Page 26 of Ruthless God

He didn’t seem to care that I didn’t know what I was doing.

If anything, he seemed to enjoy my kisses as much as I enjoyed his.

He pulled away from the kiss first and slid his lips down my skin. I made a slight noise in protest, wanting him back, wanting to keep kissing, but he nipped at the skin on my neck, stopping me. I looked at him.

“Be good. Let me show you how much better it can be.”

It could be better than this?

He must have read the doubt on my face because he let out a small chuckle and continued kissing his way down my body. I tried to arch away when I felt his lips on my breast.

I shook my head.

He couldn’t. It was just too intimate. He didn’t stop.

Instead, he looked up and met my eyes just as he sucked one nipple into his mouth. My back arched from the sensation, and my fists came down and clenched around the bedsheets.

“Please,” I mumbled, not knowing what I was asking for. For him to stop like I initially wanted, or worse, for more. He let go of my nipple with a pop of his mouth, leaving a wet spot behind as he moved on to the other one, giving it the same treatment first before I felt his teeth. His hand played with the one he had just abandoned, rolling the hardened tip around between two fingers.

I sucked in a startled breath, so aware of where he was touching me, I didn’t know how to focus on anything else.

“Please,” I whimpered out.

I gasped at the sharp sting, and he used the flat of his tongue to lick away the pain.

“Massimo.”

“That’s right,” he said, his hot breath fanning over my skin. “Say my name. Know that it’s me sucking on these pretty little nipples.”

I flushed from his words as he went back to playing with me. He pinched my nipple roughly before I felt his hand move down my body. I sucked in a sharp breath when his fingertip grazed over my mound. He pulled back and looked at me just before he cupped me with his hand, touching me in a place no other man had ever touched before.

My eyes widened, and my muscles clenched.

He squeezed me, causing a slight spasm to work its way up my body.

“Fuck, I barely touch you, and you’re already wet for me.”

I knew enough about what went on during sex to know why my body was reacting like this to him, but to experience it firsthand was something else entirely. I was suddenly very self-conscious about that.

Was Itoowet?

I couldn’t even ask him because he was suddenly moving his fingers over my slit. Waves upon waves of pleasure flashed through me from that, and I threw my head back and let out a low moan.

“Fuck,” he gritted out. “You’re so fucking responsive to me, aren’t you? Does that feel good?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. How did he expect me to answer him?

He pulled back and gently tapped over my pussy. It wasn’t hard, but the sensation was so strange that I couldn’t help but let out a low cry.

“Answer me,wife. Does it feel good when I play with your sweet little pussy? Knowing this is mine? Knowing that no other man will ever see it—see you? It belongs to me now, just like you belong to me.”

I should be offended by his possessive words, and perhaps a small part of me was, but he was right. In our world, a wife belonged to her husband, and there were worse things in life than belonging to a man like Massimo De Luca.

He slapped it again, harder than the first when I didn’t answer, and I let out a hiss in pain, even as spasms of pleasure convulsed through me.

He laughed darkly.

“Fuck, baby, I could feel you gushing out from these little love taps. Now answer my question.”