Page 32 of Ruthless King
What the hell was that?
CHAPTER15
SHE HAS ME BY THE BALLS
Luca
I stare at the clock on the nightstand and hiss out a breath. I’d barely slept all night. Every creak had my heart jolting up my throat. Despite the security system and Alberto being stationed on the ground floor, I was terrified Stella would escape somehow.
The idea of losing her sends a stab of pain through my chest. Which is insane. I’d only just moved her in yesterday. How could her potential absence send me into such a panic? I don’t get attached; I’m never encumbered by bothersome feelings. After ten long years, this girl shows back up in my life, and I’m already breaking my rules for her.
I wasn’t lying yesterday, if one of my guys had disobeyed me the way she did, they would’ve lost a finger. Or a toe at the very least.
My mind flickers back to the tub, to her naked, wet body covered in those indecent bubbles. God, it had taken every ounce of restraint not to jump in there with her. Every so often, her pretty pink nipples peeked through the foam, and I imagined dragging my tongue over them, tasting, nibbling, until I teased them to tight peaks.
My cock hardens at the vivid images.
I groan and bury the thoughts to the furthest corners of my mind. This is Stella,cazzo. Vinny would fucking kill you if he were alive. Only he’s not ….
I reach for my phone on the bedside table and open the home security app. Flipping through the cameras, I stop at the one in Stella’s room. She’s splayed across the bed wearing my shirt and boxers. Damn, she looks good in them. My tee rides up just under her breasts giving me a perfect view of her fine torso, that slim waist and those curvy hips. My boxers have slid down low, giving me a sneak peek of her lacey panties.
Shit. I’m hopelessly hard now.
What is it about her that drives me so wild?
I slide my hand beneath the sheets and throttle my dick. Beads of moisture already cover the head, and I glide my palm up and down, imagining my cock buried deep inside her. I haven’t even touched her yet, and I already know she’ll feel like heaven and taste like sunshine and rainbows. My sweet, innocent Stella.
I’d ruin her.
A hint of movement draws my eye to the video as I continue to stroke my dick. Her eyes open, and she stretches leisurely. Then her hand skates down her stomach, and her fingers sneak beneathmyboxers.
Oh,merda.
Heat rushes down my cock as she wriggles on top of the sheets. Her hips begin to move and mine pick up a matching rhythm as I fuck my palm. I turn up the volume on the camera, and her faint moans fill the air. Her free hand closes around her breast overmyt-shirt, and she pinches her nipples to tight peaks. Fiery heat blazes through my veins.
Is she thinking about me?
I close my eyes and picture her pretty little mouth on my cock, licking and sucking, lapping me up.
Shit, I’m going to come.
My head tips back, and I let out a grunt as an orgasm rips through me. It’s so violent and powerful, my free hand clenches the sheets, nails digging into the mattress.Cavolo, I can’t remember the last time I came so quickly.
I draw in ragged breaths as I watch her pleasure unfold. She wiggles and grinds her hips against her palm, and I imagine my fingers inside her, coated in her fragrant juices. A few minutes later, she cries out as she orgasms, riding the waves of pleasure, and I picture my name on those lips.
A deep, dark part of me wants to be the one coaxing those sounds out of her. My cock buried balls deep in her slick heat.
Porca miseria. What have I gotten myself into?
She’d never agree to my rules, never be okay with my darkest desires … would she?
I shake my head, tossing out the impossible thoughts.No. This is a business transaction and nothing more. I need a woman on my arm, and she’s the perfect fit. She doesn’t belong in my fucked-up world, and I won’t give into temptation because I already know one taste of Stella would never be enough.
I wouldn’t just ruin her, she’d devastate me.
* * *
When I finally abandon the safety of my bedroom, I find Stella propped on a barstool at the oversized marble island. She’s still wearing my shirt and boxers, and I’m instantly hard again as images of her wiggling on the bed when she touched herself fill my mind.
