Page 31 of Ruthless God
I opened my mouth, to say what I didn’t know, when I felt his fingers strum over my opening. Words escaped me. All I was capable of was a soft moan that didn’t sound like me at all.
“Massimo, I?—”
“I know,” he said. “I know you’re sore. That’s why we won’t do anything more than this.”
“This?” I gasped out.
His fingers quickened against me, drawing my arousal. My legs rubbed against each other on their own accord, trapping his hand there. He moved then, pushing himself up on his arms and throwing the blanket away from us. I was no longer cold. No, instead, I was feeling a blistering heat that was almost getting to be too much.
I was naked. And so was Massimo. We never put any clothes on after last night. The sun peeked through the curtains, making all the details of our bodies that much more conspicuous. Iwanted to pull the blankets back over us, but instead, I forced myself to relax and let Massimo take in his fill. My skin flushed wherever his eyes landed, and there was a dark glint in them that told me perhaps… perhaps he liked what he saw.
“I’m going to make you feel good,” he said, his voice gruff, just as he pushed my legs apart and gave himself better access.
A rough sound escaped my lips before I could think to curb it. His eyes glinted as he looked at me, and though I didn’t know the look well, I thought he appeared… happy with me. And if not happy, then at the very least satisfied with me as his choice for a bride.
He leaned down and kissed me once more. This was different. It wasn’t like our first kiss, which had been reverent if not a little restrained. It wasn’t like the kiss he gave me at the church that held no emotions, and not even like the one last night, filled with a dark promise I had no way of understanding.
This kiss was desperate. Ugly and messy, even.
It spoke of ownership, of a surrender to an agreement we both promised.
It was addicting. I moaned against his lips and kissed him back, needing more of him.
And more still.
Lina was right. Massimo De Luca would break me, just not in the way everyone was expecting.
This break would be irrevocable. Unstoppable. Like a freight train moving at top speed on a broken track. Surely, it would cause some damage in the end.
But I didn’t care.
He plunged his tongue inside my mouth at the same time I felt his fingers push inside me.
I turned my head to the side, pulling away from the kiss and looking at him. I clenched down on him automatically,wondering if there would ever be a time when I would get used to the feel of him inside me.
He didn’t say anything as he began to move his fingers at a slow, steady pace first, causing a slight tremor to convulse deep inside until he picked up the pace, and the tremors grew.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he gritted out. I didn’t know how to answer him, so I didn’t, not used to how free Massimo was with his words around me. “You were made for me, weren’t you,principessa?”
Was I?
Didn’t that sound too… idealistic for someone like Massimo?
He talked like he believed in fate. As if fate had brought me to him, when in reality, it was Andre’s quest for more power.
But even with that thought, there was a huge part of me that liked the idea a little too much.
He pulled his fingers out of me suddenly, leaving me feeling empty. I made a small sound in protest, wanting him back, wanting that sensation. Massimo leaned down and took my lips in his once more, kissing me in that way that left no room for doubt about who I belonged to.
“Do you like it when I touch you?” he asked me when he pulled away.
I nodded, feeling shy, just as he cupped me between my legs.
His hand moved over the wet lips, and my skin convulsed when I felt his thumb press over my clit.
“Feel good?”
I nodded, wishing he would stop talking so much.
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