Page 76 of Ruthless King
“I’m not hungry anymore.”
“You’re wasting away,” he snarls. “All the dresses you bought won’t fit anymore.”
“What does it matter?” I cry. “We only have a week left anyway.” My throat tightens, and a strangled, choking sound erupts from my lips. I clamp my mouth shut and grind my teeth together at the embarrassing outburst.
His eyes grow wide, and the impenetrable darkness nearly eclipses the light. “You’re upset about our time coming to an end?”
“Vaffanculo, Luca! I’m furious at you for many things, but trust me, that is not one of them.”
The hint of a smile lifts the corners of his lips, revealing that elusive dimple. He steps closer, trapping me on the stool against the marble island. His hands clamp around my knees, and he forces my legs open. Heat races to my traitorous pussy as he squeezes his hips between my thighs.
“What are you doing?” I snarl.
“Something I should have done days ago.” He threads his fingers through the tangle of hair at the back of my neck, fisting it so my chin pops up. His mouth captures mine, and I moan against his lips. My thoughts swirl, a tornado of emotions battling it out in my chest.Dio, I want this, dreamed about this since the last time he touched me.
But I can’t ….
Summoning every last ounce of willpower, I slam my palms into Luca’s chest and force him back. Our mouths come apart, and I’m already panting wildly. “No ….” I shake my head, compelling the word out.
He cocks his head, an arrogant smile plastered across that unfairly handsome face. “Are you sure?” He inches closer again. “If I put my hand down your panties, I won’t find you wet and ready for me?”
“Fuck you,” I grit out. I squeeze my thighs together to squash the burning desire.
His hands frame my face, and I can’t help but lean into his touch. Everything about him is so familiar, so much like home. I’ve never felt anything like it around any other man.
He leans closer, and his warm breath skates over the shell of my ear, drawing goosebumps. “Princess, I love that you’re always wet and ready for me.”
Love? That word on his mouth short circuits something in my brain because instead of pushing him away, I lean into him as his lips move from my ear to my cheek, fluttering soft kisses along my jawline.
“Luca …,” I plead. I’m not even sure what I’m asking for. To leave me alone or bend me over the couch and screw me senseless. The former would be the wiser option, but I can’t deny how much I want the latter.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers against my lips. “I’m sorry, Stella. I was stupid and wrong,unvero coglione.”
My eyes snap open as I regard that hooded smile. “What?”
“Fuck my rules.”
Again, I’m certain I’m hearing things. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. I’m so shocked I can’t string together an entire sentence.
“I want you so bad I’d break every goddamned rule on the planet. Please, forgive me for being so stubborn and arrogant. The other night, when I was buried deep inside you was the fucking best moment of my life. I was a completestronzoto fool myself into believing once would ever be enough.”
My heart freefalls. I draw in a shaky breath as his heated gaze locks on mine. I should say no, I should stick to my guns and protect my fragile heart, but when he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters in this entire world, I’m helpless.
Especially when there is nothing I want more than to be with him.
I should ask questions, I should clarify the details, but when I can’t muster the words, his mouth descends on mine once again and I fall.
CHAPTER35
COMING HOME
Stella
Luca’s hands curl around my ass, and he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I cling onto him like he’s a lifeboat, my only chance at survival from the tempestuous sea of emotions threatening to drag me under. Are we really doing this? No rules?
He eats up the distance between the kitchen and the living room couch in a few long strides, his hot mouth never leaving mine.Dio, I could kiss him forever. He lowers me onto the supple leather sofa and gets to work on his slacks. I reach for his jacket and slide it off his broad shoulders. Once it’s in a heap on the floor, my fingers undo the knot of his tie and trail down to his crisp button-down shirt. Before I get the third button undone, his hand clamps around my wrist.
“Uh-uh, princess, I want your hands here.” He jerks my hand to his cock, and my fingers instinctively close around his hard length.
