Page 58 of Ruthless King
He nods. “I have to find some way to keep my arm candy happy, right?”
My lips pucker. Each day that passes, the lines between us grow blurrier. I want more from him, so much more. But I know how ridiculous that sounds. “Right,” I finally mutter.
“Sit, we don’t want the champagne to get warm.”
I fold down on the colorful blanket and run my fingers over the delicate calla lily buds. “Why do you like these flowers so much? They’re the only ones I’ve ever seen in the penthouse.”
Luca shrugs as he strips the bottle of the gilded foil covering. “I like their simplicity.”
“You know they’re a symbol of resurrection and rebirth, right?”
“Um hmm.” He nods, eyes avoiding mine.
Could the infamous mob boss be secretly hoping for redemption? A new life?
Luca pops open the bottle and the cork flies across the blanket. TheDom Perignonbubbles out, and he brings the tip to my mouth. I wrap my lips around the rim and swallow the fizzy liquid.
“Mmm, that’s my good girl.” His eyes lock on my lips as I swallow it down, and all thoughts of redemption vanish.
Once it stops foaming over, I run my tongue around the rim. His heated gaze bores down on me with each slow circle. My lusty vixen has already joined his dark thoughts, imagining my mouth on his cock. Licking him, tasting him.
“Stella …,” he warns, a jagged edge to his tone that wasn’t there a moment ago. “Hand over the bottle before I lose what little is left of my sanity.”
I release the rim and throw him an exaggerated pout. “Maybe I like you better when you lose control.” The bubbles must have gone straight to my head because I had no intention of saying those words out loud.
He clucks his teeth as he reveals two crystal flutes from the basket and fills them with champagne. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.” He hands me the glass, and smoldering irises find mine.
I take a long pull, nearly draining the flute in one gulp.
“Easy, princess.” He brings his glass to his lips and takes a small sip. I reach for the base of the stem and tip it back, forcing him to drink more.
“Now who’s trying to get whom drunk?” Mischief sparkles through the dark abyss of those soul-penetrating eyes.
“I told you I like it when you let loose.”
A deep chuckle vibrates the air between us. “You haven’t seen me when I let loose, princess. I’m not sure you would enjoy it.”
“Maybe you have no idea what I like, Signor Valentino.” I drop the empty glass and crawl closer until I’m kneeling between his powerful thighs. I curl my hands around the collar of his shirt and pause, a hairsbreadth from his lips. “I like you,” I whisper.
And just like that, a dam bursts.
Luca’s hand wraps around the back of my neck, and he jerks my mouth to his. Our lips crash in an explosion of fury and raw desire. His mouth engulfs mine, his lips punishing, teeth gnashing against my own. He draws my lower lip between his teeth and bites down. Hard.
“Ow,” I squeal.
“This is what you wanted, right, princess?” he pants against my mouth. “You wanted me out of control, now you’ve got me.” His hands clamp around my thighs, and he winds them around his waist so I’m straddling him.
Even through our jeans, I can feel him rock hard against me. I grind my hips into him, reveling in the friction.
He captures my mouth again, hand fisting my hair to position me to his liking. His other hand travels down my back and curls around my ass. His fingers slip past the frayed edges of my shorts and dig into my bare flesh. Then his thumb finds my slick heat, and he runs it through my wet folds. I moan at the unexpected invasion.
He grinds me into his erection, and another groan fills his hungry mouth. “You want me to fuck you, princess? Is that what this is about?”
God, yes. Thank goodness I somehow manage to keep my stupid thoughts to myself this time. Mostly because I can’t seem to form a single cohesive sentence with his cock between my legs.
His thumb circles harder, bordering on the precipice between pleasure and pain. “You want me to strip you bare right here and nail you to the ground?” I let out a whimper. “You want my cock pounding into your sweet pussy in the middle of fucking suburbia for any nosey housewife to see?”
“No,” I finally pant out.
