Page 87 of Ruthless King
I arch a skeptical brow. “So what?”
His hand closes around my wrist, and dark eyes lock on mine. “Please, not yet,” he whispers.
I’m so baffled by his request I can’t summon a word out. Is he self-conscious about the scars? I couldn’t imagine the cocky C.E.O. being insecure about anything. He starts to move against me, his cock hitting my clit at just the right angle and all other thoughts vanish.
I rock my hips up to meet his, harder, faster. I wrap my legs around his lower back, urging him on. He’s so deep inside me I can’t tell where he ends, and I begin. And it feels so damned right.
One more thrust and my pussy clenches around him, contracting as I ride out the best orgasm of my life. Just like the one before and the one before that. His cock pulses, and his warmth spills inside me. There’s something so intimate about taking it all in. No awkward condom removal, just our haggard breaths as he collapses on top of me.
Luca presses his forehead to mine, noses touching. “You’ve ruined me, princess. And I want you to wreck me every damn day.”
My throat tightens, andDioI’m so happy I think I might cry. I quickly blink back the tears, so I don’t look like a totalscema. We only have three days left.
CHAPTER39
A TICKING TIMEBOMB
Luca
Two days left.
The pit of unease grows in my gut with every passing moment. I haven’t left Stella’s side since the Met Gala. I spend half the day working and the other half fucking her across every surface of my penthouse. I was right all those weeks ago, she’s instilled warmth in not only my home but every crevice of my dark heart and soul.
The idea of losing her is inconceivable.
Which is why I had Magda buy her this. I flip the white box around in my palm and stick the red bow my housekeeper bought on top of the gift. “Stella?” I call out. She should be dressed by now. After I fucked her in the shower, I left her to get ready while I went to grab the present from Magda. She’s made herself scarce again like she has for the past few days since we’ve been screwing like rabbits. But I catch her knowing smiles. She’s happy for us, and I don’t know why it matters, but it does.
“Coming!”
I set the box on the marble island, the bright red bow standing out against all the white of the kitchen. Stella walks, in and her gaze darts to the gift. A heart-stopping smile parts her damned fuckable mouth, and her eyes lift to mine. “What’s that?”
“A present. Long overdue.”
Her brows furrow as she regards me.
Inexplicable heat rises from my neck and spreads across my jaw. “Just open it.”
So she does, like a good girl, for once.
When she pries the box open, her eyes light up. “A new phone!” She lunges at me and wraps her arms around my neck as she bounces up and down.
“It’s got a new number too so none of your exes can harass you.”Namely, Bo. She nods quickly and flips the power on so the sleek device flickers to life. “I already put Rose’s number in there.”
“Thank you!” She eyes the phone then me again. “So I can call her? Call whoever I want?”
“Yes.”
She lets out a squeal, and my stupid heart staggers before firing back up. “I’m going to call Rose right now. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Sure, go for it. I have to make a few business calls too.”
She spins toward me and plants her lips against mine. Her entire body leans in, and my cock is instantly rock hard. She must feel it because she grins against my mouth. “Save it for later, Signor Valentino.” With a wink, she saunters down the hallway, hips swaying to an invisible beat. It takes all my willpower not to run after her. I watch as she pauses at her bedroom in the hallway, then continues on to mine.
A storm of emotions batters my chest, a mix of ridiculous happiness and mind-numbing fear. I knew if I let Stella in, it would be over. One taste would never be enough. Now that she is in my life again, I couldn’t let her go. But men like me don’t get happy endings, we sure as fuck don’t deserve them. And if I hurt her somehow … like Vinny … I’d never forgive myself.
I release a howl of frustration and bury my face in my hands.
The ding of my cell phone distracts my dismal thoughts, and I eye the screen.
