Page 24 of Empire of Carnage
He was looking at his brother’s scars again.
“How can I make it better?” It was so Ronan of him to ask me that.
Ever since we were children, he was always looking for a way to make things better, to fix whatever it was that was keeping a smile from my face. But it wasn’t up to him or Santos or Mateo to make it better. It was only up to me. I was the one who decided how damaged I was going to be from this, not them, and certainly not Guillermo.
“By letting me get on my knees for you,” I told him, not wavering my gaze from that emerald forest that burned so brightly in his stare.
I lowered down in front of him, the water hammering into my back like a hot massage that pressed against my muscles. He was hard and ready for me, and there was no way I wasn’t going to be savoring all the best dick of my life in one day. I wrapped my lips over my teeth and lowered my mouth onto his erection, licking the shiny head of his length before sending it further into my mouth.
He groaned, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling.
“Fuck flower, I forgot just how good that mouth of yours feels.” He let out a desperate grunt and I looked up to find him watching me intently, not a care in the world about the two other men enjoying the show behind me.
He pulled at my hair, letting me know he was going to take control and I relaxed my throat, readying myself for it. He thrusted deep down my throat before pulling all the way out to slam again. I closed my eyes, but a picture of Guillermo’s sick smile flashed over my vision in the dark.
“Look at me,” he said, as if he knew exactly where I’d gone.
I choked out an inhale, opening my eyes to find him looking down at me with nothing but admiration.
“I love you,” he said, pulling out of my mouth.
“No, stop. We’re not done, you’re not done.” I shook my head, but Santos pulled me up from behind and began washing me with the same loofah before I’d had a proper chance to fight about it.
Mateo helped Ronan up, but he walked out of the bathroom on his own. The two of them stayed, closing in on me while Santos continued to lather me up.
“It’s okay to not be okay, sunshine.” Mateo cupped my cheek. “No one expects you to pretend like you’re fine.”
“Iamfine,” I said through clenched teeth, my nostrils flaring widely before I pushed through them, dripping wet with no towel as I made my way out of the bathroom.
“Fuck!” Santos cursed just loud enough for me to hear.
Ronan stood there, as naked as I was, but seeming ten times less bothered than me.
“Let me try again,” I said nervously.
He shook his head.
“Another time, I just want to sleep next to you again. I want to hold you in my arms.”
“I love you Ronan,” I said the words that had taken too long to come out of my mouth again.
“I love you too, Cecilia. Celia. Whatever the fuck you want to be called these days.”
“I’ll settle for your majesty.” I smirked, grabbing a towel that hung from a chair and using it to dry myself.
“Then come sleep with me, your majesty.” He reached out and I accepted his hand, letting him pull me closer.
I helped him onto the bed, thankful that all the wet spots were at the bottom towards our feet and making a mental note to change them in the morning when I wasn’t completely fucked out of energy. He laid on his back, and I propped the pillows up just slightly for him, making sure he was comfortable and settled in.
I nudged myself into a nook at his side, draping one leg of mine over his and laying my arm over his chest. My head found a comfortable place on his arm, and I closed my eyes to appreciate this moment, wondering for a second what the fuck was taking the other two so long to shower.
Ronan ran the tips of his fingers up and down the side of my arm, the gentle touch sending a wave of goosebumps down my spine.
Guadalajara was quickly becoming home again, because home wasn’t a set place.
I didn’t know that I’d ever get tired of saying so.
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