"Slow... Slowly," Lucien begged while he endured Ronan's frantic assault.
In his frenzy, the Alpha seemed to forget his initial plan to make Lucien feel good.
He pinned the latter against the bed and slammed hard into him mercilessly.
Lucien felt like a dying man. It became increasingly difficult to breathe let alone feel good. All he could think about was that Ronan's incessant pounding must have dislocated some of his internal organs. And ruptured some.
"Ahh... Ahhh... Ronan, stop..." He begged, his broken voice shaking with every thrust.
Instead of slowing down, Ronan pressed his lips against Lucien's to shut him up.
Fingers intertwined on the pillow, their limbs locked together, Lucien had no way to free himself. He could only succumb to his fate.
Until he got enough of being bullied.
The sound of Lucien's patience thread snapping into two was so loud that it was a miracle that Ronan did not hear it.
