sleep before making my escape.

I didn’t even care I’d taken her virginity. The moment I felt her tense against me and that look of pain in her eyes. Not just pain… wonder too. Lust for me, I’d known, and it kicked a possessive need within me.

I’d glutted myself on a woman who bothered me on levels I’d never known about and thought that glutting would have been enough.

Yet I was left with a dry mouth and my balls empty and the fucking organ inside my chest light and yet … I didn’t feel full. I didn’t feel sated.

It felt as though I’d only just got started.

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