Page 69 of Ruthless King
She shakes her head. “He didn’t get a chance. You came in right before—” Her words fall away, and I heave in another breath. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
I nod and reach for the hem of her nightie before pausing. What if she doesn’t want to be touched? When she doesn’t withdraw, I drag it over her head. Slowly. I want to give her time to deny me.
But she doesn’t, and it makes me happier than I have any right to be.
Until my gaze falls on those two hearts above her breast as she stands bare before me. They’re a constant reminder of what Stella’s lost, and one was my doing.
With a reluctant exhale, I drop to my knees and slide her thong down her legs. She lets out a shudder when I glance up at her. I press my lips to her stomach and inhale a deep breath laced with her intoxicating scent. I haven’t touched her in days, and it’s been absolutely maddening.
I thought it would help to put some space between us, but I’ve been going crazy without her. Leaving the penthouse early to go to the gym, diving into work, spending late hours at the office, nothing helps. She’s all I think about.
“Cazzo, I missed this,” I whisper against her skin.
I can feel her heated gaze boring into me as my tongue slips between my lips and tastes her sweet flesh. I circle her navel, and a faint moan rumbles her chest. I’m hard as fuck just from that one little sound. Rising, I step out of my boxers and tug her toward the tub. Her eyes dip to my growing arousal, and heat flushes her cheeks.
Dio, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that look.
I help her into the tub, then get in behind her. The warmth blankets my body, releasing the remaining tension. Or maybe that’s just Stella. She settles in between my legs, and I pull her closer, guiding her ass so that it’s nestled against my cock. She leans back, her head against my heart, just over those five numbers that will forever torment me.
If she turned around and looked hard enough, she’d see them.
I snake my arms around her waist and pin her against me. She feels so good in my arms, too good.
“What are we doing, Luca?” she whispers on an exhale, her eyes fixed straight ahead.
“Fuck if I know, princess, but it feels too good to stop.”
CHAPTER32
ONLY ONCE
Stella
Luca wraps the plush towel around my shoulders, gently massaging my skin dry. A wicked grin curls the corner of his lip as he slips the soft fabric between my legs and pats my inner thighs. I’m so wet down there, he has no idea how futile his attempts are. After a thirty-minute soak in the tub with his cock pressed against my ass, muscled arms around me, I’m pulsing with need. After what Dante attempted, I didn’t think it was possible. Less than half an hour in Luca’s strong arms, and he’s managed to erase all thoughts of the despicable act.
Straightening, Luca stands before me completely naked except for the towel draped around his neck, his impressive cock between us. My hand reaches for him, and I wrap my fingers around his silky hardness. He lets out a groan.
“Princess…,” he growls. “What are you doing?”
“What I’ve wanted to do since the day you brought me to this damned penthouse.” I take him in my palm and begin to stroke, up and down, up and down. He pumps against my palm and another moan parts his lips.
“After what you’ve been through today, I should be the one taking care of you,” he rasps out.
The towel slips off my shoulders, and I’m bared before him. I fix my eyes to his as I continue to stroke, moisture dribbling from his tip making my hand smoothly glide over his hard length. “I want this,” I whisper. “I want you to erase the feeling of Dante’s hands on me. Please, Luca.”
His mouth twists, and the anguish written across his face rips at my very soul. I don’t want him to feel guilty for this. It wasn’t his fault. “Are you sure?” he murmurs. A storm of emotions spirals through those midnight orbs.
I nod and tighten my fingers around his cock. With my other hand, I cup his balls, and he lets out a satisfying hiss. “Dio, Stella, I’m going to come in your hand in a second if you keep that up.”
“Good.” For some reason, seeing this powerful man crumble at my mercy sends a thrill up my spine. The ruthless king Luca Valentino reduced to a squirming mess atmyhands. It’s a high like no other. After feeling weak my entire life, this makes me feel strong, untouchable, invincible.
“Not yet, princess.” He sweeps his arm beneath my legs and tugs me into his chest so I’m forced to release him. With a few long strides, he marches us into his bedroom. He drops me onto the mattress and his scent consumes me, the musky, spicy fragrance driving me wild. It’s all over me, emanating from his silky sheets, from his skin as he hovers over me.
He crawls on top of me, and my gaze roams across that perfectly carved chest, those intricate swirling tattoos barely hidden by the towel still slung across his shoulders. My fingers roam beneath the soft terry cloth, and I pause at tiny digits buried within the black ink. Luca’s hand claps over the spot, and his mouth captures mine. That wicked tongue tangles with my own, and all thoughts vanish as my lids drift closed.
“Dio, I missed those fucking lips,” he murmurs before crushing his mouth to mine once more.
I moan against his lips as he deepens the kiss, his strong fingers fisting my hair while his free hand roams across my body. He finds my breast and palms the sensitive flesh until my nipple is so hard it could cut glass. His cock is heavy against my belly, and I sneak my hand between our bodies to touch him again. I can’t get enough. “Luca,” I groan. I want him inside me. But would this be it? If we have sex, will it be over?
