Page 88 of Ruthless Guardian

“What’s funny is that you thought I would just agree to my punishment like a good girl.” She rocks her hips, rubbing her silk thong along the hard ridge of my cock.

Cazzo, even through my slacks, I can feel how drenched she is.

“I told you I always get what I want, Raf.”

“Just this once…” I slide both hands down her ass and curl her thighs around my hips before lifting her off the floor and darting into her bedroom. I’m a fucking liar, and I’m well aware of it. I should have known once would never be enough, and now I’m just using whatever I can as an excuse to be near, on top of, inside this incredible creature who has my balls in a chokehold.

I lock the door behind us, rage still pounding through my veins, but something else weaves its way through the fury. Lust, longing and another L word I refuse to consider. With her legs wrapped around me in that indecent dress, I could easily throw her on the bed and slip my cock inside her. AndDio,I want that.

But I’m supposed to punish her.

Remind her that she belongs to me and no one else.

So I walk her to the window where a nice ledge stands at the perfect height with sprawling views of the Roman skyline, then I pull the tiny dress up and over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, her full breasts tumbling free, and my cock is so hard I’m certain it’ll bust the seam of my pants.

“Cazzo,” I hiss as I take her in.

Her cheeks are flushed, pupils so wide they nearly consume the brilliant sapphire. She’s excited… my little, innocent princess has a naughty side just waiting to burst free.

“You want this, don’t you?” I fix my eyes to hers, needing the verbal confirmation. It’s too easy for me to get caught up in themoment, but I want her to be sure. She was a virgin only a day ago, and despite how badly I need this, I would never force it upon her.

Her head dips, her flush deepening by the second.

“I need you to say it,principessa.” I frame her face with my hands, locking her in my unyielding gaze.

“I want you to spank me,” she breathes. “I want everything with you.”

I’ve been shot at least a dozen times and yet nothing prepares me for those words. For the stab in the lungs, for the rush of air evacuating my chest and the piercing agony in my heart.

“I—”

Before I can utter a word, she places her hands on the ledge and bends over.

A groan fills my chest, vibrating low in my throat. She cants her head over her shoulder, and a naughty smirk tips up the corners of her lips. “Is this right?”

“Fuck,principessa, it’s so right.” I grip her hips, so desperate just to touch her. Once I’ve had my fill of running my hands up and down her torso and ass, I hitch my fingers through the waistband of her thong and drag it down her legs, dropping to my knees behind her.

Running my hand up the inside of her thigh, I push her legs apart. “That’s a good girl, spread your legs for me.” Arousal glistens from her dark curls, and damn it, I’m not sure I can wait to fuck her. This is going to be the quickest punishment ever.

From this angle, I can’t help myself. I dip my head between her thighs and run my tongue through her wet folds. “Mmm,” I purr against her clit. “Just like I remembered it. The sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

Her knees tremble, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the delicate bounce of her breasts doing illicit things to my cock. Icircle the taut bud with my tongue, teasing and nibbling until I can feel her orgasm building.

Then I stop.

She groans, muttering a curse.

“This is supposed to be a punishment, remember?” I’m not sure who needs the reminder more, her or me.

Pushing myself off the floor, I unbuckle my belt, then make quick work of my slacks and boxers in one go. The satisfying slough of clothes hitting the floor heightens my senses, electrifying my nerve-endings. I stand behind her, my cock so hard its painful. I inch closer, parting her ass cheeks with my thick head and running myself through her slippery folds. With her in this position, it would be so easy to take what’s mine.

But she has to understand first. What it means to truly bemine.

“Are you ready,principessa?” My voice is nothing more than a serrated snarl.

CHAPTER 43

YOU BELONG TO ME

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