"Open that pretty mouth of yours, Princess," I woke up to the sound of Ronan. I weakly turned my head and looked at Ronan who had the bottle of bourbon held in his lap. Darren was also around and he was seated next to me. I licked my dry lips, shivering against the heat of Darren's hold.
"We have no time", Ronan demanded, holding the bottle up against my mouth.
Without knowing, I opened it, then watched as he tipped the bottle up, forcing me to drink whatever the f**k it was. Three long pulls from the bottle, and he removed it, lifting his thumb to trace the droplet of whiskey that escaped my lips. My tongue licked it at the same moment his thumb moved to capture it, connecting. Ronan stared at my mouth longingly as I licked his thumb and the corner of my mouth. Unknowingly.
"Pretty, is
