The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105: 105: Love And Deception

~ ROSELLE ~

I might be naive, but I know exactly what those tools are.

And... The thought of them being used on me is almost as tantalizing as seeing them with my own eyes.

My plan is already mapped out.

Going into the closet for the key might leave evidence that someone had been there, especially with how observant Ronan is. He notices everything, the smallest things most people would never think twice about.

If he realizes someone went into the closet, the first thing he’ll check for is the key.

But if I take the tools... That changes the story.

His attention will divert. He’ll assume I went into the closet because I was curious about the toolbox, not because I was after the dungeon key.

By the goddess, I hate how well my brain is working right now.

It’s coming up with the perfect plan... For the wrong reason. For the fucking wrong reason.

My heart is pounding so heavily it feels like it might burst. I feel like the worst, most selfish bitch alive. Here I am, moaning and writhing under Ronan’s touch, asking him to taint me, all while hiding this dark ulterior motive. Feeling this level of pleasure coursing through me, my wet pussy squeezing and dripping, my mouth full of his thick cock... and all I can think about is betrayal.

I feel like the worst fucking traitor. And hell, the guilt only makes me take him deeper.

I moan around his length, the vibration making him groan above me. He tastes so good, salty, masculine, addictive. My tongue swirls around the head, then slides along the underside as I bob my head slowly, taking more of him with every pass. My hand strokes what I can’t fit in my mouth, slick with my saliva.

"Fuck, Rose... just like that," Ronan rasps, his fingers tightening gently in my hair. "You’re doing so good, baby. Such a perfect little mouth."

His praise sends a fresh rush of heat between my thighs. I squeeze my legs together, aching and empty, even as guilt twists like a knife in my chest.

I love you, I think desperately as I suck him harder, hollowing my cheeks. I love you so much it hurts. But I need to do this. I need answers. I need to know who I really am.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, from the stretch of him in my throat, from the overwhelming pleasure, and from the crushing weight of my secret.

I push forward, taking him deeper until I gag softly. Ronan curses, hips twitching but holding still, letting me set the pace.

"That’s it... Breathe through your nose, sweet girl. You’re so fucking good for me."

I moan again, louder this time, letting the sound vibrate around him as I work him with everything I have. My core throbs in time with every bob of my head. I’m soaked, dripping down my thighs, the red lace ruined.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, from the stretch of him in my throat, from the overwhelming pleasure, and from the crushing weight of my secret.

Ronan suddenly pulls me off his cock with a wet pop. Before I can catch my breath, he flips me and pulls me on top of him, positioning me so I’m straddling his face in a 69.

He quickly attaches the silver nipple clamps to my already sensitive breasts. The sharp bite of pain makes me gasp.

"These are going to keep your pretty nipples nice and sensitive," he murmurs, giving the chain a light tug that sends sparks straight to my core. "Every movement is going to feel like I’m sucking on them."

He adjusts me, spreading my thighs wide over his face. I feel completely exposed, my dripping pussy bare and hovering right above his mouth.

"Fuck, look at this pretty pussy," he groans, his voice dark with hunger. "So wet and pink for me. So fucking beautiful."

His words make my core clench hard. He pulls the lace thong aside and teases the ruby-red jeweled butt plug against my tight hole, coating it with my own slick before slowly pushing it inside me.

The stretch burns so good. I whimper loudly as the plug settles deep, the jeweled base sitting flush against me.

"Now," he growls, voice muffled, "suck that dick, baby. And sit on my mouth."

I obey instantly, leaning forward to take his cock back into my mouth while lowering my pussy onto his waiting tongue.

The moment his mouth latches onto me. Licking, sucking, devouring, I moan loudly around his thick length. The combination is overwhelming: the clamps tugging on my nipples with every movement, the plug stretching my ass, and Ronan’s tongue fucking deep into my pussy.

He spanks my ass hard, the sharp sting making me jolt.

"Keep sucking, Rose," he demands against my folds. "Don’t you dare stop."

The pleasure is too much.

The butt plug, the nipple clamps, Ronan eating my pussy like a starving man, it all crashes over me at once. I moan and sob around his cock, trying desperately to keep sucking him while my hips grind against his face.

Guilt and ecstasy twist together inside me until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

"That’s my good girl," he growls, his voice rough and dark with need. One hand leaves my hip to reach around, his fingers finding my swollen clit and rubbing tight, relentless circles. "Feel how your body’s taking everything I give you? The plug, the clamps, my cock... You were made for this, Rose. Made for me."

His pace quickens, deep and punishing, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with my desperate cries. The toys, his fingers, and the thick stretch of him all build together until I can’t hold back anymore. My walls start fluttering wildly around his shaft, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter.

"I’m... I’m going to—" My words dissolve into a shattered moan as my orgasm hits me all at once, crashing over me like a tidal wave. My entire body seizes violently, pussy clenching and pulsing around him in powerful spasms. I squirt again, soaking his cock and thighs as the pleasure rips through every nerve in my body. The clamps feel like fire on my nipples, the plug amplifies every contraction, and I scream his name like a prayer and a curse.

At the same moment, Ronan snarls deep in his chest, a feral sound that vibrates through me. His hips stutter, then drive forward one final time as he buries himself to the hilt. His thick knot swells massively inside me, locking us together as he cums hard, flooding my pussy with hot, thick ropes of his release. The feeling of him pulsing and filling me so completely pushes me even deeper into bliss, our orgasms feeding off each other in one endless, shattering peak.

I’m sobbing with pleasure, shaking uncontrollably as he keeps grinding against me, emptying every drop deep inside where it belongs. The fullness is almost too much — his knot, the plug, his cum — and yet I never want it to end.

Slowly, the waves begin to fade. Ronan carefully lowers us onto our sides on the bed, still locked together by his knot. He gently eases my body down, pulling me close against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around me protectively. One hand carefully removes the nipple clamps, soothing the aching peaks with soft strokes of his thumb. His lips press to my sweaty temple, my neck, my shoulder — tender kisses that make my heart flutter even as my body twitches with aftershocks.

I melt into him, boneless and utterly spent, my head resting on his chest as I listen to his racing heartbeat slowly calm.

"I love you, Roselle," he whispers against my hair, his voice low and full of raw emotion. His fingers trace gentle patterns along my spine, careful of the lingering sting on my ass. "I love every piece of you — the innocent and the filthy. You’re mine... always."

I smile softly, pressing closer into his warmth, feeling safe, claimed, and completely loved as his knot continues to throb gently inside me.

I don’t know when sleep finally claims me, but when I wake, I’m curled up in bed, tucked securely in Ronan’s arms.

He’s holding me close, his steady warmth wrapped around me as if letting go isn’t an option.

Carefully, I ease myself back just enough to look at him.

His strong jawline is softened by sleep, his eyes gently closed, the usual hardness in his features replaced by a rare sense of peace.

My chest tightens. A wave of guilt crashes over me, making it hard to breathe.

Oh my...

I’m sorry, Ronan.

I’m so, so sorry.