Page 63 of Ruthless Oath

How did his eyes make me spill my guts? Why was it so easy for me to tell him everything when he was such a mystery?

“Nothing is ever enough for me.” He set me down by the bed. “I always want more. I always need more. That’s who I am.”

“That’s not reassuring.” I looked at my feet.

“There’s something about you that makes me think you’re going to change that.” He turned my back to him and swiped my hair to the side so he could caress the back of my neck. “That doesn’t mean I won’t demand more of you or take everything you have to give me.”

I tried to swallow, but my dry throat and anxious stomach made it difficult. Was I excited or scared? Both?

“I want to push your limits.” He unzipped my dress. “Your inexperience is arousing. I can mold you into anything I want you to be.”

“What do you want me to be?” My knees trembled when he tugged the dress down my back and over my hips.

“We’ll figure that out together.” He traced his finger along my spine. “No bra.”

“I don’t like them.”

“You’re perfect.” He caressed the side of my breasts before turning me to face him. “I’m going to own all of you.”

He took off his shirt, revealing his stunning chest and broad shoulders. The tattoos sprawled down his abs and disappeared into his pants. I studied the flesh canvas before me, making out a few shapes and symbols. The most prominent was a smoking gun with check marks beneath it. I counted five. What were they for?

“That’s a lot of ink,” I said.

“Do you like tattoos?”

“On you, I do.”

“I might like a few on you.” He ran his hand along my ribcage. “Tasteful and well-placed.”

He backed me against the bed until my legs hit the frame. I sat on the edge, and he dropped to the floor to take off my stilettos.

When he trailed his finger along the arch of my foot, I giggled. He gazed up at me and rewarded me with a boyish grin.

“You’re ticklish.”

“A little.”

He kissed his way up my calves, stopping between my legs and biting my inner thigh.

“Ouch!”

“That’s nothing compared to the pain I could inflict on you,” he said.

“Why do you want to hurt me?”

“Some pain might be pleasurable.” His lips curved into a devious smirk. “You’ll see.”

I leaned back on the mattress as he grasped either side of my thong and shimmied the lace down my legs before tossing it over his shoulder.

He spread my legs and swiped his tongue along my entrance. I arched my back, offering him more. He didn’t disappoint as he swirled his tongue inside me, triggering fierce charges of excitement to shudder through me.

“Marchello.” I ran my fingers through his hair while rocking my hips into his face. The arousal seeped out of me and trickled down my thighs as a rising sensation nagged for release.

Unlike the other night, he didn’t pull away. He rewarded me with all the glory his mouth could achieve, and before I could catch my breath, a wicked climax rattled me to my core, making me writhe and squirm against him.

“Leave your legs open,” he said. “I like the view.”

He got off his knees and stepped back, taking in my exposed body. A hint of embarrassment mixed with my arousal, but I quickly abandoned any apprehension when he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants.

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