Page 27 of Ruthless God

I nodded when he slid his hand up and played with my clit.

My back arched, and I tried to move away from the sensation. He didn’t allow for my escape.

“Please, Massimo,” I said when he roughly circled over the bundle of nerves. My legs jolted, but Massimo was relentless as he continued to play with me there, his movements becoming almost brutal.

“Look at you, Luna. Look at how beautiful you are like this. You’ll let me taste you, won’t you?”

Taste me?

Before I could answer, he was crawling between my legs, his face so close to my pussy, I didn’t know what to do. He was looking at me, separating the lips of my sex so that he could get a closer look.

I closed my eyes as a small whimper pushed through my lips.

The first swipe of his tongue was so soft, so subtle, I wasn’t sure if I had actually felt it or not.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. His lips were shining, but I wasn’t sure if it was because he had licked his lips or if it was from…

Fromme?

My heart sped from the thought. I couldn’t even contemplate that. Nor did I want to, so I said nothing as he peered up at me from where he was, a devilish look in his eyes.

He licked his lips, and his lips weren’t as shiny as before, so that answered that.

Hell.

“Fuck, you taste good.”

He leaned down and took another swipe, and this time, there was no doubt it was his tongue on me. Not only because I could see him doing it, but the touches weren’t soft or subtle anymore.

I gasped and tried to push away. He grabbed my legs and held me still.

“Fuck, baby. Do you have any idea how addicting you are?”

“I am?” I asked in a broken whisper. He found me addicting? That was hard to believe, but I wasn’t going to argue with that.

“You are,” he confirmed, his voice deepening. I closed my eyes. If he found me addicting, then I found his voice addicting. The timbre was unique and masculine, and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he could hold a tune.

The thought of how Massimo would look had I asked him to sing for me was so ridiculous, I smiled.

Massimo tapped my clit. I arched my back, my eyes springing open as I gasped.

“Lost you there for a moment,” Massimo said. “We can’t have that. In this bed, there’s only me, got it?”

The tone of his voice dripped with a possessiveness that made me shiver. I nodded.

“Good,” he said, sounding satisfied by my agreement. Before I could react or say anything to that—not that I knew what I would say—he drew his attention back to me, making me feel flush all over.

He went back and ate me out without warning.

“Oh God,” I moaned out.

“God?” he asked, sounding amused. “He’s not in this room with us. It’s Massimo. Say my name, Luna.”

“M-Massimo,” I stuttered out when I felt the flat of his tongue on me once more. And again. And…again.

Tears stung my eyes from his continual torture, wanting him to pull away… but,God, please don’t pull away. I didn’t want him to end this. I wanted… I needed…

I didn’t know what I wanted.