Page 67 of Ruthless Guardian

“Are. You. Going. To. Fuck. Him?” He punctuates each word by sliding his hand an inch closer to the building heat between my thighs.

“What do you care?” I hiss. “You said the other night was a mistake, that you regretted it.”

“I never said I regretted it,principessa.” His voice is nothing more than a serrated whisper. “There isn’t a moment of what happened between us I would take back. It meant fucking everything.” His hand reaches my throbbing center, cupping it gently. “Just because I can’t have your pussy, doesn’t mean it’s not mine. Doesn’t mean that the thought of anyone else touching you makes me want to rip my own heart out.” His finger starts to move, stroking me over the silk of my panties.

A gasp works its way up my throat as my hips grind against the faint touch, desperate for more.

“I take it back,” he snaps. “I’m not getting earplugs, and I’ve decided for you, you’re not fucking that guy.”

Jeff waves at me from across the table, motioning at his phone then mouths anotherI’m sorry. He points toward the door, and I nod absentmindedly, too caught up in the building heat surging toward my lower half. I barely notice as he stands and walks out the door of the small trattoria, leaving me tucked into the small niche at the mercy of my ruthless guard.

The chair legs squeal against the wooden floor as Raf brings his chair closer. His finger dances across the waistband of my panties then slides beneath the silk before slipping between my wet folds. A groan vibrates his chest as he circles my clit, and my breaths start to come quicker. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,principessa.”

“How do you know it’s for you?” I rasp, even as my hips start to thrust, begging him for more.

He glances across the table at the empty seat. “Because I’m the only one here.” He shoves a finger inside me, and nerve-endings I didn’t even know I had roar to life.

“Fuck,” I groan as I quickly scan the trattoria. I don’t know how it’s possible that everyone seems too consumed with their own conversations to notice what’s happening in our little nook.

“What’s that,principessa? You want me to fuck you with my finger right here in the middle of this restaurant?”

“Umhmm.”Shit, what is wrong with me?

He nuzzles my ear, then his tongue darts out, sucking on my lobe. “Or should I sneak under the table and fuck you with my tongue again?”

“No, you can’t,” I squeal.

He runs his tongue across his bottom lip. “Mmm, I’ve been dreaming about that sweet taste, Isabella...”

Before I can put together another sentence, he drops under the table, hidden beneath the white linen.

“Raf, no!” I whisper-shout as his scruffy cheeks rub against my inner thighs. “What if Jeff comes back?”

But it’s too late. He’s already replaced his finger with his tongue, and raw pleasure shoots up my core.

“Madonna mia,” I pant as his tongue swirls around my swollen clit.

Then his finger is back, thrusting in and out of me in a frenetic pace as he sucks and licks me into oblivion. My head falls back, the restaurant blurring all around me. I’m vaguely aware I should not be doing this. Someone is going to notice. How could they not?

But pure pleasure roars through me, and all my fears melt away.

Raf’s free hand crawls up my dress, finding my breast. He kneads the sensitive flesh until my nipples pebble. At least I have the sense to grab a cloth napkin and tuck it into the collar of my blouse, covering his hand.

Fire races from my pussy, up to my breasts and all the way down to the base of my spine. It flares, growing more intense with each sweep of his tongue, every maddening thrust.

My hand dives under the table, fingers curling around Raf’s silky locks. I urge him closer until he devours me. A part of me is scared I’ll smother him, but the other part is too overwhelmed with pleasure to care. His tongue continues the devastating twirls, flicking faster then harder. The fire builds, a wave of pressure surging, and I’m seconds away from exploding. I’m so damned close…

“Raf,” I moan, “I’m going to come.”

And just like that, he wrenches his mouth from my pulsing center and pulls his finger away.

I snarl a curse, the sudden emptiness rolling through me. I’m horny and needy as all hell, the orgasm just beyond my grasp. “What the hell, Raf?” I growl.

His head pops up between my legs, the tablecloth just covering his dark waves. “That is your punishment,principessa. No one can touch your pussy but me, no one can make you come butme. The next time you force me to endure a night like this, you’ll know what a real punishment is.” My arousal glistens on his chin, and he runs his tongue across it, lapping me up.

“You asshole,” I hiss.

“And you’re a spoiled little mafia princess.” He smirks up at me. “But you’remyfucking mafia princess, and if I can’t have you, no one will.”

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