Page 90 of Ruthless Guardian

Isa’s head falls back as pleasure roars through her, her pussy clenching around my cock and forcing my own orgasm. Her name squeezes out through my gritted teeth as I thrust through the explosive energy ripping through me.

“Cazzo,” I growl as the powerful release sucks all the air from my lungs.

Isabella collapses onto my chest, her forehead resting on the tattoo inked over my heart. “Damn, Raf,” she mumbles with a rueful laugh. “And to think, I’ve been missing out on this for years.”

“Because you were meant for me.” The dangerous words dribble out before I have the sense to stop them. My mind is mush after that all-consuming orgasm. My lips thin out, and I drop my chin to her head, hoping she’ll let the confession slide.

We remain like that for a long moment, tangled in each other with all of Rome lit up behind me. I’m still buried inside her, and it feels good. Too good.

“We should probably get back to the party,” she mumbles against my bare chest. Her lips are pressed against the image of the grisly skull, and as if she’s noticing it for the first time, she pauses. “What does this tattoo mean?”

I squeeze my eyes closed, not ready to re-live that moment. “The precious balance between life and death,” I finally mutter.

“It’s beautiful.” She runs her finger across the blood-red roses.

I lift her up, winding her legs around my waist and carry her to the bed. “Youare beautiful.” My cum dribbles down her inner thigh and for an instant, the satisfaction nearly outweighs the burgeoning memories of my dark past. “You’re right, we shouldget back.” I toss her the crumpled-up dress, then the panties before I step into my slacks.

She stares at her thong then throws it into her hamper in the back of the closet before tugging the skin-tight dress over her head.

“No panties,principessa, really? Are you trying to kill me?” I loom over her, my cock already hardening at the thought of her bare beneath that scandalous dress. “Now all I’m going to be able to think about is that pussy dripping with my cum, when I should be focusing on your safety.”

“And the perimeter,” she teases.

I shake my head, a rueful smile hitching up my lips. It’s all I can do to keep from splaying her across the mattress and fucking her senseless until the damned party is over, and we can finally be alone.

Heaving in a breath, I wind my arms around her middle and pull her close. Dropping my forehead to hers, I breathe her in, her tantalizing scent wrapping around me like a warm blanket.

“What are we going to do, Raf?” she whispers, our breath mingling.

“We’re going to have to find you a new bodyguard.”

Her dark brows pucker as she regards me. “But I don’t want anyone else. You said it yourself, you’re the best.”

“Normally, sure. But not like this. Not when you’re taking up all the space in my head. Both heads.” I smirk and drop a kiss to her full lips. “We’ll figure it out tomorrow, okay?”

She nods and slips her hand through mine, turning toward the door. We walk like that down the hallway, but as the music grows louder, I’m forced to unwind my fingers from hers. I fucking hate it. I want everyone at this damned party to know she’s mine, but I console myself with the fact that she’s wearing my cum.

Twisting the knob, I hold the door open, allowing myprincipessato walk through. A wave of noise slams into me, a mix of laughter, loud chatter and the DJ’s pounding beats. I should be focused on the perimeter as Isabella pointed out, but instead, my eyes are fixed to her ass which has already started to sway to the music.

As I escort her to the middle of the dance floor, the male interns converge like moths to a flame, and that familiar jealousy surges once more. Nope, I’m not doing this again, especially not now with her pussy bare beneath the short dress for anyone to see. I’m too out of my mind to think about the consequences, so when Jeff walks up and asks her to dance, I jerk her back and spin her into my arms.

Fuck it.

Isabella Valentino is mine, and I don’t care who knows it.

CHAPTER 44

DAMAGE CONTROL

Isabella

“So we’re dancing together in public now?” I whisper against the shell of Raf’s ear as his hands inch dangerously close to my ass.

“Just one dance.” His voice is still ragged, just like it was a few minutes ago when I was riding his cock in my bedroom. The heated memories rush to the surface, and if I wasn’t still wet from his cum dribbling down my leg, I would be soaked again.

Dio, what has this man done to me?

Just twenty-four hours and he’d turned me from an inexperienced virgin to a crazed sex kitten.

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