RONAN
Her hips grind down on my c**k through the jeans and I can’t stop the guttural sound that tears out of me. The friction is maddening—too much and not nearly enough at the same time. I writhe under her, my wrists pulling uselessly at the ropes.
“Kaia…” It leaves me hoarse, almost broken. My pride wants to choke it back, but my c**k betrays me, straining harder under the rough denim. “Please.”
She tilts her head, fiery red hair spilling over one shoulder, lips curving like she’s savoring every inch of my struggle. “You’re begging?”
“Not yet,” I grit out, hips bucking up against her instinctively, “but I will if you don’t f*****g move.”
Her laugh is breathless and wicked.
“But you were the one who suggested me tying you up though.” She whispers in a small voice like a tempting mis
