Page 49 of Ruthless Mr. Ricco
He crowds me against the back wall and cups my nape as the doors slide closed.
“No.I need you in my home.”
His low rumble sounds thick with sleep even though predatory awareness wafts from him.
Despite the fear intensifying my lust, something deep inside me unfurls.Even now, with desperation reflecting in the golden flecks in his irises, he exudes control.He cares for me.His bulk blocks my view of the world, but his hand on my nape is gentle.
I switched back and forth between hot and cold last night as I recalled our time in the dressing room.My jaw aches even though my time on my knees was short.Matteo Ricco is not a small man.He could easily hurt me.
But he doesn’t.He won’t.
I shouldn’t trust him, but I do, and right now, with his clean, masculine scent in my nostrils and his eyes piercing into my soul, I can’t even remember why I shouldn’t trust him.
“Kiss me,” he demands.
I swallow and splay my hands over his abs.His hard, muscular abs.
“Beg me,” I quip.
I don’t know where the words come from, but once they leave my lips, they won’t disappear.
Realizing this may be the only time I have an ounce of control throughout the day, I gather my courage and lean into my cold bitch persona.
“You’re a vicious, spiteful little rabbit, aren’t you, Brook?”
Although his words are harsh, his tone and mannerisms are not.My insides melt as his eyes soften and lips tilt in the smallest of smirks.
“You like it.Now beg me to kiss you,” I rasp.
His low, animalistic growl vibrates through my bones and wakes a primal part of me.He tightens his grip on my nape and shuffles closer, pressing his abs harder against my hands while keeping our bodies separated.
“Please, Brook.I’m begging you.Give me your mouth.Your kiss.Your pleasure.I need everything, little rabbit,” he rumbles.
I slide my hands up his torso, marveling at his physique, and press my body against his as I wrap my fingers around his nape.He’s so big.So strong.So hard.
So mine.
I rise onto my toes and tug his head down to mine.The moment our lips touch, our hunger ignites a firestorm between us.
I don’t need oxygen.I need him.Every inch of him.
The elevator dings.He growls into my mouth and lifts me off my feet.I wrap my legs around his waist and groan as his long, hard cock mashes my clit through our clothes.
I’m empty.Too empty.
His powerful hands grab my ass and roam over my back as our tongues and teeth duel.I spear my hands into his soft hair and demand more as he strides through the elevator doors.
Nothing exists beyond my need.He sets me on the foyer table and strips my shirt over my head.I yank the hem of his shirt up and watch in mesmerized delight as he pulls it off and tosses it aside.
My insides clench.Slick arousal dampens my panties.He’s a visual feast.I hover on the edge of an orgasm just looking at him.
He overwhelms my senses with more kisses, his hands, teeth, and tongue peppering my mouth, face, throat, and ears with sensual demand as he lifts me into his arms and carries me deeper into his apartment.I return his hunger tenfold, desperate to consume every inch of him.
His soft hair, softer lips, hard muscles, and smooth skin enthrall me.
I squeak as he pins me against the wall and unsnaps my bra.With a few impatient moves, he tosses the fabric over his shoulder and fills his hands with my breasts.Lightning arcs through me as he kneads and pinches my sensitive flesh.I close my fists in his hair and tug.
He growls and trails kisses down my throat.I gasp as he takes my breast into his mouth.
