Page 36 of Ruthless Mr. Ricco
Satisfaction bubbles within me at her frustration.I tease my fingertips down her forearm and rest my cheek on the top of her head.
“Is my little rabbit jealous?Don’t be.I’m all yours, Brook,” I murmur into her hair.
She leans away, slipping her head out from under me, and peers up into my soul.
“You belong to you, and I belong to me.I told you; once we signed the employment contract—”
I wrap my fingers around her head and cover her mouth with mine.She squeaks and pushes against my chest, but I sneak my tongue between her teeth and groan at her sweetness.Her fists close in my suit.I nip her lower lip, lick the sting away, and dive back into her mouth.
When her tongue responds with a tentative stroke against mine, I lose control and devour her with the hunger roaring through me.After a slight hesitation, she demands I give as much as I take, and I drown in her vicious perfection.
The intercom buzzes.I snarl and lift my head.Brook’s heaving breaths wash over my lips as I hold her face an inch from mine.I can’t force myself to put more distance between us.
Mr.Brunswick’s shoes click across the floor as he answers the intercom.I flex my fingers around her head, marveling at our size difference, and brush the pads of my thumbs over her temples as words spill from my swollen lips.
“I became yours the moment you hopped into my lap and nibbled on my throat.There’s no going back, little rabbit.I’m yours.Only yours.”
The truth behind my declaration rings through me.When I declared her as mine earlier—was it only this morning?—jealousy and bitterness fueled me, but after watching her navigate through so many firsts in a new workspace, I realize she isn’t the heartless bitch I made her out to be when she chose my brother over me.
Nothing makes sense.Stories don’t match.The disconnect between what I saw and heard the last few weeks of high school and the stubborn self-reliance she still shows today is astounding.
No matter what happened eleven years ago, I cannot deny the pull between us.
She’s mine, and I’m hers.
“I didn’t take anything from you.You forced that kiss on me,” she says in the sexiest throaty voice I’ve ever heard.
“You liked it,” I murmur.
“My enjoyment does not negate your—”
“I liked it, too,” I interrupt.Her swollen lips beg for me to taste them again.“I want more and so do you, so—”
She blocks my attempt to kiss her by shoving her hand between our mouths.Her wince cools my ardor.
“Stop, Mr.Ricco.This is neither the time nor the place.”
“Call me Matteo,” I demand.
“No.You’re being rude to Mr.Brunswick.”
“Oh, so now it’s Mr.Brunswick instead of Liam?”
“He’s gay, not blind, and this is an office, not a bar.Let me go.”
I scoff and pull her against my chest.
“Not a chance in hell.Like you said, Mr.Brunswick isn’t blind.”
“Then stop wearing suits.”
Her quip makes no sense, so I hum a noncommittal note as I reach for the first aid kit.
“You don’t get it, do you?”she asks.
“Get what, little rabbit?”
I rifle through the kit until I find the bandage wraps.
