“Down.” Ronan shoves me to my knees at the foot of the bed. “Get off.” I try to yank his fingers off, but he just laughs and digs his grip in even more. “Kneel. We’re gonna have some fun.” I’m not sure what he’s doing, but my eyes are watering, and my face is being pressed into the side of the bed. “You like some rough sex? Hmmm?” I can hear a zipper, then clothes rustling while my head is being jerked around. I should fight harder, but the delicious tingles are back. It’s just because I’m drunk. “Nasty, hungry little slut.”
