Page 60 of Ruthless Guardian

“You’re gorgeous. I know it and you know it,principessa. And now, I want to know how you taste.” I dip my head betweenher legs, my eyes fixed to hers. The vivid blue sparkles with excitement as she traps her bottom lip between her teeth.

I slowly run my tongue across her center, tasting her, memorizing her. I keep my eyes locked on hers, to take in the curve of her lips, the flush of her cheeks andDio, it’s so damned sexy. “Mmm, wet and ready for me,principessa, just how I like it. If only you were this obedient in all aspects of our relationship.”

Her eyes narrow as she regards me. “Fuck you…” A playful smile curls her lips.

“You’re about to.”

She wriggles beneath my heated gaze, and I run my free hand up her torso to pin her to the couch. “You’re not going anywhere,” I murmur against her clit.

Her hips buck at the vibrations and I only work harder, twirling my tongue around the sensitive collection of nerves.

“Oh, Raf…” she moans, her head falling back against the cushion and finally severing our connection. “Fuck, is there anything you’re not good at?”

A deep chuckle erupts, my warm breath spilling across the light smattering of dark curls. She gasps and her hands find my head, fingers running through my hair. She can barely contain herself from shoving my mouth into her needy pussy. I can feel the barely restrained pressure on my scalp.

So I give her what she wants, and I devour her.

Thrusting my tongue inside her, I fuck her hard and fast, licking and sucking as my finger circles her clit. I can feel her orgasm building as her breaths come more quickly, and she tightens around my tongue.

“Are you ready to come for me?” I remove my tongue for a second, but I replace it with two fingers and thrust deep inside her. Fuck, she’s so tight. My cock is so damned hard it hurts as I imagine her wrapped around me.

“Don’t stop.” Her fingers curl around my hair, drawing me to her apex. “Please, don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“Oh, I’m just getting started,principessa. After this, I’m going to have you coming on my cock. I can’t wait to feel that tight pussy of yours around my dick.”

She lets out a gasp, cheeks flaring crimson.

“What? Has no one ever dared talk to the mafia princess like this?” I thrust my fingers deeper, curling to find the spot. Her pussy walls tighten around me, trying to wring out her pleasure.

She shakes her head, biting down on her lip.

Shit, did I go too far? “Do you like it?” Damn, why do I sound so flustered? I’ve never cared what a woman liked or didn’t like in bed. I took what I wanted, fucked as I pleased, and was never nice about it either.

“I think I do,” she finally whispers a long minute later. “I never thought I would but?—”

I drop down between her thighs again and fuck her with my tongue. She tastes like heaven, like my redemption and salvation all rolled into one. My hand reaches up to find her breast, kneading the soft, delicate skin as I coax her nipple into a hard tip.

She groans again, fingers diving into my hair. “Raf, I’m going to come.”

“Good girl...” I purr against her swollen clit. “Come for me, baby.” With one final thrust of my fingers and a flick of my tongue, she unravels.

AndDio, I was right, the sight of her coming undone formeis enough to ruin me, body and soul.

I remain perfectly still, watching her as the waves of pleasure roar through her, brighten her eyes, flood her cheeks and make her squirm in delight. Her chest rises and falls in a rapid rhythm, her breasts bouncing with each ragged inhale. My cock strainsagainst my sweatpants, a second away from breaking through the flimsy barrier.

That pussy ismine.

Just one taste and I’ve claimed it.

No one will ever have her again.

Even through the haze of lust, I know how illogical I sound. I promised myself and her this would be a one-time thing. After tonight, I can never let this happen again. I just need to get her out of my system. One time and I’ll be good, back to one hundred percent dedicated guard duty. And still, the idea of another man daring to touch her…Dio, it makes me want to strangle someone.

Once the heady vibrations subside, Isabella’s body goes slack against the couch, a satisfied smile relaxing her typically tense expression. “That was?—”

“Amazing? Incredible? Life changing?” I offer a smug grin.

“Unexpected.” She throws me a smirk in return.

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