Page 57 of Empire of Carnage
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Ronan
Álvarez drew the short straw and stayed outside the door, guarding the bathroom from any unwanted visitors. She was distracted, fixing her hair in the mirror and touching up her dark lipstick. I looked over to Mateo and gestured to the stalls. Without speaking he moved ahead, opening each door to make sure it was empty inside.
Prowling quietly her way, doing my best to remain unnoticed while she was still in her own world, all her self destructive thoughts clearly weighing down the more reasonable part of her brain. She didn’t need to be doubting herself before she walked in there. She needed to show them she knew exactly who she was and who they were in comparison to that.
I moved towards her from behind, slowly wrapping my grip around her throat and urging her head up. She let out a soft exhale, those black eyes devouring me into her abyss with little effort as she gazed up at me, slowly parting her lips in invitation. My free hand roamed upwards, following the curve of her waist until her breast was in my hand and she moaned responsively into my mouth.
“I-I can’t.” She broke our kiss. “I’m already late as it is.”
“Make them wait,” I demanded, undoing my belt. “They bow to you, not the other way around, reina.” Her skin pebbled up at the use of the nickname.
“In this dress? How am—”
“Stop making excuses, sunshine. Bend her over Berserk. I want to see your cum drip down her thighs.”
I reached down, grabbing the hem of her dress and gathering it in my hands until I’d lifted it up past her hips.
“What if someone walks—”
“Shut up, flower.” I let go of her breast and placed my hand between her shoulder blades, with a forceful push I shoved her down, fully bending her over the counter.
She moaned again, this time it echoed through the chambers of the bathroom, bouncing off the tile walls and back to my ears like a siren song straight to my cock. I pressed the hard steel of my length against her, and she turned her head to look back, eyes wide open like she didn’t expect me to be ready for her.
I’d been hard all night, a mixture of anger and jealousy every time the fucking president of Mexico ran his hands up and down her back. I’d spent the whole time blowing up Santos’ phone asking why he hadn’t cut the bastard’s fingers off yet, but I already knew my answer.
We had to play fucking nice. I wasn’t going to be the man standing in her way. Not after everything we’d been through.
My hands roamed her thighs, giving her ass a big squeeze before I decided to slip my way between them, finding her panties soaked with arousal. I wedged my fingers inside the fabric, pulling it to the side and sliding two fingers between her folds, coating them in her slickness. She whimpered, the side of her face pressed into the marble of the bathroom counter top while she nibbled on her bottom lip.
“Ronan.” She called out my name while I continued to toy with her clit, closing her eyes and reaching back to touch me. “We really don’t have time,” she protested again but only with words.
“It’s not up for debate. You may be in charge of that empire out there, flower, but we both know you belong on your knees for us.” I gripped her chin and turned her face forward, forcing her to look in the mirror.
I dropped my hand from her face, keeping my gaze locked on her expression in the mirror just as I pressed the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy. She turned her head to look back again, this time I wrapped her long silky hair around my wrist and with a hard tug I corrected her gaze once more.
Her eyes narrowed with a look full of fire that reminded me of how she stared at me in that high-rise. But it wasn’t hatred I saw, and maybe it never had been all along.
“Are you provoking me on purpose?” I tugged harder, forcing her chin to lift higher and a groan made its way out of her chest just as I made my way inside her fully.
“It’s so much better when you’re angry.” She licked her lips, her eyes finding mine in the mirror.
I pulled out slowly, almost all the way before slamming back in at once. Her mouth gaped open, and her eyes shut as she reveled in pleasure.
“Eyes open,” I growled in her ear, picking up my pace and thrusting into her feverishly.
Her eyelids flew open at my command. She stared into the mirror, first watching herself with curiosity as she bounced forward with every jolt of my cock, then moving back to me. With one hand on her hip, guiding me in and out of her and the other still wrapped tightly around her hair, she whimpered as she got closer and closer to her release.
“You don’t get to come yet,” I whispered in her ear, releasing her hair.
Still fully sheathed inside her, I brought her arms behind her, pressing her wrists together at the small of her back.
“You let him touch you as if we weren’t watching.” Mateo spoke from a few feet away.
Her eyes widened, a smirk playing around the corner of her lips.
“What did I tell you would happen?” I asked her.
