Page 68 of Ruthless Lord
Shit.
This isn’t what I expected from today.
But it destroys my resolve, and I lunge across the tiny space between us, smashing my lips to his.
It’s like this every time.
I keep thinking there’s no way kissing him could possibly feel as good as I remember. I convince myself it’s just bullshit. That it’s a trick of memory or just a particular situation that heightened everything.
I’m completely wrong.
Because it’s even better than I thought.
His lips dominate mine the second I pierce the distance between us. He groans into my mouth, the most sensual, needy sound I’ve ever heard in my life. His hands come up, and I pull back just a little, just for a second?—
“You can touch me,” I gasp, moaning the words. “Just for right now.”
He smothers my mouth with his, and his big hand grips my hair, taking total control. I give myself over to him, wanting this more than I could’ve imagined. Last night, I nearly gave in and threw myself into his arms. Now I’m finally finishing what we started.
But I’m also doing this out of guilt.
His taste is whiskey and mint. He pulls me from the chair and shoves me down onto the top of his desk, knocking over a keyboard and sending pens and paper scattering to the floor. He doesn’t give a shit. Stefano clearly hates this place, and I can’t blame him. An office is all wrong. Putting him in management is like making a lion the mayor. He’s not built for this kind of job.
But kissing me? Kissing my neck, biting my lower lip, pulling my shirt off and throwing it aside with a vicious flick of his wrist? That’s what he was made for. The man undresses me ravenously until I’m topless. His mouth finds my nipples and licks my swollen buds, sucking them as they pebble between his teeth. I arch into his embrace and tug his shirt off, wanting to see his tattoos and his incredible body. An ache fills my core as I run my fingers down the web of scars and burns that spider across his chest and arms.
He’s been through so much. This is a man with experience. Sometimes I forget he’s so much older, at least until I see the network of wounds spread over his gorgeous body. These aren’t the show muscles of a gym rat. These are the arms, the chest, the stomach of a machine honed and tuned to violence and killing.
His fingers dart down my flanks, holding at my hips. He squeezes my ass, tugging me closer.
“You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?” I tease, my head tossed slightly back. He’s touching me everywhere, indulging in the sudden freedom.
“Every day.” He touches my arms, shoulders, wrists, fingers. He glides a thumb along my inner thigh to the hem of my jeans and deftly undoes the button and the fly. My heart leaps, worried he might find what’s jammed into my back pocket, but he doesn’t seem like he’s paying close attention to my clothes. Only what’s under them. “Every second of every hour.” He tugs my pants forward, and I lift my hips, letting them come off, relieved when they hit the floor and are forgotten. “I’m not normally a man good at keeping myself under control.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“I’m a man of my word. But when it comes to this?” He leans back and looks at me, hunger blazing in his eyes. “I’m fucking on edge every time you’re around.”
“You seem fine though, even when we’re in bed.”
“Ever wonder why I take long showers at night?”
My eyes widen a fraction. “Don’t tell me you’re?—”
“Think about this.” He kisses me hard, and I thrill at the thought of him stroking himself again to my memory. “And this and every inch of you.” He licks my nipples and runs a hand between my legs, making me purr with pleasure.
“I almost feel sorry for you,” I whisper as he drops down, kissing my hips.This is wrong. It’s so wrong. If he knew what was in my pocket, he’d rather strangle me than lick me.But I’m pathetic and powerless to stop him. I grip his thick hair, marveling at all the gray beginning to show. “Except I’m thinking maybe it’s better to make you wait.”
“I’m not a delayed gratification kind of man.” His mouth runs along my panties before he roughly shoves them aside.
I let out a soft moan as his mouth finds my slit. He’s gentle and teasing at first. Nibbling and nipping. Kissing up and down, tongue teasing me apart.
“Here you are, taking your sweet time though,” I murmur, my eyes rolling back.
“That’s only because I’m greedy. I want to stretch this newfound privilege out as long as I can.” He moves my panties aside more and tongues me top to bottom. I shiver then arch into him, gripping his hair harder. His mouth overwhelms me, licking and lapping, sucking with these incredibly sinful noises. His fingersjoin in, deft and trained, flexible and quick, gliding deep into my pussy as his mouth continues its dance.
Pleasure blossoms like fire. I’m losing my mind, only dimly aware that we’re in his damn office in the middle of the workday. I grind against his mouth, feeling just as greedy as him.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, needing this to keep going. I’ve never wanted so badly before in my life. Stefano rips apart all my defenses, shreds the distance I keep between myself and the world, and turns me into his mewling little pet. It’s pathetic, I know, and there’s a reason I made thisno touchingrule.
