Page 60 of Ruthless Royalty

He lifts me off the ground, carrying me to the bedroom with ease, and I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as I kiss him like my life depends on it. When we reach the bed, he lays me down gently, his hands roaming over my body, setting my skin on fire with every touch.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “I don’t deserve you.”

I reach up, cupping his face in my hands, pulling him down to kiss me again. “You’re wrong,” I whisper against his lips. “We deserve each other.”

He kisses me slow and deep, like he’s trying to memorize thetaste of me. As he undresses me, his hands are gentle, reverent, like he’s afraid I might disappear if he’s not careful. But I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever.

I don’t regret it. Not a single fucking thing.

Moving off the bed, I watch as he takes off his jeans and boxer briefs; the clink of his belt sending a thrill right through me. His eyes never leave mine and I can feel myself combusting at the look in them … like I’m nothing but prey for him to devour.

He strokes his cock and my mouth waters at the sight. His cock is thick and veiny, curved just right that I know it will hit all those yummy spots inside of me. God, no wonder he’s so damn arrogant, his dick is perfect.

“Come here, Kitten,” he says, holding out his hand to me and I get off the bed to take it. He draws his hand toward my throat, grips it, and pulls me down to a kneeling position.

I don’t have to ask him anything; I know how he wants me.

He strokes my hair with one hand and his cock with the other as I peer up at him, that smirk never leaving his face.

“You look so good on your knees,” he says, tightening his grip on my hair. “Open up and worship your king, baby.”

A shiver runs up my spine at his words, and I can do nothing but obey. I take his cock in my hand and lick him from base to tip, feeling him shudder above me. Something tells me that Gio isn’t the type of man who likes to be teased, so I open my mouth, drop my tongue and take him all the way.

“Oh, fuck,”he groans when the head of his cock hits the back of my throat and I gag, but I push past my gag reflex to take in more of him. He grips my hair and sucks in a breath through his teeth, guiding my mouth down his shaft in a fast rhythm.

“Your mouth is heaven, baby,” he murmurs, the grip on my hair tightening. “So.Fucking.Perfect.”

The feel of his velvet cock inside of my mouth, coupled with the filthy sounds he’s making, has my core clenching around nothing.I open my eyes to look up at him, finding nothing but animalistic desire on his face.

With my hands on his thighs, I feel him tensing up, but as much as I want to taste him, I need to feel him throbbing inside of me more. So, I unlatch myself from his cock and peer up at him.

“Look at you,” he says with a smirk, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip. “My perfect little slut. Do you need my cock, baby?”

Fuck this man and knowing what I like even before I do.

I nod and his hand is at my throat again as he guides me to my feet before he lays me down on the bed again. He’s looking at me with that same predatory gaze as before when he settles in between my legs.

Giovanni’s hands and lips move over my body, and I let myself get lost in him, in the heat and the intensity that only he can bring out in me.

“I’m going to mark this pretty pussy as mine, Kitten,” he says while giving me biting kisses towards my chest. “Need you to feel me all day tomorrow.”

I arch my back when his mouth covers one of my nipples, suckling it while he rolls the other one underneath his thumb and pinching it hard. I can’t help the way I grind my hips against his abs; my clit needing fucking friction.

“Patience, baby,” he groans, then he flips up over so I’m on top.

I gasp. “Gio … Wait?—”

“I’m not fucking waiting. Every part of you is mine to worship,” he growls and tightens his grip on my thighs. “I’ve wanted this cunt on my face since I went down on my knees for it. Now, move, baby.”

My eyes widen and my cheeks warm at the order, but I can’t bring myself to stop moving towards his face. He grins up at me ashe watches me grab the headboard, then he licks a hot strip right up my slit.

“Oh … Fuck?—”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groans, biting the inside of my thigh. “Don’t just sit pretty; ride my face, baby. Think about all those times I pissed you off, and use me.”

I look down at him, his hazel eyes shining with such possession that I feel my face heating up even more. Fuck, I’ve never had to ride someone’s face before, so how do I…

I grind down on his waiting mouth and feel him groaning against my pussy, flattening his tongue. Gripping the headboard, I swallow deeply and think of all the times Gio pissed me off these past few weeks—then I let go.

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