Page 46 of Ruthless Oath

“I’ll get what I want.” He came up from behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “But I promise, I’m nothing like your father. You might not like my tactics.”

“You might be surprised.”

His warm breath ghosted along my flesh, causing it to prickle in its path.

“Where did all these books come from?” I asked, trying to change such an intense subject.

“My mother was an avid reader. She instilled that quality in Milo and me. All the houses my father owns have enough reading material to keep a person busy for years.”

“You read a book and you’re never lonely.”

“That’s what she used to say.”

“She sounds like she was very intelligent.” I scanned the shelves. “We took a lot of unexpected vacations when I was a child. I realize now that was because my father wanted us out of danger. I read a lot too.”

When I reached up to grab a book on a higher shelf, Marchello slid his hand up my stomach and to my breasts. I gripped the bookshelf as he kissed the side of my neck.

“I want to get back to where we were before Milo interrupted.”

“Where was that?” I breathed out.

“Right about here.” He slithered his hand down the front of my shorts. “Are you still wet for me?”

I’ve been wet for you since you took me hostage.

“You’ve been flaunting this.” He shoved his fingers inside me, moving them faster and rougher than earlier. “Since the minute our eyes connected that first night.”

“Marchello.” I pressed my legs shut, clenching around his fingers. “We shouldn’t… I mean… I don’t know if…”

My mouth said one thing, but my body responded entirely differently to his pleasurable motion between my legs.

“We’re not playing any more games.” He squeezed my breast, rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb. “Do you want my protection? Are you ready to give yourself to me and trust that I can keep you safe?”

“It’s difficult to concentrate when we’re like this.” I shifted my hips back, riding his fingers.

“You don’t need to concentrate.” He kissed the side of my neck. “Let me lead.”

“You mean you want me to relinquish control?”

“That’s part of it.” He increased his tempo inside me. “You’re already giving in. It’s not going to take much to get you to give me everything I want.”

I gripped the shelf when he leaned me forward, arching my backside in the air.

“Marchello!” I screamed because the building sensation inside my stomach shot lower, throbbing between my legs. When he stroked my clit, my body trembled like a woman possessed.

Maybe it was more like an addiction. Whatever it was, I had never had this kind of reaction to any man. I had been drawn to him from the moment I saw him at the auction.

I scratched the wood beneath my fingers as I rested the side of my face on the shelf. Rocking my hips in time with his finger caused my legs to quiver, so I steadied myself, focusing on not letting them give out and falling to the floor.

He lowered his lips to my ear, licking the lobe as he grasped my hip with his free hand.

“What’s it going to be?” His warm, vodka-laced breath swept along my heated flesh. “Are you willing to relinquish control and place all of your trust in me?”

“I…” I closed my eyes and gave into the authority he already held over me.

“Do you want my protection, and are you willing to pay the price to have it?”

“Yes!” I exploded around his fingers. Was I giving in to the sensation he rained down on me, or was I agreeing to his terms? Did it matter at this point?

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