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He bites so hard that if he keeps it up, he will break my skin. He soothes the spot with a swipe of his tongue.
“Undress, baby,” he rolls over, and I do as ordered. Fast. Then he unclasps his pants’ buttons and zips down to free his erection.
I don’t look away as I drag my shorts and toss them in the corner. I keep my eyes on the glint of precum on the head of his erection as I pull the sweater above my head, briefly interrupted by the wool covering my eyes.
Before I get it off me, his mouth covers one of my breasts, and he sends me back on the bed.
Then he plants a lip-bruising kiss on my mouth. He cups my sex with his free hand andthen paints a circle around my opening, smearingsome of my wetnesson my clit.
My legs spread wide,and my back arches, ready for him to take and claim me.
Mybody twitches with excitement as he brings his length near my opening. He then pushes inside of me, never pausing until he sinks deep, so deep, lost, and utterly buried in me that my mouth is hanging wide.
Everything becomes hazy. When he starts moving inside of me and branding me, everything else disappears.
I feel everything from my head to my toes coming together like a wave pulling itself into the sea before crashing on the shore. I feel it gathering in my stomach, waiting to explode.
He hits the right spot and keeps hitting it until it’s impossible to hold back anymore. I scream out so loud my throat burns, but not as much as my sex, as the inferno explodes and my release takes over me.
My vision turns hazy and my body dissolves as he keeps pounding, stuttering through his own release.
He unloads himself inside of me. I wrap my legs and arms around him, holding him as close as I can to my limp body.
“Mine,” I whisper the words just for my ears, but he picks up on it.
“Yours,” he rolls over and pulls me into his embrace. “I always have been, babe.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
OLIVIA
I feel so happy.
And the mind-blowing sex we had is not the main reason. It’s the fact he feels the same way I do. It’s that happiness that exists only when love is reciprocated.
The way Ronan held me to himself last night as we slept. The reassuring kisses he woke me up with this morning. The way he stayed with me as I showered. The light brushes of my hair behind my ears as we make breakfast together.
Everything made me feel so special my heart could burst.
But all of that paled in comparison to when he asked me to accompany him to Cesare’s estate. It is time to share the news of who was behind his daughter’s murder.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he says, parking the car outside the Ferreri estate.
“Yes,” I answer firmly but with a soft smile, and he nods.
“Let’s do this then,” he stops the car, leaning toward me to give me a swift kiss.
Ronan leads me to the patio, where the meeting with Cesare will take place.
I have seen the man once, and it was enough; he is scary. The terrifying aura around him does not lessen even though he is lounging on a couch surrounded by cherry blossoms, with blue tints from a nearby pool shiningonhis navy-blue dress shirt and pants.
He is about to take a sip from a glass of wine when he sees me. “What is she doing here?” He growls, gripping the glass so tight it might break, lines of disdain weaving on his forehead.
“She is with me,” Ronan tries to keep the air light as he sits across from Cesare. He tilts his head in my direction, and I sit. I politely greet Cesare despite knowing he won’t be responding.
“How dare you bring the person responsible…”
“We both know that’s not the case anymore,” Ronan cuts him off.
