Chapter 7: The First Lesson
Chapter 7: The First Lesson
For a month, the basement echoed with gunfire.
Ronan stood behind her, adjusting her posture. His chest brushed against her back, his large hands guiding her arms. The physical proximity was intoxicating. The scent of gunpowder and his expensive cologne filled her senses.
"Breathe out," he murmured, his breath ghosting over her neck. "Squeeze. Don't pull."
She fired. Dead center.
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She turned her head to look at him, their faces inches apart. The tension that had been building between them for weeks finally snapped. Ronan’s control broke. He pressed her against the soundproof wall, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, consuming kiss.
It wasn't a question of dominance. It was a mutual surrender.
