Page 69 of Ruthless Guardian

So despite how good she feels, I wrap my hand around her wrist and attempt to pry her off.

“Oh, I’m just getting started, Raf,” she murmurs.

“Maybe we can finish this exquisite torture when we get back to the apartment?” I whisper before ticking my head up at the rearview mirror. Isabella’s smirk grows downright wicked.

She brings her lips to my ear, her breath sending goose bumps rippling down my arms. “Are you afraid, Mr. Ferrara? Scared thatPapàwill find out you want to fuck his only daughter and heir?” Her devastating strokes quicken, and my heart struggles to keep up with the accelerating tempo.

I bite my tongue to keep the groan from spilling through my clenched teeth. “Isabella,” I warn.

“What’s the matter, Raf? You can’t take a little payback?”

Her eyes glisten with mischief as she regards me with a devilish grin. She continues to stroke harder, precum slickening her hand so she easily glides up and down my hard length.

“Iwantyou to come,stronzo. I want to hear my name on your lips as you explode all over your pants so Sal can see exactly what we’ve been up to.” She narrows her eyes. “How long do you think until he tellsPapà?”

“Isabella,” I growl as liquid lightning races through my veins. This woman has me strung so tight, I could come on the spot.Luckily, I have a little more self-control than that, despite the wine. “Think about it. If I get sent home, you’ll be next. No bodyguard, no internship in Rome.”

“Oh, you’ll be sent home, all right. In a box.”

I nod, swallowing hard as the pleasure blossoms to nearly uncontainable levels. “I’m fully aware of that possibility,principessa.” I pause before the traitorous words slip out. “And I still can’t stay away from you.”

She starts to slow her pace, and the fire wanes to a more comfortable temperature. I take advantage to plead my case.

Leaning in close, my hand itches to cup her cheek, but I don’t dare with Sal’s wandering eyes. “Do you want me dead, Isabella, is that what you want?”

“No,” she mutters.

“Then what do you want?”

A moment of charged silence passes between us. Her hand still strangles my cock, but she’s stopped moving. I’m not even sure she’s still breathing.

“Isabella?”

She snags her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes chasing down to my mouth. “What I’ve always wanted… I want you to fuck me,” she finally whispers, gaze still not meeting mine.

As if those words have a straight line to my cock, the fading fire ignites once again, and I start to thrust against her palm. Grasping her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I force her eyes to mine. There are a million reasons why I should say no: my life, her life, my rules, just to name a few. I have every intention of denying her because it is the sane thing to do. But somehow, my brain malfunctions with her hand still rubbing my cock and instead, I blurt, “All you had to do was ask.”

Her smile brightens and despite growing up in one of the most breathtaking cities in the world, it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. I keep telling myself this thing between us isonly physical, an itch I just can’t scratch. That once I’ve had her, I’ll be able to move on and focus on my duties as her bodyguard.

But the mad thumping of my heart calls me a fucking liar.

It’s more than just the desire to claim her, to possess her. The little mafia princess has awakened my cold, dead heart. And that is the most dangerous thing of all.

“Okay,” she breathes before removing her hand from beneath my boxers.

I grit out a curse as she does. Another day of blue balls. Or maybe not… “When exactly were you thinking?”

A devious chuckle parts her lips. “Let’s have another glass of wine when we get back to the apartment, and we can talk about it.”

“Okay, I like that. Maybe we can set out some ground rules.”

She rolls her eyes at me so hard my palm twitches. “No rules, Raf. We’re doing this my way.”

“But—”

Her hand flies up, and she presses her finger to my lips. My familiar scent races up to my nostrils, and fuck, I love that she smells like me. I never want her to smell like anyone else. If I could, I would cover her in my cum so that everyone knows Isabella Valentino is mine.

“Okay,” I murmur against her finger. With a quick glance up at the mirror, I confirm Sal’s eyes are elsewhere before sucking it into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around her finger, I watch her as her cheeks redden and her lips curve into a capital O.

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