Page 8 of Lies like Rubies, Part One

“No,” I whispered back, unwillingly admiring her tenacity and calm under pressure. What the hell was a treasure like Sofia Russo doing with someone like Accardi? “Keep your arms above your head.”

When she didn’t answer, I released her wrists from my tight grip and waited to see how she’d respond. She flexed her hands but kept them where I commanded.Good girl.

I dragged the rough pads of my fingers down her side until both hands wrapped around her hips. Gripping her soft flesh, I yanked her backward against the hard length of my cock. She shuddered, obvious in her attempts to keep her breathing calm and her body indifferent as I traced my hands across her pelvis. My movements were agonizingly slow, drawing her focus. The heat of her skin soaked into me like hot lava, a sharp pull distracting me from my purpose—ruining her.

“What do you want?” she whispered yet again.

I took her earlobe between my teeth and bit sharply, disappointed when she didn’t cry out. “Your tears, Sofia, and your humiliation. For Sergio to see you as the filthy slut you’re going to be for me.” I grasped her left hip and squeezed until she gasped with pain, pleased that she’d wake up the next day with bruises in the shape of my hand.

This woman would be a delight to break—an indulgence while I destroyed Accardi.

Holding her tight with one hand, I slid the other up her stomach to palm her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown. I weighed it with my hand, then swept my thumb over the nipple, only to find it already taut beneath my touch. I hummed with pleasure and brushed over the bud again and again, listening as she fought the need that shot through her. She fought to keep her breath even and contain her sweet gasp when I kneaded her breast, rubbing my palm over her distended peak.

“Stop, please,” she murmured, but she no longer fought me with the same ferocity.

I stroked my other hand from her hip to her chest, enjoying the feel of her abdominal muscles clenching as I skimmed my fingers over her torso.

“No,” I breathed across the shell of her ear before taking her earlobe into my mouth and sucking on it, alternating gentle nibbles with licks of my tongue while I worked her breast with my hand. My other sank lower until it sat on her pelvis, possessively holding her against me but moving no farther.

“Filthy sluts who sleep with scum like Sergio, then get wet when strange men feel them up, don’t get to ask for anything.”

“I’m not wet,” she snapped, jerking forward until she pressed against the wall, attempting to put distance between us. “You’re disgusting.”

Oh?I changed course, gathering her nightgown in my hand, then slipping under the lace of her panties. Heat seeped into my skin as I ran my finger over her slit, gathering the slick evidence of her desire before holding my soaked and shining finger in front of her face.

“Are you sure?”

“That you’re disgusting? Absolutely,” she sneered. I snapped my hips into hers, thrusting her against the wall again, trapping my hand against her breast. I squeezed, wondering how much it would take for her to cry out in pain.

Eventually, she did. I thrust my finger into her mouth. “Clean it,” I hissed.

She bit down hard. I swore furiously, then spun her around and slapped her face, snapping her head to the side.

“Bitch,” I seethed.

“You’re a real bastard, you know that?” She kept her voice low, and I remembered she had a four-year-old asleep down the hall. I’d forgotten, distracted by the bliss of her smooth skin under my fingers. She dropped her icy facade, holding a hand to her cheek as she narrowed her eyes in fury. Her chest heaved as she leaned back against the wall, her nipples pebbled beneath the silk, begging me to wrap my mouth around them and taste.

Fucking gorgeous. What a treat she’d be.

I tangled my fingers in a strand of long blonde hair as we stared at each other, neither willing to back down. I couldn’t take my eyes off her pink lips, aching to take the bottom one between my teeth and bite down hard.

I reached behind her skull and fisted her hair, tilting her head back, pulling hard enough that she’d feel the pain. “Come, sit.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Difficult to do when you’re holding me against the wall.”

Ignoring her gasp, I yanked her forward, spinning her around before guiding her out of the hallway and toward the couch. I sprawled in the same place as earlier, retrieving the gun I’d left when I’d chased her down the hall.

I shoved her onto her hands and knees between my spread legs. The sight of her trembling in anger, cheeks flushed, ice blue irises flashing with fury, inches from my hard and aching cock, was fucking obscene.

Sofia tried to jerk away, to no avail. Each movement brought her closer until I held her mouth a breath away from my thighs.

“How does this end?” she asked, gazing up with hard eyes that hid her emotions. “If I give you a blow job, will you leave?”

“Your signature is all over Sergio’s documents. I’m not going anywhere until you tell me where he is.”

“I don’t know,” she answered, the fury clearing from her eyes, replaced by icy calm.

“You saw him recently?”

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