Page 42 of Ruthless Roses

I’m pulled up off the bed and dragged over to the full-length mirror on the opposite side of our room.

“What,” I gasp out. “Jon—”

“I asked you a fucking question,” he snaps, standing me in front of the mirror. He remains behind me, a towering presence of power and dominance. He grips my throat and forces my face forward so we’re staring at our reflection. “Tell me you’re going to be a good girl and obey me.”

“Yes,” I whisper. My eyes squeeze shut. “Yes, I’ll obey.”

Stillnot good enough.

There’s a dark energy about him. A beat of feral madness that terrifies me but also makes me slick with desire.

He gropes my pussy and bites my jaw. “Open your fucking eyes. Look at your reflection and answer me.”

I hurry to do as he says. My eyes pop open, my chest rising and falling in anticipation, as I meet his gaze in the mirror. He’s teasing my wet pussy, distracting me, making me hot and breathless. “Yes, Jon. Yes. Oh. OH!”

“That’s what I want to hear. You’re going to enjoy the view I do. You look so fucking sexy right now.”

His growl turns me on even more. It’s deep and husky, thickened by his arousal. His desperation for me drips off every part of him.

My panties are torn away. My nursing bra discarded. I’m standing before the mirror completely bare, my curves fully on display.

For a second, I watch him watching me—the way his gaze immediately rakes over me, head to toe. The appreciation living in the swirl of his blue-green irises, but also the intense lust that darkens his eyes. That clenches in his jaw as he admires every part of me. My larger breasts, my rounder hips and softer thighs and apex in between.

It turnsmeon seeing how much I turnhimon.

“Fuck,” he husks out despite himself. He kisses the side of my neck and slides his palm along my wet, slick pussy. “No more fucking hiding. No more fucking hiding ever again.”

I shudder and nod, surrendering to the feelings he’s eliciting out of me. I throw caution to the wind, trusting in him, as I force my brain to shut down.

“Look at this beautiful body,” he groans, fondling a breast in one strong hand, playing with my pussy with the other. “It pisses me off to hear you say you don’t feel good. That you don’t feel sexy. Phi, you’re a god damn goddess. These breasts, these thighs, your stomach, your ass, your face, every fucking part of you is irresistible. Don’t you get how fucking beautiful you are?”

A moan is the only answer I can give in the moment—my pussy’s aching for more. It’s wet and throbbing as Salvatore teases me with no end in sight. He’s sunk two fingers inside, his thumb rubbing my clit, his lips still on my throat. I buck into his touch, my body begging for more.

I’m lost in the passion. I’m incapable of doing anything but shivering at the pleasure that’s washing over me.

It’s everything about the moment. The energy in the air. The throbbing pulse of my pussy and hardness of my nipples. The heat in Salvatore’s touch. The deep impact of his words and the way he makes me feel.

How I feel begins to shift.

As I’m clenched within his grip, arching into him, I’m admiring our reflection, feeling flustered and aroused. I’m feeling like every word he says is true.

I’m a goddess being worshiped and pleasured by the man who loves me, who is so obsessed with me, he’ll never have enough.

Salvatore takes me there. He has me on the cusp of an orgasm as he kisses me and plays with my pussy.

But just as I’m about to tip over the edge, he’s pulling back. He’s discarding his own clothes, joining me in the reflection of the full-length mirror. His rippling muscles and sculpted fighter’s body framing mine.

He wraps his arms around me and tilts my head for a kiss on the mouth.

“Do you get it?” he asks, his lips hovering over mine. “Do you see what I see?”

And I do—shifting my gaze to the mirror, I see how good we look together, naked and entwined.

Ifeelit.

Sexy and sensual and throbbing with a desire I haven’t felt in months.

Salvatore holds me to him as he kisses my neck and shoulders and pushes into me. I cry out at the intrusion. Not from pain or discomfort.

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