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“You have tonight off, but we expect to see you at Banna tomorrow night for your shift at five p.m., sharp. I know you won’t be late because one of our drivers will pick you up at four, and he will also bring you home after every shift. You will be working with our other manager, Josie. We thought it best you and Dan weren’t on the same shift.”

I sit open mouthed, not entirely sure what to say. They all stand and head to the door, and Bella grabs a pad of paper and writes something on it as Connor places his hand on the small of Alex’s back before turning to me.

“This is non-negotiable, Olivia. You will continue working at the club and we’ll ensure you are driven there and back at all times. Now, because we need to be able to keep in touch with our employees and you seemed to have an issue with your old phone, a new one will be dropped off later today.”

Both men give me a small nod and exit my apartment, waiting out in the hall. Bella hugs me and smiles, then heads out to meet Killian.

Alex grabs my shoulders. “We’re here. If you want to talk, call us, our numbers are on that piece of paper there.

She then hugs me and leaves, closing the door behind her.

Chapter 9

Ronan

Every night she has worked for the last week, I’ve been in this office, watching her on the wall of monitors. I don’t want to be around her, yet I can’t seem to tear myself away.

She doesn’t know I sit here and watch her, nobody does, not even my brothers. I always wait until they are out on the main floor or in the VIP section then tell them I have to leave. I usually only stay around an hour, that’s usually enough, but not tonight. Tonight, I need to smell her, I need to feel her. I need to feel her body break under mine. Which is why I came back twenty minutes before closing.

It’s starting to quiet in the club now, and I know it won’t be long before she comes back to do the nightly stock room clear up. I noticed she was down for it tonight on the roster when I was in here earlier, so I thought I would take advantage.

I sip my whiskey as I watch her walk down the hall, past the office door and into the stock room. Licking my lips, I stand. I need this, I need some relief.

I stand in the doorway, leaning against the frame, listening to her hum a tune to herself. I can’t see her, she’s at the back of the room behind some shelves of spirits, and I can hear her shifting the boxes.

I quietly make my way into the room, closing the door behind me. She continues to move the boxes, but when I’m one row away, I know she’s realised she isn’t alone. The humming has stopped, and her body has stiffened.

I quicken my pace, reaching her just as she turns to face me, a look of surprise shooting across her face.

I don’t give her time to react as my hand shoots out, wrapping around her throat. I push her back towards the wall, and she says nothing, but her eyes darken. She knows what I want, and a smile creeps on my face when I know she wants it too.

Her back hits the wall, and I place my other hand on her hip. She swallows, a look of uncertainty in her eyes. I give a slight shake of my head then kiss her with such ferocity that her head slams back against the wall. If it hurts, she doesn’t acknowledge it. She undoes my button and zipper on my jeans, her hands reaching inside, wrapping around my already hard cock as she runs her thumb over the tip, coating me in precum.

I hiss at the sensation, and I feel her smile around my lips. If she thinks she is gaining control, she is in for a shock. Tonight, I need it, I need to be in control.

I bite down hard on her bottom lip, drawing blood. “Ouch.” She pulls away, licking her lip. I reach out, gripping her chin and use my thumb to wipe the remaining blood from her lip. Her breathing becomes rapid, and her eyes widen as I suck the blood from my thumb.

I let her pump my dick a couple of times before I grab her hands, wrapping one of mine around both of her wrists, pinning them above her head.

I take her mouth again, forcing my tongue between her lips, letting it glide over her bottom lip, tasting the coppery tang.

I reach down, my hand gliding up her inner thigh to her pussy. Thank fuck she’s wearing a skirt, but these damn panties are in the way.

Sliding my finger under the thin fabric––holy shit, she’s fucking soaked––I push my finger into her pussy and pump in and out a couple of times before adding a second. She groans into my mouth, and fuck if it doesn’t turn me on.

I let go of her wrists, my hand going back around her throat, adding pressure. I add a third finger, bringing her close to the edge. Her walls clench around my fingers, her legs shake, and her body convulses.

Just when her orgasm is about to take hold, I stop, removing my fingers from her pussy. I pull back as she moans her disapproval and I laugh, placing my fingers coated in her juices in my mouth and licking them clean.

“Ronan…” My name barely comes out in a whisper.

I lean forward, my hands sliding up her thighs, reaching the waistband of her panties. I rip them from her body, and her breath hitches as I place them in the pocket of my jeans.

I grip her arse, lifting her, and she instinctively wraps her legs around me. I wiggle so my jeans fall down to my thighs and then I grip my dick and line it up with her pussy. Giving her a quick kiss, I then pull back to watch her face as I slam my dick into her so forcefully she screams, and her eyes widen.

Enjoying the look of shock on her face so much, I need to see more. I slide out to the tip and slam back into her again. Using one hand to hold her up as I fuck her relentlessly, my other hand tips her head slightly to the side, and I lick the side of her neck from her collar bone to her ear, sucking the lobe. Her hands grip my shoulders, and I can feel her arms shaking.

Her body shakes, her breathing quickens, and she moans. I clamp my hand over her mouth. “Shhh, sweetheart, you don’t want anyone to hear you now, do you?” Her eyes close and she moans under my hand.