CamilaRonan sucked my clit and licked my slit down to my entrance and then back. My moans were loud, and he approved. Soon, a wave I had never felt in my entire life washed over me.It felt like I was leaving my body in shock. It washed through me intensely. I could not describe it, but it made me stretch, and I grabbed onto the sheet with all my might. It was scary and felt too damn good at the same time. Ronan did not stop licking and sucking on my clit, making me extra sensitive. I wanted to pull away from him, but he didn't stop. He gradually slowed down and then pulled away. He knelt before me, and our eyes locked together. His lips were wet with my juices on them. "You taste delicious, Malishka, I didn't think I can't stop now," He said. I shook my head."Then don't," I managed with a whisper, still trying to catch my breath, following my instincts and desire for once. "I am yours," I said, and he leaned over me, positioning himself between my legs. "You can't take tho
CamilaThe morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. As I stirred awake and turned over, I was taken aback to find Ronan still lying beside me.He looked so peaceful in his sleep, his face serene and relaxed. A sudden, overwhelming urge to reach out and touch his face gripped me.Memories of our intimate moments from the previous night flooded my mind, and I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. It hadn't been a dream—it was all real.The weight of that realisation settled over me, and I wondered what it meant for us moving forward.I was torn between staying still to savour this rare moment and my duties. I needed to get up and tend to Katya.As I began to shift in bed, Ronan stirred. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, his embrace firm yet tender."Don't you think it's too early?" he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck in a gentle kiss.Of course, he would think it was too early. Ronan wasn't accustomed to the early routines that had
CamilaI could tell Ronan was uplifted and light-hearted. He must have bottled so much in with that hard exterior he always kept."You seem uplifted," I managed, still catching my breath."You can imagine. Wanting someone so much yet you dare not touch. It's been hard," he said and looked at me with a sincerity that tugged at my heart.I could imagine. That has been my life, but I kept it to myself. I was just grateful for the moment."When we are together, you call me by my name, Malishka; we are equals in the comfort of our home," he said, and I searched his eyes, feeling the depth of his words. He touched my cheek gently, sending a shiver down my spine."I have thought about it, and I promise to find a way for us. You, me, and Katya. You just have to trust me," he said, his eyes pleading with a vulnerability that made my chest tighten.I gradually nodded, knowing I would not hold him to his promise. The world was already unfair, and my people were unfortunate; there was no point in
CamilaI dressed quickly and went to Katya's room. To my surprise, she was still asleep. Since there was still time for breakfast, I decided to make crepes.Rushing to the kitchen, I began mixing the batter. I had just finished mixing it, when Ronan entered, carrying Katya in his arms."Crepes," he said, a smile spreading across his face. I knew how much he liked crepes. Ronan had a bit of a sweet tooth, something Arya never noticed."Do you need help?" he asked, still holding Katya gently."No, Sir," I replied out of habit, realising too late that I'd reverted to formalities. Ronan's expression shifted slightly, showing a hint of offense."It will take some time to get used to addressing you as an equal," I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed."Try. It's just us," he said, his tone gentle as he kissed my forehead. "I'll get her ready while you cook."I was taken aback. "What? Can you do it?""Just watch me," he said with a playful wink before heading out with Katya in his arms.The th
CamilaOn the first day of the following month, Ronan was called to the headquarters abruptly, leaving me in the house with Katya and Kenneth. He wasn't going to travel; it was just a quick meeting, and he would be back soon. I was going to miss him, but I held it in because Kenneth was in the house with us.As soon as Ronan left, I buried myself in work, trying to pass the time and avoid Kenneth.While I read a storybook to Katya in her room, Kenneth brought me food."You didn't have to, Kenneth," I said, looking up at him. He shook his head."You work too much these days. You should take a break; besides, I feel you are mad at me about something," he said, handing me the plate of food. I stared at him, wondering what he was talking about."Why do you say that?" I asked while taking a bite of the food. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I swallowed a spoonful of the rice."You don't talk to me; we don't cook together. It's like you are avoiding me. Did I do anything wrong?" he as
RonanI came home late that night, the darkness outside mirroring the heaviness in my heart.As I stepped quietly into the house, I headed to Katya’s room and noticed Camila sleeping on the air mattress.The sight tugged at my heartstrings. Kenneth had closed for the day, leaving Camila home alone. She looked so peaceful and vulnerable, and I couldn't bear to disturb her rest.Gently, I scooped Camila up from the mattress, careful not to wake her and Katya. She stirred in my arms, and my heart ached with love and worry. I softly kissed her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin against my lips."Sleep, it's okay," I whispered, my voice barely audible.She nestled closer and drifted back into her dreams. I carried her to her room, laying her gently on the bed, and watched her for a moment. She looked so angelic, so innocent, and it made my chest tighten with a mixture of love and fear.I returned to my room, slipped into something more comfortable and poured myself a drink, the liquid
Ronan"Mom," I called out as I walked downstairs. Camila glanced at me briefly before quickly looking away."Good morning, Master," she said, addressing me in the formal way my mother insisted on, which grated on me. I didn't want to accept the greeting, but I had no choice."Ronan, you're up! You must have slept like a log," my mother said with a bright smile."How can you live like this? No butler, no workers, nothing. Just you, Camila, and Katya. Why are you isolating yourself? Is it because of Arya? Are you still heartbroken?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.I shook my head, trying to dispel her worries."Far from it. I was over her before she left," I said, feeling the urge to leave the conversation. But my mother reached out and held me."At least have a cup of tea with me," she insisted, motioning for Camila to serve me."I'll serve myself. Go and eat your breakfast, Camila. Kenneth will clean up," I told Camila, trying to give her a break."Yes, Master," she replied, a
RonanMy mother raised her hands in surrender. "Very well, have it your way, but I can't give her a room in the house," she said, and I nodded."Then Katya will stay at the cottage with her mother until I return," I declared firmly.My mother's expression turned angry."Why do you have to be like Sergey, Ronan? What do you think people will say? People already know what happened with Leah, and we are just fixing things with the Semenov family. Then this..." she trailed off, and I cut her off."What thing are you fixing?" I asked, suspicion creeping into my voice. She paused, realising she had said too much."Martha told me that Leah plans to call off the wedding. She never got over you, and they are willing to reconcile and proceed..." she said, but I stood up, anger flaring."That ship sailed two years ago, Mother. Whatever Leah and I had is in the past now; she shouldn't bother calling off her upcoming wedding because I do not want her back," I said, a bitter chuckle escaping my lips