The Beast

31

HAZEL

My thighs tremble as something frightening cooks between them: heat. It's thick, sweet, hot and juicy. Just like the marinara sauce I specially made for dinner.

I'm panting in Ronan's arms, staring into eyes that I almost don't recognize. His brow is furrowed and his eyes darker. This is the gaze of a breeder. A conqueror of wombs.

There are butterflies in my belly—not only because of nervousness, but because of thrill.

I was convinced that Ronan was offended by me not taking the pill. That he was rejecting a future with me. Now he's screaming otherwise with his purposeful stare and the cock pressing into my womb like a threatening weapon.

I lick my lips gently. "Okay," I whisper. "Fuck me."

I turn around as he ordered, bending over the table. Plates and silverware lay beside me—the utensils Ronan promised to knock off the table one thrust at a time. I grab onto a fork tightly, smiling softly over my shoulder as I challenge him to fuck the fork out of my fist.

I might have just dug my own grave because Ronan doesn't take the challenge lightly. His hand cracks down on my ass, shooting a bolt of pain. I jolt, my ass slightly bouncing. Ronan must like what he sees because he spanks me a few more times, filling the kitchen with my squeals.

I withstand his brutality because I know that I'll be torturing him soon. I'll have my revenge by squeezing my walls tightly around him. Making him my prisoner until he pays his dues in cum.

Just when I think my ass will catch fire, Ronan rips my clothes off, baring my lower body. My legs snap shut, but that doesn't stop him. He wedges his tongue between the back of my thighs, stretching it to reach as much as possible. He trails north, licking everything in his path until he's wiggling it against my sex. His curling, hot tongue seduces me. I slowly relax my legs, giving his tongue better access to dance against my pussy. He has never disappointed me before. And based on how fast those licks are coming, he won't disappoint me today either.

His thumbs peel my cheeks apart, making space for his nose and lips. I rise to my tippy toes and tightly grip the fork, my eyes closing as my body senses that it's about to be taken. I'm tense. Preparing for the earth-quaking orgasm that will blur my reality.

Ronan shoves his face so deep into me I'm barely standing on my own. Soon, he will carry my entire weight with his head. He locks his lips on me and drinks my wetness like it's the fountain of youth: slurping loudly and earnestly, mixing his saliva with my slick. Sucking my lips with so much suction that they swell with arousal and a pulse of pleasure strikes me like a second heartbeat.

I rasp for air, overwhelmed by the sweet, relentless pleasure that he feeds me with his tongue.

In my delirium, I barely register that he's probably not breathing. I spread my legs to allow him better airflow, but all he does is suck more of my pussy into his mouth, groaning as he flattens and swipes his tongue as far as it reaches.

His nose is lost between my cheeks, and I can feel his lashes as he blinks, watching his mouth devouring me and the trembling of my shoulders.

He grips my cheeks and squeezes them together, all while lapping and sucking, painting a mess on my heated skin. My moans mix with the sound of utensils clattering and my lips squelching. It's a filthy combination, and this kitchen will never be the same again.

A plate falls off the table, cracking on the floor. The startling sound along with Ronan's tongue slipping into me snaps my restraint. I convulse on his face as I orgasm, sending the fork in my fist to the floor.

Ronan rises, and my sex is still seizing with pleasure when he works the tip of his cock into me.

He groans as my pussy clenches around him in waves. He works himself inside, adding a sting of pain to my world of pleasure. I embrace all of his monstrous, delicious cock. Moaning for more. Unwilling to settle until he's balls-deep.

Ronan was not lying when he warned that he would rock me until the table was cleared. He thrusts once, and I don't fly forward only because his hands at my hips keep me in place. His thrusts come angrily—like he's trying to stamp my ass. Leave his mark on it. Out skin claps as he fucks me, my hair falling all over my face and my teeth clattering. He made me so wet that he easily slides in and out of me, the only friction coming from his hips slamming into me. But even that is a smooth dance.

There's a sweet soreness in me that has me moaning. It's addicting. Ronan disagrees. He snarls viciously like a tortured man, his thrusts coming harder like he's trying to bury himself inside me.

His hold on my hips tightens, and he keeps me still as he pants, trying to control himself. His cock twitches inside me, ready to burst its load. Ronan fights his release.

Seeing that this is my chance for revenge, I thrust my abused ass backward, fucking him. Pulling his cock into me once, twice, before he curses and roars.

I smile as he fills me, not making a move to pull out of me.

"That..." he says, his voice dark and rich. "Was the best fucking dinner you've ever made me."

— —

After I clean up in the bathroom, we eat dinner peacefully. Ronan can't keep his hands off me, although he got plenty of me a few minutes ago. He keeps his hand on my thigh, stroking his thumb across it and writing something only he can read.

"Can I ask you something, love?"

I nod. "Of course."

"Tell me about your roommate, Gwen."

I'm surprised by his interest, but answer anyway. "She's a hard worker. I trust her. She hasn't requested any privileges since you moved me into your quarters, although she knows I consider her a friend. She's not interested in power or gifts."

"Hmm..."

"Why do you ask?"

He shrugs. "Normally, I wouldn't. I hardly ever notice the maid. But Walker showed an interest in her when he was here."

"Walker? Your friend, the other estate owner?"

"Yes. I think Gwen caught his eye, but I'm not sure. It's hard to know what happens in that fucked up head of his."

"I figured you would. You two are similar."

"Hmm, not quite. Even I don't fully know him after all these years."

I make a note to ask Gwen about her encounter with Walker. She must have done something to attract such a powerful man's attention.

I, for example, jumped the wall and got entangled with Ronan. It was the best mistake of my life, but I'm not sure if Gwen would feel the same way.

If Walker has her in his radar, then I suspect it's a matter of time before he snatches her up. These men aren't very patient.

The thought scares me. Because this Walker guy is much more disconnected than Ronan. I must ensure Gwen's safety. She doesn't know what's coming for her.