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The club pulsed with energy, neon lights flashing in vibrant hues of pink, blue, and green, casting an otherworldly glow over the dancing crowd. The bass thumped through the air, synchronized with the swaying bodies on the packed floor. Laughter, shouts, and the clinking of glasses blended seamlessly with the loud music.

Her gaze followed him sitting near the bar stools, sipping on the vodka in his hand. His eyes met hers as he smiled, making her blush and look away. A few moments later, someone sat beside her as she glanced up surprised.

"I saw you staring," the man said, his voice deep and husky.

She sighed and passed him a shy smile. "Sorry, I hope it didn't make you uncomfortable."

"It's alright, it didn't," he replied. "That's why I'm here."

Rosetta observed the guy. "I have never seen you partying. Are you celebrating anything?"

He chuckled as she stared at his attractive side profile. "I wanted a break from everything tonight. What about you? You're not the type to party either."

How could she reveal that her father had abused her yet again and to escape everything, she sneaked out.

"I don't know, I just felt like going out," she responded as he nodded. She glanced at the dance floor where many drunk people had been wilding out.

Her eyes moved toward Ronan who had been watching her silently. "Do you want to dance?"

She smiled, her surprised face caught him quickly. "It's okay if you don't want to."

"No no, let's dance," she said immediately, placing her glass on the counter and moving to the dance floor.

The night went on as the two shared many dances together, giggling and laughing for what felt like hours before they ended up in a spare room.

Both of their lips met together in a steaming passionate kiss as his hands pushed her on the wall.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands pulled her closer to him.

"I didn't think you were such a freak Rose," Ronan murmured against her lips as he took off her glitter-induced crop top.

"Mhmmm," she moaned in pleasure when his hands did wonders on her body.

Cold fingers travelled from her collarbone to her belly button and finally to her wet core.

"So pretty," he mumbled as he kissed her inner thighs and licked around her needy clit.

As his fingers entered inside, she bit her lips and closed her eyes. No one had ever pleasured her the way he did.

Not before long, he was naked, and their bodies stuck together like a puzzle. The world outside ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other. Their connection was electric, an unspoken understanding that transcended words.

Sweat ran down his forehead onto hers as he thrust inside her, his hands pinning hers above them. Their chests met which showed how intimate everything had been.

As the intensity of their passion ebbed, they found themselves lying side by side in the afterglow. The room was bathed in the soft, silvery light of the moon filtering through the curtains. Rosetta's head rested on Ronan's chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin. Their breaths were synchronized, the rhythm of their hearts a silent dialogue.

Rosetta stood in the dimly lit living room, her ocean eyes fixed on the worn carpet as her father's voice thundered through the house. Her father, a towering figure with a scowl etched deep into his features, paced back and forth, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.