Page 48 of Ruthless King
Dio. All the heat flaring below races up my cheeks, burning my face. Andcazzo, if it isn’t the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me. “Caroline,” I blurt. Because my brain is too overcome with lust to string together an entire sentence.
His gaze turns savage. “What about Caroline?”
I heave in a breath and focus. Which is so damned hard when his fingers are inching up my thighs. “She said you had rules—”
His lips slant into a hard line, and the tendon in his jaw flutters. His nostrils flare again, his pupils distending. “I do,” he finally rasps out as if saying the words are physically painful. Endless silence pervades, our gazes locked in an epic battle I’m fairly certain no one will win.
“Like what?”
He shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter right now.”
“It does.” Because if what she said was true, and I could only have him once I had to prepare my heart.
Another never-ending minute of silence passes with the air only thickening between us. “What do you want from me?” he murmurs, the softness in his tone so unlike the one I’ve come to expect from the ruthless mobster.
Everything. The errant thought frightens themerdaout of me. How could this man I barely know stir such strong feelings? I want to let loose. I want to forget. “I want you to fuck me.” The words flow from my lips beyond my control. The moment they’re out, I snap my traitorous jaw shut and bite my tongue.
A dangerous glint sharpens his irises, and a hiss slides free through his pursed lips. “Oh, princess, you have no idea what you’re asking for.”
“Then explain them … your rules.”
He shakes his head, sinking his teeth into his lower lip. Then his hands close around my waist, and he spins me around so I’m facing the mirror. I suck in a breath as he drops to his knees in front of me. “Keep your eyes on the mirror.”
“Wha—?” The rest of the word dies in my throat as his head dips between my legs. He slides my damp thong to the side and runs his tongue across the inner seam of my leg. I gasp and dig my fingers into his hair.
“Mmm, that’s my good girl, you’re already soaked and ready for me.” He slips my panties down to my ankles.
His warm tongue drags through my center, and a moan parts my lips. “Luca,” I groan, my fingers tangling in his dark locks.
He dips a finger inside me, and my hips buck against his palm. “Keep your eyes on your reflection, princess,” he murmurs against the bundle of nerves at my apex. Lifting his head, his blown-out pupils meet mine. “I want you to watch every tantalizing second as I fuck you with my tongue and allow you to come in my mouth. I want you to memorize your exact expression, the sparkle in your eyes, the flush of your cheeks, the curve of your lips, every moment of pleasure so that you never forget you aremine.”
I swallow hard. No one has ever talked to me like that, and fuck, it’s got me hot as hell.
His head disappears beneath my gown once again, and his tongue flicks at my clit. My hand threads through his hair, and the other grips the edge of the chaise. His tongue runs circles around the sensitive bud, driving me to the precipice of insanity. Then he dips a second finger inside me, curling it until it hitsthespot. Between his tongue and his fingers, I’m a squirming mess. I grind my hips into his palm, into his mouth. I’m an explosive ball of lust and pleasure and another few expert flicks will have me on my knees.
“Stella, you’re not looking …,” he murmurs against my sensitive flesh.How the hell does he know? The vibrations against that taut bundle of nerves are nearly enough to throw me over the edge.
I force my eyes up away from his silky hair and meet my reflection. My lower lip is swollen from biting it, my cheeks flushed. I’ve never seen myself on the brink of orgasm. There’s something oddly erotic about it.
Luca’s free hand glides up the front of my gown, and my focus pivots to those strong fingers moving toward my breast. He jerks the fine silk down and slides his hand inside, cupping me, fingers working my nipple to a taut peak. He pinches, and I let out a squeal. The rush of desire is too much.
I gasp as raw pleasure tears through me. “Luca,” I moan. “I’m going to—”
“That’s right, princess, come for me.” His words reverberate through me, throwing me over the threshold.
My body constricts around his tongue, his fingers, as I ride out the storm, desperately rubbing up against his palm. He doesn’t let up until he’s squeezed out every ounce of pleasure, and I’m nothing but a writhing puddle of vibrating desire.
I grip the chaise, a boneless mess. Luca’s head pops up from between my legs, chin covered in my juices, smiling like he just discovered gold buried deep inside my pussy. He runs his tongue over his lips, andcazzo, I was wrong, that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I hate to even think about Bo in a moment like this, because his image will only ruin the high, but thatbastardonever went down on me. He was the most selfish lover I’d ever had.
He licks the two fingers that were just inside me before running his thumb over my bottom lip. “Mmm, just like I thought, sunshine and rainbows.” That rough timbre forces all thoughts of Bo to vanish.
“What?” I finally manage.
“Nothing.” He shakes his head as he tugs my soaked thong back up my legs and drags down my torn dress, the ghost of a smile curling the corners of his lips. He offers me a hand and pulls me to my feet. Standing behind me, his eyes meet mine through the mirror. “My sweet princess.” His heated breath skates over the shell of my ear, and my body instinctively leans back to rest on his chest. He stiffens for an instant before his hand moves to my hip and fingers dig into my side possessively. His rock-hard cock presses against my ass, kindling another rush of desire. “You’re mine, do you understand that? No one else can ever touch you.”
I don’t want to state the obvious and ruin this—whatever this is—I’m his prisoner, who else would I have access to? Not to mention the fact that our time together has an expiration date. So I nod slowly. I desperately want to ask about his rules, but before I can gather the nerve his mouth skates down my ear and stops at the crook of my neck. He sucks hard, then nibbles at my soft flesh. I let out a squeal when his teeth sink in. “What are you doing?”
His warm tongue replaces his teeth, and he lavishes my sensitive skin. “Marking you as mine.” He smirks as my gaze lifts to the mirror to find the deep red hickey.
