Page 118 of Ruthless God

He pulled me up roughly, his eyes dark with hunger. “You fucking ruined me,” he growled darkly.

I smiled a little at his words. Good. It was only fair, considering how thoroughly he had ruined me.

He lifted me and tossed me onto the bed in one swift motion. I bounced slightly, my breasts jiggling from the impact. There was no gentleness about it. I didn’t need gentle from him. I needed rough. Unrestrained. Ugly. I needed the monstereveryone warned me about. And I needed him desperately. He crawled over me, his big, powerful body caging me in. His hand slid down my body, fingers whispering over my skin until he reached my dripping core.

“So wet,” he murmured, circling my clit with his fingers. “All for me.”

I arched into his touch, desperate for more. “Please,” I whimpered.

“Please, what?” he said, his eyes glowing dark as his fingers teased my entrance. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

I squirmed beneath him, wanting some of that delicious friction that I knew could so easily get me off. “Please, I need you inside me,” I begged shamelessly.

He smiled a predatory smile that curled his lips in a twisted way and stretched the skin of his scars. How fucking mesmerizing. “As you wish.”

Without warning, he thrust two thick fingers deep inside me. I cried out at the brutal intrusion, my inner walls clenching around him. He pumped his fingers in and out at a punishing pace, his thumb circling my clit.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, voice rough, his skin red. “To be filled by me?”

“Yes!” I gasped, hips bucking against his hand. “More, please!” Wetness gushed out of me as he added another finger, stretching me.

The pain only spurred me on.

“Massimo, please. I need more.”

He pulled me up to a sitting position. I looked down to see his cock hardening once again.

I looked up at him in shock, and he smiled proudly. Shifting my hips up, he positioned the head at my entrance before letting me go, letting me fall on his cock, filling me with him.

My fingernails dug into the skin on his back, feeling the scars there. The pain seemed to push him into a bigger frenzy as he pumped his hips up, fucking me like that on the bed.

I could feel his heavy weight bearing down on me with each thrust, reminding me of his brute strength, his power—all of which turned me on even more.

I threw my head back with a cry.

It didn’t take me long to reach my peak.

I was screaming his name before I knew what was happening.

He kept pounding into me, building a small simmering of pain that I didn’t want to end.

I came a second time before I felt him swell, following my release with his own.

I buried my face in his neck, trying to catch my breath as he buried his face into my hair.

I didn’t want this moment to end. I wanted to stay here with him and not have to worry about anything else.

Not have to worry about the Russians wanting to hurt my husband or a sister who didn’t care for me and was only using me to escape her own husband.

I didn’t want to worry anymore. I just wanted it to be him and me.

I tightened my arms around him from the thought and pulled away from his neck, about to say just that when movement from the doorway caught my attention.

I gasped as I saw Lina running away through the small crack in the door.

“What?” Massimo asked.

I looked at him, feeling mortified and violated in the worst way possible.