Page 32 of Ruthless God

“Look at me,” he said darkly. I looked at him. “I want you to watch me as I feast on your pussy.”

“What—”

Hell.

He smiled at me, his smile pure wickedness, just as he kissed his way down my body. I closed my eyes when I felt his lips glideover the concave of my stomach. The hand that was still cupping my pussy squeezed me roughly, forcing me to open my eyes and look at him.

There was a sort of reprimand in his gaze, reminding me what he wanted me to do, but I could tell there was a part of him that enjoyed my disobedience. Or perhaps it wasn’t my disobedience that he enjoyed, but the fact that he could remind me of it. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, and seconds later, I didn’t care to know because he was moving again, pushing further down, stopping when he got to my navel. His tongue came out and dipped inside my belly button. My legs shook from the sensation, something Massimo didn’t miss.

“It seems myprincipessalikes this,” he said seductively against my skin. Heat bloomed in my cheeks over my inability to hide from him. He shook his head. “There is nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re reacting to me—your husband.”

Had he ever sounded so deranged, so dominating as he said it?

He moved further down my body, his hand leaving it just as he pushed to lie between my legs, bringing his face just mere inches away from me.

I tried to close my legs on instinct, but he was in the way, and there was a part of me that was trembling with anticipation, remembering the way it had felt when he did this to me last night. Was it so wrong of me to enjoy Massimo’s touch?

The women I’d talked to before didn’t seem to enjoy their husbands’ touch, so perhaps I was the lucky one?

I didn’t know anymore.

My emotions were all over the place, and there was no time to think about it because I felt Massimo’s tongue then.

One of his hands moved up and wrapped my black hair around it, tugging on it. “Look at me,” he said roughly, showing me just the hint of the monster everyone had warned me about.

I looked at him as he took another swipe and another one and another.

“Massimo!” I yelled, feeling myself close to the edge.

“That’s right,principessa. Say my name again.”

He used the flat of his tongue and licked up my crease once more.

“Massimo,” I moaned out.

He let go of my hair and pushed my legs further apart. Cold air teased my wet skin as he took his time looking at me.

“Just how familiar are you with your body?” he asked. “Have you touched yourself before?”

His fingers moved through my slit, his eyes watching me expectantly.

I could only nod.

He smiled. “Here?”

I nodded.

His fingers moved faster against me. “Give me your words, baby.”

“Y-Yes,” I said softly.

His hand slid down. I made a small noise in protest and shook my head, my hand wrapping around his wrist to stop him.

His eyes glinted.

He moved down anyway and touched over the tight muscle of my asshole. I bit my lip.

“Here?” he asked seductively.

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