Page 69 of Ruthless Royalty

“My little slut, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I murmur, slipping a finger inside of her and biting back a groan. Fuck, she isn’t just glistening, she’s soaked.

I pull my finger out, spread her pussy lips and run my signet ring over her clit. She shudders, and I see her bite her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning.

Good. No one else is supposed to hear her.

Running tight circles over her clit with my ring, I wait until she wants to close her legs before I lean forward and flatten my tongue against her slit. She gasps and I feel her fingers in my hair, pulling it hard.

I can’t help but grin against her cunt as I spread her legs and eat her out, because I know I’ve pushed her out of her comfort zone. Good, I know what she’s capable of and sometimes she needs that push.

“Gio…” she gasps after a while, her hold on my hair tightening and I peer up at her. “I’m gonna?—”

She doesn’t finish that line and tries to close her legs, but I’m gripping her too hard; my fingers digging into the soft skin of her upper thighs. A moan slips out of her mouth and she slaps a hand over her mouth before she starts trembling in her seat.

I push two fingers inside of her and sit back, letting her ride out her orgasm on my fingers. Then, with my fingers still inside of her, I slip back into my chair; her pussy still flutteringaround my digits.

“Good girl,” I whisper and pull my fingers out, licking them clean. Her face is red, and she looks completely pissed off with me.

“What the hell was that?!” she exclaims as quietly as possible, her eyes flitting across the room, but there’s still no one in here with us. “Someone could have seen us!”

“That’s half the fun, baby,” I say with a smirk, leaning back and crossing my arms. “Besides, I had the library cleared out after we got here, anyway. Why do you think I was on my phone so much?”

The look of disbelief on her face is fucking priceless.

Iwatch Chiara walk to her next class, the memory of her lips still lingering on mine. There’s something in the way she moves, a confidence that wasn’t there before.

I came clean about everything to her; about Armand, my father, and how he’s sold off every daughter he’s ever had. She was shocked, of course, who wouldn’t be? But she still didn’t flinch; she still wants to be with me.

And fuck if that doesn’t make me feel like I’ve already won.

Just as I’m about to head inside, I catch a glimpse of Leo standing a few feet away, his jaw clenched tight, eyes narrowed. He looks like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode, and I know exactly why.

He’s been stewing ever since Chiara and I got together, and I’ve been waiting for him to finally grow a pair and confront me about it. Seems like today’s the day.

He blocks my path, and for a second, we just stare at each other, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife. I can see the accusation in his eyes, the way he’s already decided I’m the villain in his little story.

“Giovanni,” he says, his voice tight with barely controlled anger. “We need to talk.”

I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest as I look him up and down. “Do we?” I reply casually, like I’m greeting an old friend instead of a guy who looks like he’s about to throw a punch.

“Don’t play dumb,” he snaps, eyes burning with the kind of fury only a man in love can muster. Cute. “You’re forcing her into this, manipulating her. She doesn’t belong with you. You’re fucking dangerous, and she’s too good for you.”

I almost laugh at that, but I manage to keep it in. Instead, I give him a slow, lazy grin, the kind that I know pisses him off. I’m certainly not about to let some pretty boy try to intimidate me.

“You sure about that, Leo? Because when she was riding my dick last night, she didn’t look forced.”

Leo’s face flushes with anger, his fists clenching at his sides. “She’s confused and fucking scared. I know you and your type; you take advantage of the weak. You’re twisting her around your little finger, making her think she has no choice.”

The words hit me, not because they’re true, but because they reveal just how deeply this idiot thinks he knows Chiara. I take a step closer, my smirk fading as I let my true feelings show.

“Listen, Volkov. I don’t give a fuck what you think you know about Chiara. But thinking I’m taking advantage of her? That’s honestly so fucking laughable, it’s pathetic.”

He doesn’t back down, his eyes flashing with determination. “I’m not going to let you hurt her, Giovanni. She deserves better.”

“Better?” I scoff, shaking my head. “And you think you’re that‘better,’huh? You’re delusional if you believe that she wants someone like you over what she has with me. We both know you couldn’t handle her even if she gave you the time of day.”

“She’s not yours, Gio,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re going to leave her alone, or so help me?—”

“Or what?” I cut him off, my voice dropping to match his tone. I close the distance between us until we’re practically nose to nose. “What exactly do you think you’re going to do? Fight me? Go after my family? I’d love to see you try.”

---