Page 47 of Ruthless Mr. Ricco
“Your parents divorced?”
“Wow, what rock have you been living under?”she snarks.
“The one that’s now worth billions of dollars,” I quip.
“Wow.Really?That’s what you’re going to throw in my face?Your success?Get off me,” she demands with a buck of her hips and a shove of her fists against my chest.
I squeeze her breast and thrust my hips.
“No,” I say.
“Why not?”
Despite the harshness of her voice, desperation lurks in her tone.
“Because you’re mine, little rabbit, and I don’t believe a man our age is that chummy with you without nefarious intent,” I say.
She twists and fights, but I lean more of my weight on her and keep her right where I want her.
“For all that’s unholy, do you not hear yourself?”Her anger carries clearly in her clipped voice.“That man is the best thing that’s ever happened to my mother and me.Don’t you dare—”
I tighten my fist in her hair and capture her mouth in a demanding kiss.She squeaks and writhes, but her hard nipple presses into my palm as I knead her breast.I pinch and roll the sensitive peak between my thumb and forefinger until she cries out.Swallowing her shout, I release her hair and trail my fingertips down her throat and torso to wedge my hand between our bodies.She hisses and trembles from head to toe as I grab her sex through her clothes.
I rip my mouth away from hers.Her breaths wash over my face.
“You know how to push me to the very edge, don’t you, little rabbit?Choose your next words carefully, or I’ll show you just how much more I can do for you than he can,” I promise.
She digs her nails into my wrist and tilts her hips away as she shakes her head.
“Don’t lie, Brook.How long have you been with him, and he’s never given you an orgasm?Yet I made you come all over my hand just a few hours ago, didn’t I, little rabbit?”I goad.
She closes her eyes and grits her teeth before responding.
“Gary is myfather.He fell in love with my mother, married her, and legally adopted me.I took his last nameas his daughter.There’s nothing romantic between us.At all.”
Several puzzle pieces click into place.I gentle my hands as the band constricting my ribs loosens.I take what feels like the first full breath in a century and press my forehead against hers as I will my heart back into my chest.When I no longer feel on the edge of spontaneously combusting, I lift my head and meet her eyes.
“He adopted you because your real father sabotaged your scholarship and banned you from the top law institutes,” I say.
“Yes,” she confirms.
She’s too resilient.Too soft.Too tempting.
I curl my fingers and grind my palm over the whole of her sex.She gasps and arches her back, pressing her breast into my hand.I knead the perfect mound and flick my pointer finger back and forth over her nipple.
“Stop,” she breathes.
“Say you’ll come to my penthouse tomorrow morning,” I demand.
She shakes her head.
“We have things to…discuss,” I murmur.
Her scoff shifts her breast in my grip.I squeeze her pussy.
“No.”
I lock my eyes on her swollen mouth and lick my bottom lip.
