When they finally escaped the city together, Brooke and Ronan were already being reported dead, written off as two more casualties in the all-out drug war they’d helped to ignite. While Connor used the news to strengthen his own position in the city, Brooke secretly hoped that they could just disappear. That she and Ronan could carve out some sort of a life together, and find solace in one of the … the only places in the world she had ever felt safe.
Ronan, of course, had plans of his own…
Brooke ran her tongue over her bottom lip as Ronan knelt between her legs and leaned over her on the bed, tying her wrists to the headboard above her until her arms bowed backward. He stared at her greedily for a moment, the sight of her bound and helpless driving his excitement in a thousand ugly ways, and then dragged his hands down her breasts slowly, watching her back arch towards him with naked enjoyment.
Brooke exhaled as Ronan reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, tapping at the screen lightly before running the camera up the length of her body. He spread her knees apart with one hand as he angled the camera between her open thighs and then shoved her tank top up over her breasts, his dark eyes hard and playful.
“Now,” he said, tilting the camera lens down at her face. “Tell me again what you won’t. Ever. Do.”
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