Page 72 of Ruthless God

“Please,” I begged.

“That’s right, my sweet girl,” he cooed, pressing his thumb painfully over my sensitive clit.

“Fuck.”

He looked at me with dark, amused eyes. He worked me harder with his thumb as another finger slipped inside, stroking the fire that was slowly igniting from within.

“Come for me,principessa,” he said almost aggressively, his fingers a brutal intrusion I had no way of ignoring.

I came with a shout, my inner muscles clenching around him. Massimo pressed his lips against mine, swallowing my cries of pleasure. I crumbled against him, unable to hold myself up any longer. Massimo was there, moving his hands down my body from behind. I shivered when I felt his very large palms against my backside. He kneaded the supple flesh roughly,painfully.

I shook my head as if to stop the pain, to tell him to stop, but the words would not leave my lips. The look in his eyes stopped me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He pulled me in closer to him until I could feel his erection pressed up against my stomach. Igasped from the sensation, the feeling heightened because I was fully naked, and he was still dressed in that expensive black suit of his, sans jacket, the fabric of his clothes pressed up against my skin. I couldn’t imagine how we looked like this. “But you are especially beautiful when you’re bare to me like this. I should fucking keep you naked inside the house from now on.”

I gasped and shook my head. He smirked. “No, you’re right. Getting you naked is a part of the fun.”

His fingers moved further in my crease, strumming over my back end. I pulled back to look at him as he continued to play with me.

“Massimo.”

“Aren’t you mine?” he asked gruffly. I could only nod. The concept was a foreign one—to belong to another person. But he was right; I was his.

“Isn’t this mine?” He dipped his finger a little into me, teasing my entrance.

I shot him a look. “My…”

He smirked. “Look at this. My sweetprincipessacan’t even say the word. Your tight little asshole, my dear.”

I took in a deep breath, unable to say anything to that.

“Make no mistake. This is mine.” He pushed his finger in a little deeper, creating a strange sensation I wasn’t sure I liked. My grip on his skin deepened.

“When you’re ready, I’m going to take you here.”

“Take me—fuck.”

The pace of his finger quickened, allowing me to feel everything. “This is mine. Just like your sweet little cunt. And this mouth of yours.”

He bent down and kissed me, his lips molding around mine in that dominating way of his, driving me crazy. He pulled out of me then, and before I could really think about what was happening, Massimo lifted me up in his arms. I wrapped myselfaround him, hanging on for dear life as his hands cupped my butt cheeks. He moved us toward the bed and laid me down on the soft mattress, his body following.

He slid his hand in between our bodies, fumbling with the zipper of his pants. I heard it go down just as he grabbed hold of his cock, giving himself a few hard strokes before squeezing around the tip.

Without warning, he plunged fully inside me.

I threw my head back with a gasp as the feeling of him filled me up.

He didn’t give me time to adjust.

He was moving his hips, thrusting brutally in and out of me, making sure I could feel everything, making sure I could feel all of him. Until there was no doubt left in my mind that this was whatfuckingwas.

What we’d done up to this point was a small taste.

It was him holding back, only showing me a glimpse of the darkness. But how badly I craved it now, knowing what was waiting.

I pulled on the fabric of his shirt every time he pounded inside me, making the bed shake. “Please, please,please,” I begged. It just hurt sogood, but I wanted—needed more. More of him. More of his body, his soul… his heart.

I wanted his heart.