***Anouk***
“Are you sure about this?” I ask and watch how Ronin pulls on the couch.
He glances back at me with a fierce look on his face. Yeah, I clearly shouldn’t have asked that question. He’s about to leave for a meeting with his guys and wants me to get some sleep. He insists on making a bed from the couch, although I’ve told him that I could just lay down on the couch.
“I bought the damn thing so when needed it could be transformed into one hell of a huge bed. But I never used it, so I don’t know how the fuck to do this. I remember it was just a twist of a hand, a button, or a handle, fuck. I threw out the damn instructions, okay?” A frustrated sigh rips from his throat before he kicks the couch.
“So you never sleep on a bed?” I question.
He turns to face me and gives a rough shake with his head. “This is my room where I never bring anyone and mostly just crash, watch TV, and fall asleep in any pose I’m in.”
I must have a look on my face that resembles my thoughts, because that’s just…
“Hard to believe? Nah, sweetness. When you’re the Prez of an MC, there isn’t much alone time, lots of shit to deal with. And if you’re wondering about fucking a chick on a bed, we have special rooms for that. Because none of us wants to have a woman in our private room where we need our own space. Don’t want that shit tainted with anything.” He gives me a wink before he plants a quick kiss on my lips.
“But you brought me to your room,” I wonder out loud.
Ronin gives a firm nod. “That’s right. I knew you were mine, even before you flashed me that fine cunt in an offer to tempt me.”
“What?” I gasp. “I flashed you?” I asked mortified and wonder when the hell that could have happened.
“Sure did. But don’t worry, sweetness…you can flash me any time you want,” he tells me with laughter in his voice before it turns fierce. “But never when others are fucking looking, because that tight cunt is mine.”
“Christ,” I mutter. “No worries there, I’m not flashing anyone ever again. Dammit, the one time I flash someone and I have no recollection whatsoever.”
Ronin’s laughter booms through the room. I’m annoyed and yet somehow I’m not because he’s totally sweet in his weird possessive way. I shove him aside and slide my hand in between the couch…looking for some kind of…ah, there it is.
“I knew that was there all along,” Ronin mutters.
Yeah, right. I might not say that out loud, but I’m wearing a look that speaks volumes before he snatches the couch’s remote from my hand. Within seconds there’s movement and the couch turns into a large bed. Ronin walks away and returns with a bedspread in his hands.
“Go on, get some shuteye while I handle some things. It might take a while before I’m back. First, me and my brothers will talk things through, but then we’ll be going out on a hunt. I ain’t waiting for that fucker, or any of his other goons, to show up on my doorstep. He’s going down right the fuck now. So you go on and get some sleep, while I handle this shit, okay?” He’s about to leave when I grab his forearm.
“Be careful. Lars Vorth is a drug lord. At least that’s what they called him…my stepbrother, stepfather, and my mother had a huge debt with this guy. They let it build up…Lars gave them one final chance to make it up to him sell a stash of coke to bring in the money. But the three of them snorted some of it themselves, as usual, so they were short on the money that had to be delivered again. That’s when they came up with trading me to Lars. Except…I dunno…I think my mom couldn’t do it in the end and grabbed the last bit of cash they made and gave it to me, so I could leave and make something of my life.” I shake my head. “If I would have known all the things I know now. If I knew where the money came from…how could I have been so stupid?” I sigh before I give him a stern look. “Just be careful, okay?”
“Are you worried about me, sweetheart?” Shit. That look on his face, it’s as if I just gave him something that no one has ever given him.
I swallow before I croak. “Just hurry back. Because you mentioned something about a bucket list and I might have to add a few things of my own on there, so you better not die on me too.”
His chuckle warms my heart. Ronin pulls me against him as he kneads my ass. His hard length is pressing in-between us. He takes my mouth in a rough kiss where he pushes his tongue inside, dominating, showing me just how hungry he is. For me. The way his other hand strokes my back and slides up to my breasts, he consumes me with everything he does, making me feel alive, adored, and so much more I can’t wait to explore further.
“Gotta go,” he groans. “I need to leave now because I want to fuck you properly and I can’t right now. Because once I start, knowing how good you are, I might need a few days to take you in every hole and cover every inch of your skin with my cum.”
“Wow,” I breathe. Just the mere thought has my whole body tinkling with anticipation.
“Yeah.” He nips my bottom lip. “First thing I’ll do when I get back is hold these damn fine tits of yours and slide my cock in-between them. Can’t wait to watch your face when you see me fuck them before I fist my cock and cum all over them. Might even aim for those strawberry lips of yours so you get a taste for when my cock hits the back of your throat.”
Oh, shit. I rub my legs together. “Promises, promises,” I mutter.
His eyes were heated before, but now they are flaming. He grabs my jaw in a tight lock. “No fucking promises, that’s a vow, sweetness.”
His words hold so much strength that my whole body swoons for this man. Ronin kisses me hard before he leaves the room, leaving me achy and longing for him to return to me. Reluctantly, I grab the remote and flip through some channels. For the first time in years, I feel safe and treasured. It doesn’t take long before I fall asleep.