Page 72 of Ruthless Guardian

CHAPTER 35

COCK BLOCKER

Raffaele

A lethal mix of fury and jealousy pounds into me in time with the raging beat of the DJ’s house mix. Isabella and Serena are encircled by a ravenous group of Italian men and if one more guy so much as brushes by her, I’m going to lose my shit.

Even the cool air of the open-air nightclub atop the surrounding hills of Rome does little to ice my temper. The past twenty-four hours have been absolute torture.Diomust really have it in for me. How is it possible that the moment Isabella and I decide to give into temptation, the grand cock blocker of all cock blockers shows up on our doorstep?

Not that I mind Serena as a person, but does she really have to insist on sleeping with Isa for the length of her stay? As if the nightclubs aren’t bad enough…

Another breeze kicks off the hill, sending cool air across the old medieval fortress turned summer nightclub. Isabella sweeps the tumble of dark hair behind her ears, her forehead glistening with perspiration. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips glossy witha bright pink hue, and she’s the most gorgeous woman in here. No wonder all the men are salivating around her like mongrels. Serena, too, is certainly beautiful with her long, curly blonde hair and eyes glittering with amusement, but beside my Isa, she pales in comparison. Any woman does. Regardless, between the two of them, it’s been a long line of waiting men all night.

I’m not sure how much more I can take.

When a guy in a sports jacket and pink shorts makes his move toward Isabella, cramming his body between her and Serena, I can’t control my legs from marching toward her. My fingers close around her upper arm and jerk her hard against me. The guy shoots me a scowl, and I throw him my middle finger in response.

“Raf,” she breathes, a hint of a scolding in her tone, but still her body curves to mine.

“What? Did you actually want thatcoglionegrinding on you?”

She shrugs, glancing over my shoulder at Serena who is now dancing with thecornuto. “I was just having some fun. Relax.”

“Relax? You want me to relax?” I snarl. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to just stand by and watch as these assholes rub up on you?”

A satisfied smirk tips up the corner of her lip. “Are you jealous, Raf?”

“Yes,” I hiss. “Is that what you want to hear? That simply the thought of any other man’s hands on you makes my blood boil, and my fingers twitch to snap their damned necks?”

Her breath catches, perfect lips curving into a capital O.

“Does that scare you,principessa?”

Pressing her lips into a hard line, she slowly shakes her head. I didn’t think it would, and a pleased grin slashes across my face. I dip my head, my mouth brushing the shell of her ear. “Does it turn you on?” My voice is nothing but a jagged whisper.

Her eyes meet mine, defiant as all hell.

“I think it does.” I walk her back a few steps until we’re hidden in a small niche of the old fortress, roughhewn stone walls on three sides of us. “If I slid my hand in your panties, would you already be wet for me,principessa?”

She snags her bottom lip between her teeth, sucking, and I wish it was my lip in her mouth. Or even better my cock. I draw her lip free with my thumb, my mouth inches from hers. “You know it makes me wild when you do that, right?”

“Now, I do.” A smug grin teases her lips.

I walk her back another step until her bare shoulders hit the stone wall. Caging her against it, I part her legs with my knee, rubbing my thigh against her apex. She’s soaked, her arousal seeping through her panties and my jeans. I move against her, gently rubbing, but from behind it looks as if we’re only dancing.

“Mmm, Raf,” she groans as she grinds her hips against my leg.

“I don’t know how much longer I can wait to claim you,principessa. The more I think about it, the worse of an idea it becomes.” I dip my head to her neck and suck hard, earning a squeal. “Because I’m pretty damned sure that once will never be enough.”

Her glittering eyes meet mine, something unreadable glistening just beneath the surface. “Who says it has to only be once?”

“Because twice would be my ruin and three times my total damnation. More than that, and I’m fairly certain I’d never survive.”

A chill surges up her spine, the tremor vibrating through my own body.

“Well, that could be a problem then.” She smirks. “I expected at least three times the first night.”

A deep chuckle vibrates my entire chest, and my heart staggers before picking up its quickening tempo. “Demanding… I like that.”

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