Page 16 of Ruthless Boss

My brain slips into overdrive, with shots of adrenaline fired into different parts of me. Dante kisses me with intensity, his tongue stroking mine with fiery need. Then he turns around, and I’m slammed between him and the wall behind me. Damn.

No one ever kissed me like this.

He devours my mouth like he wants to extract every little secret and explore every little bit. I touch his chest, feeling his muscles bunch as he shudders. He’s warm, rock-hard, and aroused. When I lower my hand to the front of his pants, his cock salutes me, and I bask in the opportunity, cupping his bulge. Even over his pants, I can tell it’s pulsing for me, and that awareness sends a wave of heat from top to bottom.

I need to see more. I need to do more.

He nips my lower lip, and a shot of lust flies through my veins. Then, he holds my wrist. “Not here.”

I blink at his refusal, confused, then understand what he means when he pulls me from his suite through the hallway to my bedroom. Of course. AJ was sleeping in the crib. How did I forget?

We barrel into my bedroom, the cast from the moon spilling over the floor and furniture through the glass door. He holds me from behind, slams me against the wall. This man likes doing that, and I’m not fighting him. Right now, if he swings me over the chandelier, I won’t complain.

He kisses my neck, and I melt into him. “Are you safe?”

“Yes,” I say, glad he remembered to ask. “You?”

“Me too. Are you using birth control?”

“No,” I say. A memory of the reason why comes rushing into my brain. Me on the floor, crying. No, screaming. I will it away like I’ve done so many other times.

Dante stops touching me. “I need to find a condom.”

I realize what he means. Of course, he doesn’t want another unplanned pregnancy. Then I say the truth bottled in my throat. “I... I can’t have babies.”

“What?”

“I can’t… ever get pregnant.”

Oh, man. That’s it. He’s going to leave me—not that I think he’d want to impregnate me, but I assume the fact I’m damaged goods makes me less desirable in general.If only he knew.

He tips up my chin and makes me look at him. Even though the moonlight is the only energy source in the room, I see golden sparks in his green irises, and his eyes look like a forest catching fire. Is he going to ask me what happened? Insecurities twist my gut and wrap my middle section. If he does, there’s no way this can go on.

“Filling your bare pussy with my cum. Works for me,” he says, kissing me again, this time with a tenderness that wasn’t there earlier. But I don’t want tenderness—that will slow things down and make me think, and I don’t want to think.

I dip my hand down his pants and pull just enough for his cock to jut out. I saw it the other day, but palming it is priceless. He groans against my lips, and I squeeze his cock, earning another small groan.

He quickly gets the idea and accepts my silent suggestion instead of questioning me. “Have at it, sweetheart.”

I fall to my knees, and he drops his pants all the way and kicks them to the side.

I lick his cock with the tip of my tongue, swirling it around him, feeling him and becoming acquainted with the velvety skin and the hard rock underneath it. He tastes good, and I play with his balls, rolling them over my fingers. One, then the other.

Oh, God.

My pussy is wet. Just doing this excites me and sends a fresh coat of cream to my sex. I bet he can smell my arousal in the air.

I bring him into my mouth, as much as I can take. The taste of him is delicious, and I drive him in and out of my mouth quickly until my saliva coats his entire dick like I’m branding him. I have this strange urge to claim his cock—when I know I have no right to. Yet the urge is there, latent and undeniable.

“You’re a greedy cock sucker, aren’t you?” he asks, an edge to his voice that I never heard before. “Fuck.”

Encouraged, I suck him, using my hands to touch what I can’t put in my mouth. A deep desire to drive this man crazy awakens inside me, and I have no power over it. I’ve never felt anything like this, and the rawness scares me.

“Lucia.”

He grabs a handful of my hair and tugs at it a little, disconnecting my mouth from his cock. “I’ll give you what you need.”

Keeping my head in place with one hand, he positions his cock at my mouth with the other. I poke out my tongue, tasting the precum soaking his thick head. He pulls my hair, the ache sensitizing my scalp. I moan, so turned on.

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