Page 39 of Ruthless Oath

“Didn’t I tell you I don’t listen?”

“We’re going to have to change that.” I whirled around and strode toward her. Gripping her arm, I pushed her against the wall. “You will learn to obey me.”

“I won’t.”

“Is this what you want?” I ran my fingers through her hair, grasping it in a firm hold. “Do you want me to show you how I’ll keep you in line while you’re here?”

“You’re barbaric.”

“You like when I’m this way.” I released her hair and traced my fingers over her erect nipples through her T-shirt. “Why else would you keep provoking me?”

“Trying to get you to be civilized to me is not provoking you.”

“Every time you open your mouth you provoke me.” I squeezed her breast as I leaned into her face. “I’m tired of it.”

“I’m tired of the way you treat me.”

“I don’t believe you.” I glided my hand down her stomach and between her legs. “This is exactly what you want. You like the chaos and the confrontation.”

She shook her head as she bumped my hand away.

“Then say you don’t want me to touch you. Tell me to stop, but be honest with yourself.” I rubbed her through her pants, running my finger along her covered slit. “Tell me you don’t think about me sliding my bare cock deep inside you and making you come.”

She bit her lip as I moved my hand inside her panties.

“If you can tell me that, I’ll stop.” I kissed her neck and pushed my fingers inside her hot, wet heat. “You don’t want this? Because your pussy says otherwise.”

“Ah…” she moaned as I fingered her.

“You’re ready for my cock, but can you take it all?”

“Mmm…”

“I still don’t hear you saying no.” I spread her legs with my knee. “You would let me take you right here, wouldn’t you?”

“No,” she whispered.

“You’re a liar.”

I kissed her, moving my tongue in the same slow rhythm as my finger. She rocked her hips in time with my tempo, forcing my finger to slip deeper into her sex. My cock ached to get inside her as she clenched around me.

When I gazed down, her beauty captivated me. Her eyes were half-shut, and her lips were parted. She ran her tongue along the edge of her upper teeth, and her arousal was even more apparent between her legs.

“Marchello…” She braced herself against my shoulder. “I want…”

“Tell me what you want, my captive little whore.”

“I want you to—”

The front door chimed, and someone entered before it slammed shut.

“Marchello,” Milo shouted.

“Fuck.” When I withdrew my hand from inside her panties, she gasped. “Maybe later.” I kissed her. “If you’re a good girl.”

“Marchello!” Milo called again.

“I’m in the study.” I took Lissia’s hand and guided her away from the wall. “Don’t act up in front of my brother.”

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