Page 54 of Ruthless Oath

“What do you think is going on between us?” He yanked me onto his lap and placed my legs on either side of his hips. “We’re getting to know one another.”

“I shouldn’t want to get to know you.”

“Why?” He twisted my hair in his firm hold. “It’s not like you have a lot of other things to do.”

“You’re holding me here against my will.” I dropped my gaze to his lips. “You threatened to kill my father.”

“And?” When he shifted his hips, his erection brushed my bare entrance. “You knew that before, but it didn’t stop you from offering yourself to me.”

“It’s just that this whole thing between us is confusing. I shouldn’t want you, but I do.”

“That’s exactly how I feel about you.” He tightened his grip in my hair as he brought my lips to his. “You’re bad for business.”

“What are we supposed to do about that?” I spoke against his lips, my body trembling with pure desire. “Maybe you should let me go?”

“I don’t see that as an option.”

“Why not?”

“Because then I couldn’t do this whenever I wanted.” He lowered his lips to my breasts, alternating between them as he licked and sucked my nipples. “And that would be a shame.”

I arched my back and rocked into him when he dug his fingers into my hips. As he kissed my neck and breasts, he moved me up and down over his erection. My insides pulsed with desire. I needed him to touch all of me at once. My nipples ached while my muscles coiled tighter. I couldn’t stay still.

“Oh…” I squeezed his biceps, trying to satisfy the lust between my legs. Each time he lifted me and put me back down, my vagina spread open, causing my clit to rub along the rough seam of his jeans.

Can he feel how wet I am?

My legs quivered on either side of his hips as the building inside my core shot lower. I teetered on the edge of climax and insanity.

Are they one and the same? Am I crazy for wanting this? For wanting him?

“I could make you come by doing just this.” He blew his warm breath along my taut nipples.

A tremor coursed through me.

“You’re so close.” He kissed me. “Too close.”

He pushed me off his lap and tossed me on the bed, staring at me with a dark intensity.

“Actions have consequences.” He dropped to his knees and pulled me closer to him by my ankles. “Maybe I’ll make you come like this instead?”

“I’ve never…” I supported myself up on my elbows as he lowered his head between my legs.

Within seconds he swept his lips along my inner thigh and made his way to my…

“Oh!”

That tingling sensation returned with a vengeance, but this time it prickled all over my body. It was most prominent in my nipples and clit.

I rested on the bed, rolling my head from side to side and grasping the comforter beneath me.

Every so often, when Marchello moved his face or changed his angle, his stubble rubbed against my tender skin.

His hot breath ghosted my wet center, and I couldn’t tell if I was warm or cold. The sporadic chills that danced over my naked flesh cooled my body, but his skilled tongue spiked my temperature.

I didn’t know if I was coming or going. If it was morning or night. But I did know I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore.

With one long, slow stroke of his tongue, my pulse raced in anticipation of the explosive climax that prepared to rip through my body. But then he stopped, leaving me in mid-air after I had prepared for a free-fall jump.

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