His plump mate (Rebel and Austin) by Buchanan novel Chapter 702

Candy POV

“Fuck! Yes! Harder!” I screamed.

Ronan has been punishing me for the last two days. Every time he sees me, he sees red. He doesn’t like me parading myself in front of the warriors, so I get a punishment fuck out of it. All of my nerve endings are on fire.

“What did I tell you, Candy? I told you not to parade your ass. Do you want them fucking you?” Ronan asked, growling as he continued his brutal pace.

“Yes! I want you and them!” I screamed, knowing he would spank me harder. As predicted, he does, and my body is at its breaking point.

Just as my body is trembling and I’m getting ready to come, Ronan stops, finishes on my back, and pulls up his pants. “You don’t get to finish today. Stay frustrated, like you had me today.”

My body is throbbing, and I’m not getting my release? “What the fuck, Ronan?! You’re leaving me hanging?”

“Yes. Deal with it. You don’t get to come until I allow it, Candy. You are mine, and you know that. You don’t get to fuck everyone just because I am busy.”

“We agreed!” I spat back.

“I agreed to one. Not to you bending over for all the warriors to get a turn like you were a fucking lazy susan!” He spat back.

“You are impossible!” I said, pouting. I stormed into the shower, washed my body, got dressed, and then stormed out of the room.

I’m hungry, so I went to the dining room. When I entered, I saw Julian eating by himself. He doesn’t look like he is in a good mood. Well, misery loves company. I pull up the chair across from him and sit down. Someone from the kitchen staff immediately brings me a plate of food.

“Pissed?” I asked.

“Contemplative,” he replied.

“Plotting revenge. Got it.”

He chuckled. “You brass. Have you always been that way?”

“Yes. I make no apologies for it either. Would you?”

“I never have. Why would I start now? What has you upset?” he asked me.

“Sexual frustrations. Plus, I’m tired of waiting here. When are we moving out to destroy Blackstone?”

He smirked at me. “Sorry if Ronan isn’t doing it for you. We are moving out very soon. I’m waiting for a couple of things to come through, and then we will be ready to move out. Hopefully, in a couple of days.”

I huffed. “Fine.”

I started eating my food, but I’m still frustrated. Ronan went back to the lab to finish bottling up the rest of the masking potion. I’m mad at him. I don’t want him touching me now.

“I have a question. The tool that was created. What’s it supposed to do?” I asked.

“Drain strength from your opponent. Then it makes them weak and easier to eliminate,” he said.

“Sinclair and Angelo made it?” I asked.

Julian stopped eating. He looked at me, and then it was like realization finally dawned on him. “Fuck.”

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