Page 48 of Ruthless Mr. Ricco
“Do I need to beg again?We both know how that ended last time,” I murmur.
Blood trickles down my arm as her nails break the skin around my wrist.
“Promise me something,” she says.
I pull my gaze away from her lips and drown in her melted chocolate eyes.
“Anything,” I vow.
Not anything.I won’t leave her.Ever.
“If I come tomorrow, no one at the office will know, not even Liam.We will keep our professional and personal lives separate,” she says.
I pinch her nipple and chuckle at her gasp.
“Do I need to draft a contract?”I half joke.I will if she wants one.
With a surprising burst of power, she stomps on my toes, twists my wrist, knees my thigh, and ducks away.I hiss in pain and brace my forearm on the wall.
“No.A verbal promise will suffice.”She turns her back to the hall, casting her front in shadows as she reaches under her shirt and fixes her bra.“You won’t jeopardize the ambiance of your carefully cultivated workplace, will you, Mr.Goal-Oriented and Success Driven?”she challenges.
I shove my amusement down deep but can’t hide the mirth in my tone.
“Of course not, Ms.Simons,” I lie.
I’ll happily endure a chaotic workplace for my little rabbit.She’s brought color and light back into the office.
With her clothes adjusted and her shoulders rolled back, she lifts her chin and meets my eyes.
“Text me your address, then.Oh, and, Matteo?”She holds every ounce of my attention.My entire body buzzes in anticipation.“I like it when you beg.”
A wave of heat rolls from the base of my spine to my balls, and I hold back my release by the skin of my teeth.
My little rabbit’s sharp tongue threatens my control.
She may not have answered all my questions, but she revealed enough to appease the beast inside me, and now that I know the truth behind her name change, I won’t hold back.
There’s no escape for my little rabbit now.I’ll make her mine tomorrow.All mine.
Chapter 13
Brook Simons
I’ve lost my godforsaken mind.I’m certifiable.No sane person would go to their boss’s apartment on a Sunday morning.No one with half a braincell would give the man who crushed her heart in high school another chance.No woman with an ounce of self-worth would traipse across the city to fuck an overbearing asshole.
Yet here I am, staring at the high rise containing Matteo Ricco’s doorstep.
This may be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but other than to avenge my mother and enact my revenge, I’ve never wanted anything this much before.Retribution is no easy task.It may be years before I annihilate my father, but Matteo is within easy reach.
I roll my shoulders back and step through the fancy glass revolving door and into the lobby.Halfway to the reception desk, an elevator dings off in the distance, and Matteo emerges from a side hall.
I agonized over what to wear and finally settled on the green casual top and jeans he bought from the boutique yesterday.Mr.Carter, my landlord and part-time employer, nearly had an aneurysm when the ritzy car pulled up to his curb with fancy gift bags in my name.I was an idiot for putting my address down for delivery, but sending them to my mother’s apartment would’ve been too hard to explain.
Even in my simple clothes, Matteo’s grey sweatpants and tight black t-shirt make me feel overdressed.Heat throbs low in my belly as he stalks toward me with hungry eyes.
He nods at the man behind the desk as he weaves his much bigger fingers through mine and tugs me after him.Apprehension closes a fist around my stomach when he pulls me into the elevator.
“Wait, maybe we should go to a hotel,” I say.
