Page 1 of Ruthless

PROLOGUE

Kennedy

From the time we leave the club to the time we make it to my tiny apartment is all one big blur. Since the second we stumbled into each other outside of the bathroom at Orphic, my body’s been riding a high of anticipation.

We barely make it to my door with our clothes still on. That all changes the moment we step inside. He slams the door shut behind him and has me thrown up against the nearest wall before I can blink.

His mouth swallows my gasp as he wraps my legs around his waist. The spikes of my heels dig into his ass as he presses his body into mine, letting me feel all of him. Every single inch of him is firm, but it’s the hardness of his massive dick digging into my center that has me humming out a low moan. His tongue takes advantage of my open mouth, slipping inside and tangles with mine. The kiss is hard and demanding as he takes control.

Fingers dance along the side of my hips, up my rib cage, squeezing my breast through my dress. His thumb moves in small circles until my nipple hardens. I am so glad I opted for going without a bra tonight. Every touch is magnified against the silk material. He gives my nipple another firm pinch before moving on and does the same thing to my other one.

I let out another moan that resonates deep in my throat and grinds my core deeper into his. The friction of our two bodies rubbing together through the thin material of our clothes is hitting my sweet spot and causing the throbbing between my thighs to intensify. He’s not even out of his clothes yet, but I can feel every mouthwatering inch of him against me. This mystery man is much bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with before, and the thought of having all of that inside me is both equally terrifying and exciting all at the same time.

I ache to see all of him.

My hands clench the sides of his shirt, ripping it open, sending buttons flying everywhere, and peeling it off his shoulders. I throw it on my floor behind us but never break eye contact. “I‘ve always wanted to do that.” A small laugh leaves me, but it’s quickly silenced by the image before me.

Tattoos decorate a rock-hard wall of muscle, making my mouth water at the sight. The silver barbels on both of his nipples only add to the temptation before me. I want to trace every single image with my tongue to see if this stranger tastes as good as he looks.

His lips twitch as he rains kisses down the side of my face. “What else do you want to do?” he whispers at the shell of my ear. The fine hairs of his beard tickle the sensitive flesh as his lips move. The deep rumble of his voice sends a wave of liquid heat through me that I feel down to my toes.

I hum in pleasure as I grab his head and force him to look me in the eye. “I want to be bad. I’m so tired of being good.”

The Jameson is coursing through my veins, making me braver than I usually am. Liquid courage is the only explanation for my sudden lack of filter. I might regret this in the morning, but I’m living in the moment right now. Living for me. Not my family. Nor the heavyweight our name carries. Just me and this moment of pleasure with this hot-as-fuck stranger.

Intense blue eyes burn into mine as he opens his mouth to say something, but his mouth crashes back against my lips before I can ask what. He breaks away from the wall, and my legs tighten around his waist to keep from falling as he walks us down the darkened hallway of my apartment.

He breaks our kiss just long enough to ask, “Which way is your room?”

“First door on the left.”

Our heavy breathing fills the room as his mouth dives back down on mine, but his steps never falter. The muscles of his arms flex with the firm grip he keeps on me. His tongue plays mine like a symphony as he continues to move us. I barely register the flash of light when he hits the switch. It isn’t until I feel the softness of my mattress hit my back and his hard body comes down on top of mine that I come up for air. All thoughts of sanity leave me as I get lost in him and his fuckable body.

My fingernails scratch along the muscles of his abdomen and back up his chest, causing him to suck in a deep breath and shudder against me.

“Harder,” he growls.

Knowing he likes this, I continue tracing over his body hard enough to leave a small indent of my nails behind, but not hard enough to draw blood. After a while, his skin becomes red and irritated, so I pull away. The last thing I want to do is hurt him, but he grabs my hands and places them back on his chest.

“Hurt me.” He applies more pressure to my nails and drags them down his chest until I feel the wetness of his blood coat my fingers. A hiss escapes him while his body trembles, but he never stops. “Yes. Just like that.”

Blood trails down his chest, but the tiny flicker of pain behind his eyes has me losing my breath. My hands jerk against his to pull back, but in a flash, everything changes. Gone is the torment I saw on his face moments ago, and in its place is something much deeper, much darker than that—hunger. Liquid heat pools between my legs the longer those deep blue eyes penetrate mine.

Then desire takes over, and he’s moving on me in seconds. His hand slides up my thigh, hooking into the side of my underwear. With one quick tug, he’s ripped the scrap of satin off me and tossed it aside. Two fingers slip inside me, hitting so deep that my toes curl against my shoes.

“You’re so fucking wet.” His breathing comes out in short erratic pants, much like my own, but his fingers never stop working me. “Are you ready for me, Hummingbird?”

“Hummingbird?”

“You’re tiny as fuck and hum every time I touch you.” His lips brush against the side of my neck with each word as the short hairs of his beard tickle along my over-sensitized skin.

My teeth dig into my bottom lip, fighting the smile that wants to break free. I’ve always hated how small I am compared to my brothers. It’s almost like I’ve never quite measured up to the rest of them because of my size, but I feel the opposite in this man’s hands—like something to be treasured, even if it’s just for tonight.

With a shaky hand, I pull a condom out from inside the bodice of my dress and dangle it between two fingers in front of him. “Here.” I may be feeling reckless, but I haven’t completely lost my mind.

He takes it, and tears open the packet with his teeth before undoing his pants and putting it on. My eyes widen when I get my first look at all of him. What I felt through his clothes is nothing compared to the pierced monster he was hiding underneath.

He glances up and must see the look on my face because he cups my cheek and whispers, “I’ll go slow. I promise I won’t break you.” The soft tone in his voice has me nodding my head while I swallow the lump in my throat.

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