Chapter111

#Chapter111

And that did things to him. Had his insides going gooey. Had the naughty little brat that festered inside him raising his poking stick and preparing to strike. /"Pleaseeeee, birdie. I don't — /"

/"No./" Again with the hardass tone. As Raven drew himself up, his stance shifting by a fraction, but his sheer presence hitting the accelerator, pulsating an air of dominance so thick that almost every part of Ronan wanted to drop down to their knees and say 'yes, Daddy, he let out another whine.

/"Please — /"

/"No./"

/"But — /"

/"No./"

/"Daaaddddy!/"

/"Fuck./"

Ronan grinned. Found a chink in his armour and took a chisel to it. /"Daddy, I thought I was ready, but I'm not. Please, can we talk to them tomorrow? I feel sick and I want cuddles./"