Page 82 of Ruthless Guardian

I may not be in love with—wait… no, it can’t be. My heart skitters on a beat. It’s the rush of emotions, of hormones and adrenaline. It’s notthat. It can’t be.

He makes me laugh like no one else while driving me crazy like no other. Just because I think about him constantly, I want to be near him at all times, and I’ve never felt safer around anyone else, it doesn’t mean…

His eyes lance into mine, enormous pupils nearly eclipsing his midnight irises. “Are you ready to come for me again?”

“So ready,” I pant, driving the spiraling thoughts to the far corners of my mind to deal with later.

He stills inside me, both his finger and cock freezing, and I barely restrain the frustrated whine from slipping out. “You’re mine, do you understand,principessa? Now that I’ve had this pussy, claimed it as mine, no one else can have you.Capisci?”

I nod because at that moment as he holds my orgasm hostage, I would agree to anything. I don’t consider theconsequences of my promise because I can barely think at all with that delicious heat racing through my veins.

“I want you to say it, Isabella.”

“My pussy is yours,” I pant.

“You are mine.” A pair of tormented, slightly unhinged eyes stare down at me from beneath a tumble of dark hair.

“I am yours,” I echo. I want it to be a lie. I tell myself it’s just for the orgasm, but a part of me believes every traitorous word.

And just like that, I plummet over the edge of sanity as he thrusts into me one last time. Blazing pleasure rips at my spine then tears through my veins, rushing through every inch of me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, the depth of raging emotions, the intense ecstasy. I’m barely aware as Raf’s cock jerks inside me, and my name parts his lips. Warmth spills down my leg as he fills me up with his cum, and I only squeeze him tighter, trying to wring out every last ounce of pleasure.

“Cazzo, Isa,” he pants as he drops down on top of me, both of us glistening with sweat. His forehead dips to mine, and a heart-wrenching grin splits his lips. “That was not what I expected…”

Me neither. It was a thousand times better than I’d ever imagined.

And that is terrifying…

CHAPTER 40

A FIERY BLAZE

Raffaele

I lay there, on top of Isabella for a long moment, my cock still buried in her sweetness, like a totalcoglionetrying to catch my breath and calm my racing heart. And keep myself from just staring at her. She looks so beautiful, hair wild, cheeks rosy, pouty lips swollen, all mussed up from fucking.

She looks absolutely perfect.

She looks likemine.

I can’t tear my gaze away from her. I want to commit this moment to memory, capture it and emblazon it in my mind where it will remain rent free until the day I die. This gorgeous, intelligent, amazing woman gave herself to me, tome. I don’t fucking deserve her, but I will take her anyway because that is the type of man I am.

And if she’ll let me, I’ll claim her as mine over and over again until the sun rises.

Isabella squirms beneath me, tearing me from my scattered thoughts.Dio, I must be crushing her. “Are you okay?”

She nods, her legs still clamped around my hips.

“Do you want me to move?”

She shakes her head, and a breathy sigh spills out. We fit so damned perfectly together. A part of me was scared I’d hurt her. I’d never been with a virgin, and I was admittedly big, but that pussy had stretched to fit me effortlessly. It had never felt this right with any other woman, not even?—

I cut off my dark musings of the past, refusing to compare the two. Isabella is not Laura, and she would never end up that way. I would put my life before hers a thousand times over before I let anyone touch her.

“Are you tired?”

She hasn’t spoken now for a few whole minutes which is very unlike my chatty princess.

“A little,” she finally murmurs.

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