5. RONAN

RONAN

FIVE

I inhale deeply, watching the red tip at the end of my cigarette glow as I rest on the balcony of the hotel. Usually I prefer things a little more low-key. Not a roach motel or anything, the last thing I want is to be sleeping on someone else's dried fluids or end up with bed bugs. But a suite with a balcony overlooking the mountains isn't something I'd splurge on if it were just me.

She's special though, and despite having to lock her ass in the trunk a couple of times, I do want to show her some semblance of niceness. Especially after earlier…

What was that? She could've left and there's no way I would've been able to stop her. Now, it's true that I would've eventually found both of them and after taking back what belongs to me, I would've crushed that fucker's skull with my boots. But she didn't know that. She chose to stay; she lied without hesitation. She says she felt me begging her not to leave. I want to say it's a ridiculous notion that she felt some sort of otherworldly connection causing her to sense my thoughts and feelings after only knowing me a few days. Or it would be ridiculous if it weren't exactly what happened.

I was begging her. I don't beg for anything. I learned a long time ago that begging didn't help and only showed your weakness. But for her, I don't think there's anything I wouldn't do for her. I stood on the side of that road, staring into the woods while silently pleading that she wouldn't run again. I didn't want to lose her, I didn't want her to get in his car and to leave me, all alone. Funny, I always preferred to be alone but the thought of not having her heart beating in the same vicinity as my own… It's enough to drive me insane.

So I did, I mentally pleaded: Please, please, please, Everly… don't do it, don't leave me alone. Don't make me chase you again. I would've in a heartbeat, make no mistake. But in all honesty, I'm fucking exhausted. And throwing that man around and beating him to death, I'm still recovering from it. My body is sore and aches far more than it used to.

Flashes of that fucker bending Everly over flash into my head. I was almost too late, a moment longer and he would've…

I hiss as the hot cherry hits the top of my hand. Looking down I see I've snapped my cigarette in half. Sighing, I absently flip the lighter open and closed, enjoying the sound it makes as I try to tamp down the rage inside me. I've been told I'm cold, lack emotion, empathy, whatever. It's not true. I actually feel very deeply, deeper than most if I'm honest. But I only feel it about certain things. Animals for instance, I love them. I care for them and I have killed to protect them. People? Not so much. I find them to be selfish, loud and predictable. I need humans for two things—fucking and hunting. Or I did.

The knocking on the door pulls my attention and I go to answer it just as the hotel employee drops the bag on the floor. Picking it up, I lock the door and turn, nearly running into Everly. My god, it amazes me how frequently this girl manages to steal my breath.

"Who was that?" she asks, clutching the green robe around her bare body.

"I got you some clothes," I state, my voice thick. I hold up the bag and see the appreciation on her face. It makes me itchy. Now that we're not in danger or she's not screaming for her life in the trunk of my car, I feel like she's going to see me, the real me. Not Belial the serial killer. But Ronan Kipling, the awkward guy who never fits in, the guy who fumbles over his words because his brain moves a million times faster than his mouth. The idiot who is staring at her, unable to figure out his next move and it's putting him into a near panic attack.

"Thank you." She smiles, taking the bag. "Really, I appreciate it, I wasn't sure what I was going to?—"

"Shut up," I state, pressing her against the wall. Her eyes go wide as my hand wraps around her delicate throat.

"Ro—"

"Shut. Up." I grit out while trying to think. This is too domesticated. I can't do something this normal. Even with someone as beautifully perfect as her, it can't be this way. I slip my hand over her bare chest and under her robe.

"Please," she whines out as I brush my fingers over her nipple. "Please, stop." She pants as my hand continues to knead her breast while my left hand slips lower, finding its way to her pussy. Slipping a finger in between her lips I feel the wetness and raise a brow.

"Your mouth says stop but your body is vibrating with the need to be touched. So which is it, Angel?" I untie the sash on her robe before unveiling her tits and my fucking god. I fall to my knees as I suddenly feel unworthy to look at this creature before me. As I look from her tits to the delicate curves of her body I pause and frown at the thin scars along her hips, they travel over her thighs as well. Reaching out, I allow my fingers to touch a slightly thicker white scar.

"S-Stop." Her voice is far more forceful this time and as I look up to meet her gaze, I see the shame and anger on her face. "Just stop, okay?" She goes to pull away, closing her robe but I grip her arm. She snatches it back as I stand and grab her neck.

"Let me go!" She yells and I grip her, slamming her onto the bed while reaching into the bag and pulling out the underwear I ordered and stuffing them in her mouth to shut her up.

"We are in a nice hotel," I warn, my voice low as I rip off my belt and wrap it around her wrists. She shakes her head violently as I do so, tears spilling over as her sobs are muffled.

"I'm sorry, baby," I coo, stroking her cheek. "I know you don't want to be tied up, but you won't stop fighting me. What other choice do I have?" Her glare is a deadly one I'll give her that. Leaning over her, I go to give her a kiss but she jerks away and tries to say something—the panties muffling it. It sounds like an "I hate you" but who really knows.

"I told you," I hum while running my finger tips over her abdomen, causing goosebumps to erupt over her bare flesh. "You should've dove into that car. Now, be a good girl while I shower and when I come out, we can talk about removing the belt and maybe get some food, okay? Would you like that?" My words are laced with false sweetness as I eye her scars again. She takes her leg and kicks me as hard as she can against my hip.

"Fuck," I laugh out while rubbing my aching side. "Such a little fighter. Be a good girl for me, I'll be back." I smirk at her muffled screams as I turn and head toward the bathroom.

It's still steamy from her shower and I see the smiley face she drew on the mirror. It's sweet, innocent and not at all what I would expect from a woman covered in so many scars. Removing my clothes, I turn the shower on and step in. As I stand under the hot water, my mind wanders to my own scars. The deep ones inflicted by those who wanted to hurt me, and the more shallow ones I created in moments of desperation. My need for release was what initially drove me to this life, before I found my true calling in this game. And now, with my body decorated in intricate tattoos, it's been years since I've felt the urge to cut myself open for temporary relief.

As I finish up in the shower I can't help but wonder, how long has it been for my angel? Looking at the smiley face again, I walk to the mirror and draw a heart around her drawing and a halo over its head before walking out of the bathroom.

"You ready to talk about dinner?" I ask while rounding the corner and drying my hair with a towel. I look at the bed and my heart stops, it's empty. I hear something and go to turn when someone jumps on my back and I feel something sharp pierce my skin. Everly jumps off me, one of my now empty syringes in her hand.

"Oh—" I laugh lightly as my body grows heavier and I begin to stumble. "You…fucking brat." I stagger to the bed, falling onto it as the room begins to spin. I feel pressure and watch as Everly appears on top of me, straddling my waist.

"Baby, I hate to tell ya," I slur while trying to fight the drugs coursing through me. "But my dick is going to be as unconscious as me in about sixty seconds."

"While I can do a lot in sixty seconds, I'm not going to fuck you." She leans in and grabs my jaw roughly before gripping my bottom lip between her teeth and fuck yes baby, bite me.

I groan as the metallic taste of my blood fills my mouth while I try desperately to kiss her back as roughly as she is me. It's no use though, my muscles are not cooperating.

I chuckle against her mouth; she may say she isn't wanting to fuck but that slick cunt sliding over my stomach begs to differ.

Everly pulls back, my blood staining her pink lips as she watches my eyes roll.

"What are you gonna…do?" I murmur, my eyes refusing to stay open.

"Well for starters, I'm going to tie you up, and then…" She leans in and licks my ear before whispering, "I'm going to kill you."

"That's fine," I mutter weakly. "Just keep rubbing that cunt on me… while… you do."

"Right there," Everly's small whimper breaks through my drug induced sleep. How long have I been out for? Fuck my head is killing me. Does she get headaches when I drug her? If so, I may have to apologize.

"Mmmm…" I groan, feeling something around my dick. Fuck it feels so good. I open my eyes and try to focus as Everly's body comes into view. It's dark in the room, only the lights from outside are allowing me to partially see her. Her tits bounce as she roughly moves up and down my dick. "Fuckkk…" I growl, trying to move my hands. I'm trapped though, and not by my belt. No, she's apparently rifled through my bag and found my fucking handcuffs. "Ohh," I laugh to tamp down my anger. "God when I get a hold of you…Fuck!" I hiss in pain as she rakes her nails down my chest.

"I was gonna kill you," she whimpers, grinding her clit on me. "But I thought of something better. I'm going to get even with you instead," she pants and fuck if she thinks I give two shits what she's talking about while her cunt contracts around my cock, she's wrong.

"Baby I got an idea," grunting, I buck my hips up roughly to fully impale her, causing her to scream in pleasure. "How about you shut that fucking mouth before I do it for you." I begin thrusting faster and it's as if she knows I'm nearly there. An evil smirk forms on her face as she rolls off me.

"Oh fuck no!" I snap while pulling at my restraints. She laughs while walking over and licking her arousal off my cock before spitting it on my chest.

"Now, my date is going to be here soon." She smiles while slipping on the panties I bought her. "Don't worry, he likes an audience." The murderous rage I feel pumping through me is unlike anything I've experienced before.

"You let someone else touch you, anywhere and I'll kill them, Everly," I growl out my body vibrating. "Make no mistake, his blood will be on your pretty little hands." She raises a brow while swinging her hips as she walks to the edge of the bed.

"Awful big talk for a man cuffed to the bed, "

"You vomited after you drove my knife in your attacker's throat, you think you can handle another. And this fucker will be innocent." I warn, the growl low in my chest. She leans over me, her hand rubbing her spit into my tattooed chest.

"You still think I'm an angel?" She grins as her hand grips my balls.

"Fuck!" I hiss through a chuckle. "Yeah," I pant out as her hand tightens, causing the pleasure to go into uncomfortable territory. "Yeah, I do. Though of course, Lucifer was once God's most loved angel before he pissed his father off." The warning undertone isn't lost on her, but she doesn't care. Everly is drunk off the power she's feeling right now and it might be the first time I actually feel like someone is capable of killing me. The fact that my cock is starting to grow harder again at this revelation confirms that I am, without a doubt, fucked in the head. Eh, that's alright.

"Ohhh… so I'm Lucifer now." She smirks while roughly biting my nipple.

"Fucking shit!" I groan, my cock screaming to be touched.

"Does that make you God?" she whispers against my ear while tonguing my ear gauge.

" Your God, yes." I rasp out. A light tap on the door grabs our attention and I feel my heart hammering as she pulls back to stare at me with her mismatched eyes.

"Well, Daddy God , get ready to cast your naughty angel out of the pearly gates."

"Everly," I warn as her grin grows wider. "This is your last—" She slips her panties back off and stuffs them into my mouth before slapping my cheek teasingly. I'm going to kill her. I'm going to kill him, and then her. She's unhinged and on a level I can't even fathom. She's chaos. What was I thinking? She's no sweet, innocent angel. She's a depraved deviant who wants to watch the world burn. I watch in fury as some nameless tall man walks in, his eyes not leaving my girl's bare pussy which is on full fucking display for him.

"Fuck—" he smirks, licking his lips. "When I answered your ad I thought for sure this was a scam." Everly stands at the foot of the bed as the man walks up behind her. His hands touch her bare body and I growl through the underwear while yanking on my cuffs. He looks me over nervously, he should be nervous because I'm seconds from inflicting the worst kind of pain on him. "You sure he wants this?" His laugh is full of apprehension as I glare at him, silently promising him death the second I'm free. "He looks…kind of angry." My response is an audible exhale through my nose as I continue to stare holes through him.

"Of course," Everly lies, my fucking angel is starting to prove to be very good at lying. Her eyes never leave me as she leans against the man's unimpressive chest while guiding his hand to her cunt. "Look how big he is, if he didn't want this, you think I could've got him in the bed and cuffed him—Oh!" I scream through the fabric as his hand soils her by touching her clit. She looks me dead in the eyes while releasing a pant and grinding against his hand. "Right there," she whimpers, rocking her hips.

I don't see red, it's just white, white hot rage. I hear his zipper and watch as he pushes her to bend over on the bed and I've had enough. With everything I have, I slam against the bar on the headboard that I'm wrapped around. It takes three tries before the post gives way. I'm up in an instant grabbing the startled man and slamming him against the wall while removing the underwear from my mouth .

"No one touches what's mine." I growl out before grabbing him and snapping his neck. His body crumples to the floor and I step over him, walking back to my girl who is on the bed, hands over her mouth. I stand before her, my breathing labored, my body vibrating with adrenaline and a rage unlike anything I've felt before. In a swift motion, I wrap the chain from my cuffs around her throat and tighten my hold. She sputters while trying to grip the chain in a futile attempt to loosen my grip.

"Why are you so disobedient?" I grind out in frustration. "I got you a nice room, I was going to get us a nice dinner, I bought you clothes and this is how I'm thanked? Why? Why do you enjoy making me snap?" I release her before stepping away as she coughs and gasps. What am I going to do? There is a dead man in our room. An unknown, very dead man.

"You're a fucking psycho!" Her raspy voice screams as she hurls a pillow at me. I stare down at it and almost laugh. It's such a silly thing to hit a killer such as myself with. "A vile, moral-less, psychotic monster!" My eyes flick from the pillow back to her.

"And your cunt is weeping for me," I smirk as her eyes shudder. "You brought a stranger in here and allowed him to touch you, just to see if I would stop him. You enjoyed it, didn't you?" She opens her mouth and I see the lie she's about to allow to spill, I give her a warning look and she snaps her mouth shut. "That's what I thought. You get off on this. On murder, danger, jealousy, don't you?"

"I…" Her voice is so small and full of shame. I don't like it. Yes, a dead man in our room is less than an optimal situation but I'll figure it out. There's no room for shame though.

"Never turn your gaze toward the floor as if you're unworthy," I spit out. "If this is what you want, you better own it."

"Ronan," she whispers, it's a weak plea and I shake my head.

"Everly, if you want this, prove it. Leave that shame over there, get on your fucking knees and crawl to me. Come here and finish what you started." She hesitates and looks at her bed as if I'm actually giving her a choice. It's cute she believes it. One day she'll understand that we will be together; even in death, our souls will intertwine, both halves of the same soul, bonded together once more, a twin flame. I refuse to let her leave. But, I will allow her the illusion of a choice, as long as she chooses correctly.

Everly slides off the bed and onto the floor. She looks up at me as she crawls on her hands and knees, her ass bouncing with each move. She stops in front of me and I reach down and stroke her hair.

"Such a good girl," I praise as she nuzzles her cheek with my hand. She reaches to free my cock from my pants but I stop her. "Put your hand in your cunt. Show me how wet you are for your God." Everly reaches her hand down to her pussy and whimpers as she touches herself. She pulls her hand out and I release a moan at the sight of her glistening juice coating her small hand. Walking over to my bag, I pull out my hunter's knife and walk toward her. She flinches as I raise the blade and only calms once she sees I've inserted it into our dead friend's abdomen. "Put that cunt on that handle and suck my cock. You don't stop fucking or sucking until I tell you to, understood?"

Everly nods before straddling the man and crying out as she inserts my handle inside her. "Fuck," she whimpers while looking up at me. Her cheeks and chest are red with arousal and her eyes are hooded and glazing over.

"Fuck is right," I rasp while freeing my cock. I grip the back of her head, ramming my thick length down her delicate throat. I give her no time to adjust or recover as I pull out and slam into her again. "Start bouncing," I grit between thrusts. Everly is gagging, drooling and tears are running down her face and chin. She listens though. Of course she does. My sweet, perfect angel slides up and down that long handle, gasping and whimpering around my cock as she does so. She looks up and our eyes connect and fuck, in this moment, I feel like I must've died and gone to Heaven. Her inner thighs as smeared with that fuckers blood and she shivers as her eyes roll back, an orgasm taking over.

I rip my cock from her mouth and drop to my knees. "Spin," I pant out. She cries out as she spins around, now face to face with the dead man, her cunt still sliding up and down my handle. Bending her closer to his chest, I spit on her ass and slip a finger in.

"No!" She gasps at the intrusion and tries to pull away.

"Finger that clit." I grunt thickly. " Now. " She whimpers but does as she's told and it's not long before her legs start shaking and she arches back crying as she releases her fluids, drenching my knife. I rip her off the handle, collecting her arousal in my hand and lubricating my cock before pressing the head inside her ass.

"Ow! S-Stop!" She cries again as I invade her. "Oh fuck…mmm…"

"I won't," I nearly whimper as I pull out and ram into her. "I will never stop, Everly." I growl between each thrust as I encircle her with my cuffed arms and guide her back to the blade's handle, but this time, I'm in charge of her clit .

"Ronan!" she cries, coming again as I drive faster into her ass. She leans forward, as if too tired to stay up and I pinch her clit roughly before smacking it rapidly. "Oh god," she whimpers as I lick the sheen of sweat off her back.

"Yes, my sweet Angel," Panting, I roll my head toward the ceiling as my balls tighten.

"Ronan…d-don't stop," she grunts before coming again and it's my undoing.

"Fuck!" I roar, burying myself deep within her ass as I release. My body shudders as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me. Removing myself, I smirk at the small cry escaping her. "You can—" I inhale, steadying my rapid breaths. "You can stop now, Angel."

Everly removes the handle and goes to stand but her legs give way. "Hey, hey," I coo, pulling her into my arms. "Easy there sweet girl," I carry her to the bathroom and turn on the shower before walking to my bag and rifling through to find the keys to my cuffs. Once free, I return to her. "Let's get you cleaned up."

"What did I do," She whispers, her body shaking as realization floods her. Her eyes find mine as I help her into the shower. "I killed another man."

"Technically I killed him." I smirk while leaning her back under the water.

"I brought him here, I killed him and…oh my god…" She wretches while shoving past me and leaning out of the shower to hurl into the toilet.

"Everly," I groan out. "Baby, you gotta stop puking every time someone dies." She glares at me while straightening and shoving me against the wall. Deciding to be a nice guy, I fall against the tile and let out a grunt for added effect .

"You're a monster," she hisses, her voice laced with venom.

"I am," I agree, my eyes trailing over her curves as the water streams over her, washing away all evidence of what transpired out there.

"You disgust me," she spits and I smirk.

"I should,"

"Stop agreeing with me!" she huffs and her foot slips, I snatch her arm, holding her steady against my chest.

"I will stop," I whisper, running my hand through her hair. "When you say something I don't agree with. I know what I am, Angel. I know I'm unhinged, unwell, I know…" I chuckle lightly, though it's void of any humor. "I know I'm a monster, a psycho, a demon…a freak." I grit out as flashes of my childhood and teen years flood me. The water hitting my skin makes me flinch as memories of Sister Agatha drowning me in holy water surfaces.

"Unclean," I grit out, my hands gripping my head while it feels like there's a crushing weight pressing down on my chest. Unclean, unclean, unclean. I'm filthy, a sinner, a vile sinner who must confess his sins to his father, to be absolved. To be saved.

I was never saved. I was a good boy; I did as I was told and it didn't stop.

I see the tattoo of Sister Agatha's rosary on my hand and I feel her tightening the strand around my neck, it's my undoing.

"Ronan?" Everly? She was next to me but I can't see her now, I can't smell her. I'm drowning.

"Ronan!" Something touches my neck and I snap out of my haze. Instinct takes over, I grab it and twist before slamming the figure against the wall. "Ronan stop," she cries out and I blink, seeing my angel's wide, fearful eyes .

"Everly," I whisper as she touches my face, causing me to flinch.

"Shhh…" She coos, putting her other hand on the other side and stepping closer. "You're okay," My breathing is still labored and I'm shaking beneath her hands. Her concerned eyes search mine. "Where did you go?"

"Somewhere I should've stayed." I manage over the lump in my throat. "You're right, I am a monster…"

"I know," she admits while turning the shower off. "But so am I, and even monsters deserve some semblance of happiness, right?"

"Everly," her name is a shaky plea as I feel myself becoming too heavy. "You're no monster, but if you stay with me…you'll become one." Looking away, I step out of the shower and grab a towel. I want her to stay, and every part of me is screaming to keep her. And I will, but from afar. I will let her go, but she will never be free of me. And I… God, I will always be hers.

"I'm going to get this cleaned up," I state, my voice hollow and distant. "There's ten thousand in cash in my bag, take it and go. Our adventure has come to an end."

"What?" She squeaks out while stepping out of the shower, her skin rising in goosebumps from the temperature change. "I've killed two people in twenty-four hours! There's no going back, Ronan."

"You've killed no one," I huff dryly. "I killed him and the woodsman was dead while I was still fucking your brains out. I just wanted to see what you would choose."

"Why?" she asks as I continue to stare at the tiled floor.

"I don't know, morbid curiosity? I told you," I tap my temple roughly. "I'm fucked up."

"No." She states firmly, walking out of the bathroom with me following her. "I refuse to believe that you did this out of boredom. I didn't believe you at first but… but Ronan, you and I, we are something. You know it, I know you feel it."

"What I feel," I glare at her while curling my lip. "Is boredom and annoyance. Now take the money and get the fuck out of here."

"No," She straightens though her voice is shaking.

"Get out!" I roar causing her to cower slightly, but she doesn't make a move for the money or the door. Fed up with her defiance I march over to the bag and grab the banded bills and hurl them at her feet. "You take that fucking money, and you get the fuck out. I'm done with you."

"Well I'm not done with you!" she snaps, taking me by surprise. Not done with me? I am the monster who drugged her and wanted to kill her, I still might…what is she talking about? "And fuck you by the way," She hisses, while hitting me with the money. "We go through all this and you hurl ten grand at me and say have a nice day?"

"It's all I have on me," I mutter, still trying to wrap my brain around what's happening. "Is that why you're staying? You want more?" Well that's a look of rage I've never seen on her.

"I will cut your tongue out of your fucking mouth if you say something like that to me again! I don't want your money or anyone else's you fucking prick!" Raising a brow, I reach in the bag and pull out my pocket knife. I open it and flip it to her.

"Well, go on then Angel, do it." She takes the pocket knife as I drop to my knees.

"What is the matter with you?" She whispers softly as I close my eyes.

"Better idea, take that knife and fucking drive it in me. All I ask is I get to see your eyes as I leave this world."

"Ronan," she grabs the back of my head and I let her take control. It's so unnatural to give up the power, but for her, I'd give her anything, everything. Take me out baby and run away. You'll never have to look over your shoulder and wonder if I'm there. I hear her drop to her knees and I open my eyes, watching my blade go to my throat. I stare into her heavenly eyes and give her the slightest nod. She pushes the blade against my skin and I feel the bite of the blade. I welcome the burn and release, it's so freeing, and I know any second, I'll never have another thought or worry again. I look at my sweet girl, making sure she's my last vision, my last thought, my last prayer. My final heartbeats belong to her and only her.

Everly pulls the knife from my throat and closes the blade. I'm about to ask her what she's doing when her lips are on my neck where the blade had been. She runs her tongue over the cut, lapping up the trail of blood.

"Fuck," I whimper, having to force back a rouge sob trying to escape as she moves to my mouth. I taste the copper from my blood and growl while fighting with her tongue over dominance. Gripping the back of her head I yank her from my mouth and stare at her in bewilderment.

"Why?" I ask weakly. Fuck please, make me understand. Why? Why is this beautiful creature holding me instead of ending me?

Her delicate fingers trail over my rough, stubbled cheek as she whispers my name. The warmth of her touch melts away the darkness trying to pull me under. "Even the monsters need love,"

"You can't love a monster," I choke out, regurgitating the line I've had drilled in me since adolescence. Everly climbs on my lap and holds me in place .

"You can, if you're a monster too." Her hand grabs mine and I feel the raised areas of skin on her thighs. She's letting me touch them. It's what started the whole night's events, me touching her scars.

"You aren't my first kidnapper, let's just put it that way." She admits and my hand twitches, gripping her thigh as I glare at her.

"What?" I grit out, my mind unable to focus on anything except for the thought someone had hurt her.

"Parents didn't want me; I was in the foster system which was its own treat. I ended up getting a partial scholarship and working to go to college,"

"What happened?" Her mouth twitches and she gives the smallest of shrugs.

"Group of college guys took me to some shack, drugged me and kept me for a weekend. Took videos, photos, they… they ruined me. Then they went back to school like nothing happened."

"That makes them the monster, not you." I say while running my fingers through her hair. "Who were they?" A small dry laugh escapes past her lips.

"I don't know them all, but one was my now ex."

"Your ex as in Pip ." She nods softly, not meeting my gaze.

"Devon," She says his name and I grab her, pulling her in for a rough kiss. She whimpers as I pull her tongue into my mouth and suck the length of it before sucking on her upper lip and then her lower.

"Never soil your perfect mouth with that name again." Her eyes are wide as she stares at me, her swollen lips parted as soft pants escape. "Say the word and I'll kill him." I whisper even though she doesn't have to say a word, no this fuck was already on my shit list for touching her, but knowing that he attacked her…he's dead.

"Gonna be hard for you to do anything if you want me to kill you." She whispers against my mouth as her hand runs over my cock.

I growl possessively against her mouth, "I'll figure it out, don't you fucking worry. He's a dead man."

"Can I tell you a secret?" she whispers while nipping on my jaw. Fuck this feels so good.

"Mhm," I moan while closing my eyes, enjoying the feel of her.

"I like that you don't want anyone to touch me."

I peek open one eye. "No one is worthy enough."

"But you told me to kill you, if you're dead, someone else might have to touch me." I snatch her by her throat and bring her to look me in the eyes.

" No one touches you, except me." She grips my throat and gives me the same intense stare.

"Then you better stay the fuck alive. Because you die, and I'm fucking any and everyone just to piss you off." She smirks and I snap. I'm up in an instant, slamming her into a wall while gripping my cock and slamming it inside her cunt without warning. She releases a sharp cry at the intrusion but I don't care. Walking outside onto the balcony, I set her on the metal railing and she gasps as I lean her over it.

"Ronan!" she cries as her arms hold the railing with everything she has as she hangs upside down. I ignore her as my fingers dig into her thighs, while I fuck her deeper and harder. "Ronan! I'm going to fall!" She cries through her moans.

"If you fall," I grunt between thrusts. "I fall with you, Angel. You're right, I can't leave you in this world, and I can't be in this world without you—fuck!" I roar, tossing my head back. She screams as her hands slip but my hold is firm as I grind her clit against my pubic bone. She screams again, this time out of pleasure as she releases, I pull back as her fluid rushes from her center. "You're so fucking perfect," I grind out, ramming into her again and again as her walls tighten around my pulsating cock. "Such a good girl, so fucking drenched. Right there, Angel, that's it, tighten that cunt around my cock, fuck…Everly!" Crying out, I slam into her rapidly as I shoot my load deep inside her quivering body.

Once I finish, I pull her up and when I do, her eyes roll and she goes limp in my arms. "Sorry, Angel," I smirk, kissing her head. "Guess I took too long."