Page 60 of Ruthless God

She spread her legs, offering me the full view of her cunt in the dawn light. “Fuck, but you’re exquisite. And every moment with you is just not fucking enough,” I growled, quickly pulling off my own clothes. Her eyes moved down to my cock. I fucking loved the way she looked at me. As if she couldn’t get enough. Pulling her legs, I repositioned her until they hung over the edge of the bed. I got in between her spread legs and, without warning, pushed myself inside.

We groaned at the same time, her hand blindly reaching for me as I started to fuck her.

Hell.

It was like heaven, feeling her clench down on me.

I let my fingers come down to her clit, playing with it roughly every time I pushed inside her, wanting to feel her shake around me, wanting to see her lose control.

“Please, Massimo.”

“I know, baby,” I answered her pleas, moving faster. I slapped the side of her tits, one after the other, watching the way they moved from the force, knowing I was close. Fuck, but I wasn’t going to come before her.

“Come for me,” I gritted out.

Her back arched off the mattress, and like the good girl that she was, she came for me, her moans and screams filling the empty house and making me feel strong and weak, all the same.

Making me feel so out of control, I began to wonder if I ever had it in the first place.

I came inside her, watching my cum fill her up and spill out of her pussy. The vision of her pregnant with my baby filled my mind, and I felt weak-kneed with yearning for that.

To have both her and my baby.

The two would belong to me and no one else.

Fuck.

I heldher close in my arms, keeping her face on my chest, not wanting her to look up and see me and see too much.

I felt raw.

And not myself.

I felt exposed, and that was the last thing I wanted other people to see in me, not even my wife—especially my wife.

I needed to leave soon. I had been bedbound for far too long, and there was too much shit to get to.

But the thought of leaving her after fucking her felt wrong. And why that mattered to me, that I might be doing something wrong by her, I didn’t fucking know, but I was here, holding her tight in my arms.

“I have to go soon,” I said softly.

She burrowed herself deeper into me. I wondered if she was even aware of her actions. One thing was for certain: she was getting more comfortable with me, day by day. And still, it felt like I hardly knew her.

I knew that wasn’t important. My parents barely knew each other. But of course, my parents were hardly the prime examples of what a marriage should be.

I knew that. Knew that since the moment I found out my mom had killed herself.

I was the only one who saw her body. Romeo, Matteo, and Giulia had been too young to understand what was happening, and Elio was helping me by keeping them away from the room while I tried to get our mother’s body down from the rope she was hanging from.

I would not let my mother’s tragedy become Luna’s future.

I tightened my arms around her from the thought and, without thinking, bent down and placed a swift kiss on the top of her head before gently pulling her off me. I got up as Luna pulled the sheets to cover herself as if trying to hide her naked body from my gaze.

I smiled a little at the action before moving into the walk-in closet to get dressed for my day.

It didn’t take me long, and Luna was still in the same position she’d been.

I braced my weight on my hands against the mattress, bending down until I could make out the silver flecks in her eyes. She blushed.