Page 43 of Ruthless Guardian

“Why?”

“There are countless reasons,principessa, but mostly right now because you’re drunk,” I growl, pissed at myself for getting into this situation.

“I am not.” She rolls her eyes so hard only the whites show.

I release her hand then grab her ankle in an attempt to pry her leg off my hip. Her hold only tightens, and I’m impressed by her strength. And also, even more turned on. “Let go of me, Isabella. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She laughs again. “I’d like to see you try.”

Now, it’s my turn to chuckle. “If I wanted to, I’d have you incapacitated before you could blink.”

“Wanna bet?” Amusement sparks across the brilliant blue of her irises. “How about this, if you canincapacitateme in under a minute, I’ll never mentionthisagain.” She signals between us. “But if you can’t, I get what I want.”

“Which is what exactly?” My brow arches unbidden because this girl is just full of surprises.

Her shoulders lift, a faint crimson hue blossoming across her cheeks. “A much-needed release.”

Cazzo, do I need that too.

Clenching my jaw, I consider the madness of this request. On the one hand, there’s no way I don’t win in this scenario. Maybe it will earn me some goodwill if I agree, and she’ll be more amenable going forward. “Fine, you’ve got yourself a deal,principessa.”

Placing my free hand between us as I continue to brace myself only inches over her, I motion to my watch. “Set the timer for sixty seconds.”

She nimbly finds the app and hovers her finger over the start button. “Ready?”

“Always.”

Her leg tightens around my hip, drawing me nearly flush against her. My cock rubs against her center, and I barely restrain a groan. Damn it. If only my hand wasn’t occupied holding myself up, I’d snap that hair tie around my wrist again to control my maddening urges. Nothing like some negative reinforcement to rid myself of this highly inappropriate behavior.

She presses the button, and her other leg curls around my waist, then her ankles lock around me. Again, I’m surprised by the strength in her thighs, so much that I freeze for an instant. Then my entire body locks up when her hips rock up, rubbing against my cock.

“Hey!” I bark, “that’s not fair.”

“No one said anything about fair.” She rocks harder, and fire surges at the tormenting friction lighting a blaze between us. “My Krav Maga sensei always told me there are no rules when it comes to escaping an attacker.”

I lose precious seconds with this argument when I should be focusing on peeling her body from mine. Instead, my stupid thoughts are focused on finding a way to slip her pants off so I can bury my throbbing dick inside her.

“Stop that!” I hiss, and her stunned eyes meet mine. “I can’t focus.”

“What? The perfectionist bodyguard Raffaele Ferrara can’t handle a little challenge?”

“This is cheating.” I’ve never had to overcome lust and my traitorous cock when battling an assailant.

“Tick tock…” She eyes my watch as the timer counts down.

Merda, I cannot lose. Throwing my body to the right, I attempt to wrench myself free but she rolls with me, and we tumble right off the mattress. I hit the floor with a grunt, the tiny sliver of space between the bed and the wall barely wide enough for my shoulders.

Isabella straightens, straddling me triumphantly as the seconds continue to wind down. My hands clamp around her thighs, desperate to remove her as my cock strains against my jeans, shouting for her attention. I’m a second from prying her free when she starts to rock against me again, the tantalizing motion of her hips shooting fire from my dick, down my legs to the tips of my toes.

Cazzo, what is it about this woman?

I can barely stand her most of the time, but a few seconds of over-the-clothes action, and I’m like a horny teenager.

“Isabella…” It’s meant to be a warning, but it comes out as a desperate, needy plea.

She rubs against me again, and a faint moan parts her lips.

Fuck…

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