LARISSA (2)

“Please…”

The word slipped out before she could stop it. She didn’t even know what she was begging for anymore.

Ronan gave her exactly what she hadn’t asked for in words. He pushed her the rest of the way down onto the bed in one smooth motion, following her weight until his knee braced between her thighs and his mouth found the side of her neck, more like he was tasting the salt and liquor still clinging to her skin.

His teeth grazed, then bit down just hard enough to make her gasp and arch involuntarily. “That’s it,” he murmured.

His hands were everywhere at once, his calloused palms skating down her ribs, his thumbs hooking under the lingerie still clinging to her hips, dragging it down with patience while his mouth moved lower. He sucked a bruise into the swell of her breast, hard enough that she cried out, her fingers scrabbling uselessly at his shoulders.

The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was.

“Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?”

He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops.

Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

She was close, dangerously close and he knew it. He pulled his hand away right at the edge.

A desperate whine tore out of her. “No, Finn,., please— don’t—”

Ronan caught both her wrists in one massive hand and pinned them above her head, with the other he shoved his trousers down just enough, freeing himself.

The blunt head of his cock nudged against her entrance, thick and intimidating in a way Rissa hadn’t imagined it was going to be.

“Look at me,” he ordered quietly.

Her lashes fluttered. The room was still hazy, but his face was sharpening, his dark brows, sharper cheekbones, the faint hidden scar on his forehead that Finn didn’t have. Her breath snagged.

He pushed in slowly, inch by torturous inch stretching her until her thighs trembled and fresh tears slipped down her temples.

When he bottomed out, he stilled and let her feel every brutal inch of him seated deep inside.

Larissa’s mouth opened in a silent scream. The fullness was overwhelming and painful and still not enough.

He rolled his hips once, checking if she was loose enough. Her whole body jerked then he started moving in long punishing strokes that dragged against every sensitive place inside her.

The headboard knocked rhythmically against the wall. She couldn’t breathe right and couldn’t think. She just clung to his shoulders while he fucked her like he was trying to carve himself into her memory.

The alcohol was burning off fast now. Her eyes widened. The man above her wasn’t Finn.

“Ronan…?” The name came out small, barely audible over the wet sounds of their bodies colliding.

He slowed down to make her feel the drag of every retreat and thrust.

“There she is,” he rasped, his voice laced with satisfaction. He leaned down until his forehead rested against hers, his mouth brushing the corner of her trembling lips. “Good. Now that you know it’s me…”

He snapped his hips forward harder, once and then, twice, deep enough that her vision whited out for a second. “…moan my name.”

Rissa’s nails dug into his back. A sob broke out, she felt pang of guilt and shame wash over her, but the desperation was there.

Her legs hooked around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Ronan,” she whispered. Then louder, her voice fracturing. “Ronan, please—”

His grin was feral and victorious like he just won a grammy. “That’s much better,” he growled against her mouth. “Keep saying it. I want to hear it when you come all over my cock.”

He didn’t give her time to answer. He fucked her harder, faster and ruthlessly. One of his hand slid between them, finding her clit again, and rubbing merciless circles while he pounded into her.

Larissa shattered with his name on her tongue, arching her back and locking her thighs in his perfect hips. A raw, broken cry ripped out of her throat as she came so hard her vision tunneled.

Ronan continued slamming in harder, chasing his own release through the fluttering grip of her body, his hips stuttering, a low, guttural groan vibrating against her neck as he spilled on her stomach.

For several long heartbeats neither of them moved. Then he lifted his head, his dark eyes smiling and glittering as he looked down at her wrecked, tear streaked face as she struggled to stay awake, but failing.

“Still think you want Finn?” he asked softly and tenderly as she finally passed out.