Page 37 of Ruthless Lord
Not Stefano. He’s in complete control. It’s terrifying, really, how quick he can change directions, how balanced and centered he stays, how he can reach out and grab me firm enough to get what he wants without causing any pain.
I barely have time to react. Stefano closes the distance between us lightning-quick with menace in his gaze. I take a step back, yelping as I bump into a shelf, rattling teacups. One falls to the floor and shatters. I’m about to scream when he presses a hand to my mouth, his lips inches away from my nose. They’re curled into a smirk.
“Don’t make too much noise if you can help it.”
Then he turns me. I groan in surprise as I’m pressed up against a low table, the zipper of my dress easily sliding open, his fingersdeft and knowing, like he memorized all the contours of my clothes before coming in here. I wouldn’t even put it past him. The man studies me like he’s learning the map of a new country. He wants to know my landmarks, my capitals. All the curves of my rivers…
The dress slips from my shoulders and pools on the floor.
“That’s my wife,” he whispers and the eagerness in his voice is terrifying. How can he really want me that badly?
A man like Stefano probably has a different woman every night. He’s easily that good-looking.
Factor in the confidence and the mafia swagger, plus all the money he’s probably making, and I’m sure he has plenty of experience undressing girls.
Only this is the first time he’s touching hiswife.
A strange pride rushes through me then. He’s never done this before. This is as new for him as it is for me.
My husband’s hands on my skin.
His wife’s curves under his skillful hands.
I gasp as he gently tugs at my hair. Not hard enough to ruin the style.
The slip’s hem is shoved up over my hips, exposing my lacy white panties.
“My god, look at you,” he whispers, voice trembling. His other hand is still covering my mouth. I’m tempted to bite him. Mostly, I just moan into his palm. “I’ve spent all my life not knowing how beautiful a woman could be. Here you are,undressed like a ripped-apart present, aching and all mine for the taking.”
I whimper as desire pools between my legs. I’ve never felt this much primalneedbefore in my life. I could scream with how badly I want release.
His palm releases my mouth. The other moves from my hair down to my left wrist, pulling it behind my back.
Pinning me down.
“Careful,” I gasp, staring at him over my shoulder, my mouth open. The tabletop is cold against my cheek.
“Always.”
He yanks down my panties like a thunderstorm before his palm comes down in a vicious strike across my bare ass.
Pain fills me. The shock is worse than the actual bite. I rear up, but his grip on my arm pushes me back down. I gasp, biting my lip hard, looking at him in shock. “Wait?—”
Stefano doesn’t hesitate. He spanks me a second time. The crack is more than I can handle. I arch, rearing back, and he pulls me against him with a violent tug, crushing his mouth to mine. I moan into his kiss, the pain still lingering on my tingling ass, his taste invading my mouth again as his tongue hammers against mine. It’s so intense I nearly scream into his mouth. Instead, I’m lost in the kiss, moaning and stupid with how good it feels.
The pleasure doesn’t last. It never does.
He pushes me back down and cracks his palm on my ass again and again. I whimper, tears springing to my eyes, and right when I don’t think I can take any more?—
His palm strokes between my legs, fingers gliding along my slit, sending a surprising jolt of bliss straight along my spine and into my brain.
My eyes roll back. He lets loose a low chuckle.
“Soaking wet, just like I knew you would be,” he murmurs, clearly loving it. “Was I being too rough with you, Charlie? Did I hurt your smooth, pretty ass? I bet a rich girl like you has never been treated like that before. Poor fucking you.”
“You have no idea what I’ve been through,” I say, teeth gritted as he keeps stroking my pussy. It feels so damn good I’m powerless to stop it. I hate him for that, just a little bit. “You don’t know me at all. Remember?”
“I think I do.” His fingers plunge roughly inside. I gasp as they fill me. Bliss slams into my core, tingling and rough. He curls his fingers, palm pressed against my ass, before gliding them out and over my clit again. “Another rich spoiled girl looking for a thrill. That’s why you go to the fights, isn’t it?”
