Page 9 of Ruthless Lord
I drag in a breath as his hand slips into my hair, takes a tight grip, and he crushes his mouth to mine.
Chapter 3
Charlie
I’m done. It’s over. I’m screwed.
There’s no coming back from this.
Stefano kisses me and I drown in his mouth. His taste floods my tongue, a mix of mint and wine, heaven and hell, so good it feels like my knees might collapse.
His tongue slides across mine and his grip in my hair tugs slightly. I gasp into his mouth, moaning as I press into him, wanting to seal our mouths together tighter. His lips are honey, and the slight purr in the back of his throat sends my skull to another planet. I’m dizzy with need, desire pooling in my core, pure animalwantrolling down my spine. I can’t stop even if I wanted to. There’s nothing more important than feeling this man, this monster, this everything I’m supposed to hate but only desperately have to feel right now.
It’s the kind of kiss that ruins a girl.
The sort of kiss that doesn’t promise, doesn’t hint, doesn’t tease. It’s a kiss that exists for itself. A kiss that’s the beginning of something. It’s an ending too, or at least the first step towardone. It’s a dance, the roar of an engine, the scream of a jet taking flight.
I never imagined I’d have a kiss like this.
I was raised to want what’s proper. A good man from a nice family. Preferably a family with huge wealth.
A man the total opposite of a pit-fighting monster.
But Stefano’s something else. He transports me. He makes me forget who I am and that’s more valuable than money or breeding or a good last name.
He makes me want to be here, right here, in this moment.
Nowhere else but kissing him.
His hands move down my hips. I shift closer, feeling his thick, hard cock. He’s so stiff it’s pressing against me. Another thrill burns into my core. The idea that I can make a man like this sofreaking hard, it’s unbelievable.
I never thought of myself like that before.
But now kissing him, it’s like I’m someone new.
Reborn in lust.
I tug at his shirt. He lets out a little grunt and smirks as he pulls it over his head. Muscles flex, more muscles than I thought a human torso could possibly have. I run my fingers down his chest, along his chiseled abs, and rest on the top of his jeans, curling under the hem.
His mouth traces a line along my cheek, across my lips, like he’s nuzzling into my taste.
“If you keep going, I can’t promise I’ll be able to stop,” he whispers, half a warning, more like a guarantee.
“I think we’re past that now.”
“Just making sure.” His fist tightens in my hair before letting go. He pulls off my sweatshirt, tossing it aside with a hungry snarl, and kisses my neck, feasting on it, his hands moving up my simple t-shirt to cup my breasts. I gasp in surprise and moan as he teases one nipple with his fingers before easily taking the shirt off too.
“Now we’re even,” I say, licking my lips, but he only laughs.
“Not quite.” The bra comes off next. I shiver as cold air touches my stiff nipples. His mouth brushes across my collarbone before he latches on to one nipple and sucks hard, tongue tweaking around in a circle, hand squeezing roughly. Not shy or holding back. It hurts and feels so fucking good. I lace my fingers in his thick hair, tugging. “That’s better,” he whispers. “Look at what you were hiding.”
“It’s better to hide in a place like the warehouse.”
“Pretty girls like you get looks in a place like that.” He runs his tongue along my breasts, bringing it back up to my lips. “Especially pretty girls with tits like heaven and a mouth that’s begging to get fucked.”
My eyebrows shoot up.Holy shit.
I’ve never been talked to like that before in my life.
