Page 52 of Ruthless Lord
“Every day in the shower.”
“Oh. Wow.” My eyes go saucer-wide as I picture Stefano completely naked, water running off his obscenely chiseled body in soft rivulets, his big fists pumping along his even bigger hard cock— “I mean, no, gross.”
“You said I can’t touch. You never said I can’t fantasize about fucking my wife’s pretty little pussy after spanking her into submission.”
Motherfucker.
I bite back a groan and put space between us. Did it get hot in here all of a sudden? I’m sweating for some weird reason. I can’t imagine why.
“Fine, I’ll learn to shoot the stupid guns. Can’t be hard, right?”
“Easy as point and squeeze.”
“Great. But my personal assistant gets access to our house however I see fit.” I face him again once there’s enough room to breathe. “Don’t try to make some stupid rule about that.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Very much doubt that.” I gesture at the door. “If we’re through?”
“Keep Emily away from the mattress, the top shelf in the closet, my nightstand, and the pile of books on top of the chair in the corner of the room.”
I roll my eyes. God, what a crazy person. “Understood.”
“Then by all means, enjoy yourselves.” He’s smirking slightly as he heads over to the bathroom. “I need a shower. God knows I’ll be enjoying myself too.”
I stare as he closes the door behind him. The water comes on, and shit, my stupid brain is picturing what he’s doing in there. But no, Stefano’s not going to pleasure himself with me and Emily standing out here.
Would he?
Stroking his big dick, moaning quietly so we don’t hear, thinking about me?
That bastard. He’s got me thinking about it. And that was his goal from the start.
Chapter 16
Charlie
Stefano sleeps like the dead. The big monster climbs in beside me each night, lays his head on the pillow, closes his eyes, and instantly starts breathing in a shallow rhythm. At first, I thought he was faking it, but now after a few days, it’s pretty clear he was blessed with the ability to flip his power off like he’s got a switch in the back.
Which is the total opposite of me.
I toss and turn. Nothing’s ever comfortable. Pillow between my legs, sheets shoved off, blankets piled on top. I’m never able to turn my brain off long enough for the silence to drag me down.
Best-case scenario, I’m rolling from side to side like a frustrated fish until sleep sneaks up and catches me unaware.
Tonight’s one of those nights, though, where no matter what, I can’t seem to quiet my body. I keep thinking about Stefano in the shower. About Emily holding that gun. About my clothes tucked away in strange drawers, hanging in odd closets, my things scattered all over a house that isn’t mine.
Beautiful but empty.
Is that really Stefano? Handsome and violent but hollow inside?
I keep catching glimpses of him, but every time I feel like he’s about to show me more, the big bastard retreats.
Like earlier today. He was actually worried about our safety. He went about it all wrong, but he was trying to protect me.
Then he made those sex comments just to mess around.
Now I don’t know what to think.
