The Tycoon's Secret Wife's Escape novel Chapter 132

CASSIE 22: Curious Touch

CASSIE 22: Curious Touch

Ronan’s gaze pierced through me, sharp and consuming, as if he were seeing something in me no one else had ever noticed. My skin tingled with anticipation, aching for the touch of his hand moving with quiet grace behind the canvas.

The slow, deliberate movement of his throat with every swallow held a quiet intensity. I was sprawled lazily across his king bed, yellow roses from the bouquet he had given me after the show scattered around me like careless confessions. My hair fanned out around my head like seaweed drifting underwater, adding to the surreal tension that filled the room.

“I know you haven’t done this before,” he said at last, “Why did you accept my offer?”

I had no intention of telling him the truth.

“I was curious,” I replied simply. “I wanted to see how you’d react… and I wanted to meet a version of myself I’ve never known.”

For once in my life, I wanted to be fearless. To dance to the thrill of temptation, and Ronan Carter–he is the danger.

He kept painting, his brush gliding over the canvas in quiet, quick strokes.

The heat between us was unbearable, thick with unspoken desire. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t look away. My senses heightened, and every nerve tuned in to him. I watched through the soft glow of the light, completely caught up in the way he moved–so focused, his hands steady, his breath calm and deep.

Then, after hours of silence and brushwork, he muttered under his breath, almost like a confession: “God… I take back what I said before. I want to feel your breast.”

I smiled, a slow, teasing curve of my lips as the challenge shimmered in my eyes.

“Then why don’t you?”

His gaze darkened, locking onto mine with fire.

Then, without a word, the artist laid his brush aside, stepped out from behind the canvas… and came to claim his subject

on the bed.

His rough, calloused palm from the brushes grazed my cheek, sending a shiver down my nerve. He lingered for a moment, letting his breath hover just above my skin before I tasted the heat of his mouth.

We kissed with a wild intensity as if it were our last chance. His lips pulled me into a world of bliss, and with every

exchanged breath, the heat between us built, pushing us closer to the edge, where danger was no longer a distant thought but a consuming need.

Ronan bit my neck, a primal hunger in his touch as if he couldn’t wait to devour me. Obviously, he’d been aching to taste the most tempting parts of my body for a while.

His tongue slid over my skin, hot and wet, teasing my nipple with a slow, deliberate stroke.

I arched into him, the pleasure coiling inside me like a heated wave, a delicious warmth spreading through my core, intensifying my hunger for him.

There was something flickering in my eyes as I gazed at him, and his stare mirrored it perfectly. He spread my legs, giving himself the freedom to taste.

A moan escaped me, too overwhelmed by the pleasure. His lips were divine, fueling my yearning as if I needed him to claim

me at that moment.

His tongue flicked against my slit, teasing and tasting, while his hand gripped my thighs, steadying me as my body trembled beneath him.

“Ronan…” I murmured his name as I reached my first climax.

“You’re sweet, Cassie,” he murmured with desire. “And I want you…”

The way he took me was gentle, deliberate, savoring every moment. He moved slowly, with purpose, making sure I came first before allowing himself to release inside me.

I never thought about the consequences–only that I wanted to feel him, raw and deep inside me. With Ronan, there was no other thought in my mind but the thrill of something unfamiliar, a desire to push myself beyond the edge.

How dangerous it might be, I’d learn in time…

***

A new yellow rose with a long stem greeted me as I opened my eyes.

“Good morning, love…” he murmured softly. “How are you feeling? I’m really sorry. It seemed like I was too rough last night.”

Guilt and concern mixed in his eyes as he looked at me closely. I realized he thought the marks on my skin were the evidence he left from our time together the night before.

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CASSIE 22. Curious Touch

I instinctively drew the sheet closer, covering myself. “It’s fine. Last night felt…” I searched for the right words, like a beautiful dream.”

Sitting up, I wrapped my arms around his waist. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Come and see.” With gentle care, he wrapped me in his sheet and lifted me into his arms, carrying me to the dining table

Ronan had prepared breakfast for me. That’s when I remembered to check my phone.

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed, scrolling through notifications.

“What’s wrong?” Ronan’s voice was laced with concern as he looked at me.

I frowned at the screen. “A paparazzi caught us last night. Good thing they didn’t capture your vehicle’s plate number?

“Even if they had, they wouldn’t be able to identify the owner. Some license plates now have high–tech digital features that prevent them from being captured by cameras or phones–just another layer of privacy protection.”