Page 61 of Ruthless Royalty

He tightens his hold on my thighs when I move my hips and I shudder at the sensation of his tongue working circles around the sensitive nub. I feel him slipping two fingers inside of me and I move my hips faster, chasing the orgasm that’s slowly building.

The cold bite of his signet ring makes me throw my head back, and I’m not letting the sounds I’m making hinder me. I cry out at the way I use his tongue to continuously drag through my folds; teasing my clit, biting it gently until I’m shaking and clamping his head with my thighs.

Fuck, how is he so good at this even when I’m on top?

“At least… fuck, at least I can get you to shut up this way,” I joke and feel him gently bite down on my clit. “Gio!”

“Babygirl, you might be on top, but you still need my tongue,” he says, then his hold on my hips tightens and he lifts me up and flips us around so he’s on top. “Fuck it, I can’t wait anymore.”

Then he slams so hard inside of me that my vision blurs.

“Oh, God?—”

“God? Baby, I’m the only one you should be calling on right now,” he says with a grin, his eyes glazed over as he thrusts inside of me.

I can’t even bring myself to roll my eyes at that cocky sentence because he has my eyes rolling for a completely different reason. His hand moves to my throat again and his fingers squeeze my pulse.

“No one else gets to own you like I do, Chiara,” he growls, his hips snapping hard against me and I grip the covers as the moans slip from my mouth. “Tell me again who you belong to.”

I move my hands from his shoulders to his hair, pulling his face down toward mine. “I belong to you, but you better not forget who owns you, either.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look at me with pride like Giovanni does, and a slow smirk forms on his lips.

“Damn right,” he says with a grin and moves his hand from my throat to my clit, rubbing slow circles around it as he fucks me hard.

My back arches from the bed, and my breath hitches with every claim he lays to my body. Everything else fades away and the only thing I’m focused on is the sensation of his cock filling me.

“I can’t hear you, baby,” he growls. “I need you loud … Give me those fucking moans.”

The sounds our bodies make as they meet can probably be heard all around his Suite, but I find that I don’t give a damn at that moment.

Giovanni Basile is mine in every fucking way possible.

My walls start to clench around him and he groans loudly, leaning back to slip one of my legs over his shoulder. I cry out when I feel him hitting the perfect spot to make me see stars, and when his fingers start working on my clit, my breath hitches…

Then my entire body fucking splinters under him.

“Goodfuckinggirl; always so damn perfect,” he growls, gripping my thighs and picking up his pace. “God, this cunt was made for me … driving me fucking wild, baby.”

He continues to whisper incoherent, filthy words while my vision swims into focus. His muscles tense, and he lets out a low groan when I feel his cock pulsing inside of me. Falling forward, he crashes his lips to mine.

When he breaks off our kiss, he draws his forehead to mine and we try to catch our breaths. My body is boneless beneath him and when he pulls out, I let out a whimper while still clenching around nothing.

“You’re perfect when you’re under me, exactly where you belong,” he says, and I open my eyes to look at him when he sits back on his haunches. I watch as he looks between my legs at his cum dripping out of me, then my face flares up when he pushes it back inside.

“Gio—!”

“Your pussy looks pretty with my cum inside it, Kitten,” he purrs and bites his bottom lip. “Need to fill you up more, though. This wasn’t close to being enough.”

My eyes widen when he thrusts inside of me again, his cock still impossibly hard, then he turns us around so I’m on top.

He pistons upwards and I gasp. “Your turn,Mia Regina. Show me how much you own me.”

GIOVANNI

My body feels heavy, a pleasant ache reminding me of everything that happened last night. Chiara’s curled up beside me, her dark hair splayed out across the pillow, her lips slightly parted as she sleeps.

She looks peaceful, almost innocent, like she doesn’t have a care in the world. But I know better. I know the fire that burns inside her, the same fire that drew me to her in the first place. And as I watch her sleep, a cold realization settles in my chest.

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