Page 68 of Ruthless Guardian

Approaching footfalls sends my guard dipping back under the table only to pop up on the other side just as Jeff returns. Raf crawls out with a napkin clenched in his fingers and thankfully, my arousal no longer slickening his chin.

“I’m so sorry about that.” Jeff slips his phone back into his pocket and sits down. “When my mom starts talking, there’s no stopping her.”

“No problem,” I murmur, reaching for my glass of wine. I’m going to need another entire bottle.

“I hope I didn’t miss anything.”

Raf pulls his chair closer to the table, the sharp screech sending my heart slamming into my ribs. “Nope, nothing important at all.”

“So should we get some dessert?” Jeff’s bright eyes dart between us.

Raf shakes his head, a ridiculous grin on his face. “Oh, I just couldn’t eat another thing. I’m absolutely stuffed. My pus—pasta was exquisite, the best I’ve ever had.” He runs his tongue across his bottom lip again. “Sinfully delicious.”

All the heat raging down below surges to my cheeks, and I’m a second away from murdering the smirking bastard. How dare he withhold my orgasm?

The waiter returns, and I thankDiohe was busy five minutes ago. As Jeff orderscannolifor dessert, I lean toward Raf. “You think you’re the only one who can play this game,stronzo?” I whisper. “Just wait till we get home.”

CHAPTER 33

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

Raffaele

Standing at the end of the walkway to Jeff’s apartment as Isabella says her goodbyes, I force my lungs to draw in deep breaths then exhale slowly. Even from this distance, I can make out each quiet whisper, every drawn-out look, and each lingering touch. He’s probably trying to convince her to spend the night. Too bad that’ll never happen under my watch.

I’m beyond buzzed and still fully aware that I fucked up yet again tonight.

What’s worse is that I can’t seem to care. All my rules, my policies and procedures sailed out the damned door. Seeing my Isabella with another guy was just too damned much. Should I have feasted on her pussy at the restaurant in front of an audience, leaving her vulnerable? Absolutely not.

Do I regret it? Not one bit.

In fact, I can’t wait to get her home and do it again. And if she behaves this time, I may even let her come.

The click-clack of heels on cement draws my attention at the scowling woman marching toward me. Fuck, she looks hot when she’s pissed. Her cheeks are just as rosy as when she’s on the brink of an orgasm.

“Get in the car,” she hisses as she stomps past me.

“Yes,signorina.” Dipping my head, I follow behind her like a good boy. Only a few times with her, and I’m already whipped. But I’ll be damned if I admit that to her. If I hope to keep any sort of semblance of control, she must believe I’m still in charge.

I slip in front of her and open the car door, unable to keep the grin at bay.

“Stop smiling,” she grits out as she slides into the backseat.

“What?” I scoot in beside her, then signal for Sal to head home. Our driver’s dark eyes meet mine through the rearview mirror.

The moment he revs the engine, Isabella’s hand lands in my lap. She cups my cock over my slacks, and I’m instantly hard, despite knowing full well what she’s up to. Clearing my throat, I pivot toward her and start to unbuckle my belt.

Her eyes widen as she regards me, two pools of bottomless blue.

“I can play this game all day,principessa,” I whisper into her ear. “I’m okay with you not letting me come because I’ll just finish myself off when we get home. It doesn’t change the fact that I’ll have the image of your hand on my cock permanently ingrained in my mind.”

“You’re a liar,” she hisses and slips her hand beneath my boxers. “I’m going to get you so worked up, you’re going to beg me for release.” Her warm breath skates across the shell of my ear, and I only get harder. Sure, I’d love to come in her hand, or better, that tight, wet pussy, but some of Isabella is better than nothing at all.

That’s how stupidly addicted I already am.

Her warm fingers close around me, and I instinctively start to move against her palm.Cazzo, she feels good, even though I know she’s only doing this to fuck with me. Her hand swirls around my length, fingers toying with my balls until she starts to pump faster. My breaths start to grow ragged, and I glance up at the mirror and catch a glimpse of Sal’s watchful eye.

Fucking around with Isabella is one thing, but the other guards knowing about it is where I draw the line. I have no doubt Luca Valentino would cut off my cock at that inexcusable offense.

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