Page 46 of My Addiction
“Rule number one: never assume you know what I’m feeling. You ask me. I’m going to try to remember to explain things until we get used to each other.” He unbuckles my belt.
“Rule number two: never pull away from me again. I need your touch. It grounds me. This is the first time that I’m asking for something for myself, and you are going to give it to me.” Rule number two is punctuated by him unbuttoning my pants and sliding down my zipper.
“Rule number three.” He nudges my hips up so he can slide my pants and boxer briefs down. My cock is hard and already leaking. “And listen closely. I want you to take control, especially in the bedroom.”
Sticking out his tongue, he licks a stripe up my shaft from my balls to my tip, lapping at the precum already gathering there. He swirls around it before taking just the head into his mouth. Using his spit, he moves his hand up and down my length. He looks up at me.
“I like that you take charge and that I’m not alone anymore. I need you, Ronan, and I have never needed anyone.”
I can’t acknowledge what he is saying because he swallows my dick down. He’s only able to get about halfway before he gags. Fuck, the sound of him choking on my cock is enough to make me blow down his throat right then and there. He continues his assault on my cock, moving his hand in sync with his mouth. I feel my climax build and know that my release is right there. Then he stops, pulling his mouth from me with a small pop.
“Do you understand the rules? Do you agree to them?”
“Yes,” I say. Right now, I would agree to anything this man wants.
As soon as the word leaves my mouth, he returns to sucking me with brand new vigor. It takes me seconds for my orgasm to rush through me. I cum hard, rope after rope jetting down his throat. He takes it all. I need to catch my breath and take care of him. But when I look down at him, he has that same blissful look on his face that he has every time I’ve seen him cum. I lean forward, careful not to disturb his head lying on my thigh. At some point, he must have removed his own cock and come. I brush my fingers over his hair. Through his long, thick lashes, he looks up at me.
Something in my chest squeezes tight. And when he smiles at me, I get a hit of my drug. His dimples pop, and like any drug addict, I crave it. Not bothering to right my clothes, I pull Colton up and sit him firmly on my lap. I wrap my arms around him as he snuggles close to me.
“Was that okay?” Colton asks so quietly that I barely hear him.
“The rules or the blowjob?” I ask.
“Both, I guess,” he burrows closer into my neck. His soft breath teases my skin.
“Look at me, a stór?” I lean back just a little to allow him to raise his head. “You’re perfect. I need rules; I follow the rules. Most psychopaths are like that. You give me what I need.”
“Most what now?” Colton pulls back even farther, sitting up straighter in my lap. His eyes move back and forth to mine.
“Psychopaths. You said Mom explained our diagnoses to you.”
“She said you all have antisocial personality disorder.” He gets that furrow again.
“Yes, we do.” I study his face. He looks confused, but also something else that I don’t know. “Rule number one,” I say, “Idon’t understand your expression. So I’m asking, what did I say that has you looking like that?”
“You said, psychopath. I thought your mom just meant you spend too much time on computers and are socially awkward. Psychopaths are dangerous, right?”
Is his expression fear? Is he afraid of me now? That tightness in my chest returns.
“Are you afraid of me, a stór? Have I ever done anything to make you feel that way?”
“No,” he shakes his head. “You make me feel safe.”
“Have I ever done anything to make you think I would hurt Ollie?”
He doesn’t answer right away. After a beat, he shakes his head again.
“I would never willingly hurt either of you. I will hunt down those who have, and I will always protect you. Psychopaths are not inherently evil, even though that’s how they are portrayed on TV. Mom says that our emotions are muted, and when they come up, it’s hard for us to understand them.”
He stares at me, not saying anything. I wait for him to process. The fear of him leaving me again hits me hard. I tighten my hold on his waist. I can’t let him leave me.
Chapter 24
Colton
Psychopath. Ronan and his family are psychopaths.
Everything I have ever heard about people like them has been terrible. They are supposed to be cold. Violent. The people who become serial killers on true crime shows. No empathy. No remorse. No real feelings. That is what the world says people like them are. But Ronan and his family are nothing like that. They have been welcoming from the second I met them. Protective in a way I have never experienced before. Especially when it comes to Ollie.
