Page 17 of Taming a Ruthless Heart

I peel my heavy eyelids open, blinking against the dark, trying to focus.But my vision is blurry, disjointed.The world around me starts to shift, and I feel myself slipping away from the dream, the pleasure fading as reality comes rushing back in.

The moonlight spills in through the wall-to-wall windows, casting long shadows across the bed.My heart is still racing, my body still trembling with the remnants of the dream, but something feels… off.

It takes me a moment to realize why.

This isn’t my room.

I’m in Dave’s bed.

And I’m sitting on his very hard cock.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, my face burning with embarrassment as I bury it in my hands.

Dave chuckles softly, his voice rough with sleep.“You did it again, Alexia.Sleepwalking around the house.”

I groan, mortified, still hiding my face.“Oh shit.”

“Relax,” he says, his voice teasing now, though I can hear the control simmering just beneath it.He gently pries my hands away from my hot cheeks.His fingers are warm against mine, and despite my embarrassment, the sensation sends a shiver down my spine.“Good thing you don’t sleep in your birthday suit anymore.”

I chew my lower lip, resisting the urge to tell him I actually prefer sleeping naked.The only reason I’m not right now is because I didn’t feel comfortable doing so in a strange house.I glance down at what I’m wearing, my skin flushed under the thin fabric of the jersey.

He leans in, his voice low as he adds, “Wouldn’t want my guards to get a free peek, would we?”

His words, a mixture of possessiveness and desire, ignite something inside me that I haven’t felt in a long time.I should be mortified, but his closeness, the weight of him beneath me, the way his cock is pressing insistently against me, all of it is a heady reminder of what we once had.

I can’t help it.I brush my lips against his mouth, swiping my tongue along the plump curve of his lower lip.

He rasps, “Alexia, this isn’t a good idea.”

“I miss your taste,” I insist, my voice low.

His body stiffens beneath me, and for a moment, I think he’s going to push me away.He doesn’t.Instead, he kisses me back, his lips claiming mine.His fingers tangle in my hair, yanking at the roots, making my heart skip a few beats.It’s a dominant’s kiss.Dave possesses my mouth.Yet his kiss is full of longing, full of heat, full of the years we’ve spent apart.But just as quickly as it begins, he pulls away, his hands firm on my shoulders, holding me at arm’s length.His breathing is ragged as he stares down at me, his expression torn.I can see the conflict in his eyes, the burden of our shared past, the unspoken words between us.

“This changes nothing,” he says softly, though there’s a hint of sadness in his voice.“We still have too much baggage.Too much unfinished business.”

“I know,” I confess, my voice hoarse from the intensity of the moment.

For a second, neither of us says anything.The room is quiet, the only sound the gentle lapping of the waves outside the window.I reach up, brushing a lock of hair away from his face, my fingers lingering on his cheek, the stubble teasing my skin.

“But for now, can we just have this?Just this moment?Just this once.”

His green eyes flash in the dim light, his jaw tightening.I can see the battle going on inside him, the tension between what he wants and what he thinks is right.But I don’t care about right.Not now.I just need this moment.I need him.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice soft but full of intent.“Please, Sir.Can I have this?”

His resolve falters at my words, and I know I’ve hit a nerve.He closes his eyes for a second, breathing deeply, and when he opens them again, they’re full of the same fire I remember.My Master is back.His grip tightens on my hips, and I can feel the shift in the air between us.The dominant side of him that always took control, always knew how to push me to my limits—it’s back.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his voice thick with desire.“You always knew how to get what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“Only with you.”I nod, biting back a smile and adding, sassy, “Sir.”

His hands slide down to my thighs, his touch firm but gentle as he spreads them wider, his fingers skimming the hem of the jersey.His eyes darken when he realizes I’m not wearing panties.“Of course you aren’t,” he whispers, his tone full of approval.“Good girl.”

The words send a thrill through me, my body responding instantly to his dominance.He’s in control now, and I’m more than willing to let him take the reins.

He flips me onto my back in one smooth motion, his body covering mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress.I gasp as his lips find a sensitive spot on my neck, his breath hot against my skin.His hands roam my body, sliding under the jersey, cupping my breasts.He rubs my nipples between his fingers.His touch is familiar and electrifying.He knows every inch of me, knows exactly how to make me come undone.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers, his mouth teasing my ear.His hand slides between my legs, his fingers finding the slick heat there.“You’re so ready.”

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