Page 36 of Brutal Heir (Ruthless Heirs #3)

IF I FALL

R ory

His mouth is chaos. Fire and hunger and too many unsaid truths.

One second I’m pressed against the railing overlooking the dancefloor his skillful fingers teasing my clit, and the next, Alessandro Rossi is kissing me like I’m the last thing tethering him to this world. Like if he lets go, he’ll spiral straight into the void.

And God help me, I kiss him back. Because maybe I would spiral too.

Despite avoiding him all week, one step back in this place, and he’s transformed into something else. A god among mere men. And I’m helpless but to give into his fiery touch.

His lips are softer than I remembered, but his kiss?

It’s anything but gentle. It’s brutal yet tender all at once, a war between restraint and obsession.

His hand grips my waist like he’s anchoring himself.

The other is still dangerously close to my throbbing center, his mouth devouring me in a way that makes it very, very clear this is no spur-of-the-moment slip.

Not like the other night could have been.

This man has wanted me for a long time.

And I’ve been lying to myself. Pretending I could handle being near him and not feel everything.

Because I do. I feel too damn much.

I clutch his shirt, pulling him closer even as my brain screams at me to back away. This is the part where it all goes to hell, isn’t it? This is the part where I lose the tiny shred of control I’ve been clinging to.

When he lifts me just enough so my hips catch the inner rail, I gasp against his lips, heart slamming into my ribs. His chest is flush with mine, and even through the layers of fabric, I feel the tension in him. The need. The restraint.

“You sure this is a good idea?” I manage, breathless and half-dazed but still fully aware I could plummet to my death if it wasn’t for the safety within the cage of his arms.

His eyes, mismatched and feral, meet mine with a heat that burns all the way to my core.

“Probably not,” he says, and his voice is wrecked and rough and sexy as sin. “But I’ve never been good at doing the right thing.”

So I yank him down to me again.

Our mouths collide, and something unravels inside me. Some thread of resistance snaps, giving way to heat and hunger and the terrifying realization that I might never be able to come back from this.

From him.

My fingers find the back of his neck, fastening there, and I swear he groans against my lips like he’s just barely holding on. His hips press into mine, the hard line of his cock unmistakable, and a dangerous thrill shoots straight through me.

But beneath the lust, there's something deeper. Something dangerous.

Because it’s not just my body responding to him. It’s all of me. I’ve spent years building walls, pretending I didn’t need anyone. But all it takes is one kiss, one touch, and I’m crumbling. Not because I’m weak, but because he makes me want more.

Every broken, bruised, terrified part of me wants this man. And that’s the most terrifying thing of all.

Because if I fall, I’m not sure I’ll survive the landing. Not with him. Not with the heir to a throne built on blood. Just like my own.

But for now, I kiss him like I don’t care.

Like the dancefloor below doesn’t exist. Like no one’s watching.

Because maybe, for the first time in my life, I want to be the one doing the ruining. And maybe, just maybe, I want him to ruin me right back.

So I slip my hand between us and find his thick cock pressed against his slacks.

A part of me fully realizes I’ve lost my mind.

Not only am I about to break every rule I’ve adhered to since becoming a nurse and obliterate every line that exists between my patient and me, but I’m also about to let him feck me dangling over the railing of his nightclub.

If anyone were to look up…

Still, I find myself dragging his zipper down.

His cock springs free, and feckin’ hell it’s a lot bigger than I remembered it from all those countless, torturous baths.

“Rory, no,” he grits out against my lips, but with both hands occupied, he can’t swat me away this time.

“Why?”

A hard line slashes across his jaw before he shakes his head. Then with one hand holding me, the other drags my panties down and he drops to his knees before me.

“Ale… what are you doing?”

His hands clamp around my thighs, and he spreads me wide before his tongue streaks through my pulsing center.

Feck me.

My head falls back, the rainbow of lights flashing across my vision.

His mouth devours me. I’m unraveling. Nothing exists but the heat and pressure and the need building to a maddening pitch. I want to scream. I want to beg. I don’t know if I’m moaning or cursing.

“Mmm, just as good as I remembered it, Red.” His heated words vibrate across my clit, and I’m already writhing with desire, dangling over the dancefloor. Which I’m fairly certain is incredibly dangerous for more reasons that one.

For a second, I’m so wrapped up in the fire licking through my core, I completely forget that it’s the second time he’s denied me his cock.

And now, I need to know why. Gripping his hair, I grab a good handful and tug his head from between my legs, despite every nerve ending in my body screaming at me.

Not that I don’t love the attention of his tongue, but I need all of him. If I’m destined to burn, I’m going to have every terrible inch of Alessandro Rossi.

“Look at me, McFecker.”

He grins savagely, my arousal coating his chin.

“I’m already going to hell so I plan on enjoying the trip, and that means a taste of your cock, too.”

The smile wanes, a flicker of something unreadable in those eyes of ice and heat.

“Do you need me to beg, Rossi? If I haven’t made it clear, I want you to feck me, you eejit. Before what remains of my sanity returns and I realize what a terrible idea this is.” I tug on his hand, forcing him up to his feet.

His arm curls around my waist and he wedges himself between my thighs so his cock nearly hits my entrance.

“Tell me,” I whisper.

“I can’t…” he grits out.

“Damn it, Alessandro. We’ve been through so much together. We’ve seen each other at our absolute worst. What could be so bad?”

His expression morphs into one of pure misery, and I nearly take the question back. “I don’t know if I can.”

My brows furrow as I regard him, confusion cutting through the haze of lust. “Can what?”

He glances down at his cock, scowling. “I don’t know if I can fuck you, Rory.”

Understanding finally washes over me. He hasn’t been with anyone else since the explosion. I assumed as much…

“Are you out of your feckin’ mind, Ale? I’ve never seen a man with so many hard-ons. You get an erection when I look at you funny.”

A rueful chuckle peals out, and he presses his forehead to mine. “Only with you, Red.”

Another realization sets in, this one inciting an unexpected wave of jealousy. It lashes through me, powerful and angry. “You tried with someone else?”

His head dips. “It was before you…”

“Right.” I wave a dismissive hand. “I mean it’s none of my business?—”

His hands curve around my cheeks, forcing my eyes to meet his piercing ones. “Of course it’s your business. Before you showed up, I thought my dick was as broken as I was. You were the first to bring it back to life.”

Warmth fills my chest, and I’m not sure why I’m getting so worked up just because I was the first woman to make him hard.

But I do know why. When someone has been through trauma, the emotional scars are a thousand times worse than the physical ones.

And for Alessandro to open up to me, to trust me, is huge.

Tentatively, I reach between us, moving slowly enough for him to stop me. When he doesn’t, I wrap my fingers around his silky length, and a hiss purses his lips.

“You’re so feckin’ hard, Alessandro. Trust me when I say there is nothing physically wrong with your cock.” I shoot him a wink. “I’m a professional, remember? I know my dicks.”

He laughs again, the sound husky and rough, and it’s got heat racing to my lusty minnie.

“Well, if you say so, nurse Delaney.” He grins, pressing his lips to mine so our breaths mingle. “If you’ll let me, I’ve been dreaming about fucking you since the moment you stomped into my penthouse with hair like fire and eyes like a bloody Irish war.”

Now I’m the one giggling like an eejit. “I would be honored to be your first.”

Lifting me off the gilded railing, he winds my legs around his hips so his cock strokes my minnie who purrs in anticipation. “Let’s take this to my office, just in case.”

“Oh? You don’t want your first time back in the saddle to be broadcasted across your beloved Velvet Vault?”

A glint of mischief darkens his midnight iris. “We’ll save it for round two.”

As he whirls me around, the world narrows to Alessandro’s tongue and my impending orgasm until a flicker of motion below yanks me back to reality. The VIP floor. Like ice water doused over fire, my lust evaporates.

“Wait,” I shout. “Look, over there.”

I point into the shadows below where two figures seem to be arguing. Alessandro’s dark brows knit as he moves us closer to the railing again. Peering down, a tendon in his jaw feathers.

“That’s Sienna,” he mutters, “but I have no idea who that guy with her is.” Growling a curse, he lowers me to the floor. “But they should not be up there.”

As I mumble my own profanities in my head, I grab my discarded panties and reluctantly slip them back on. Alessandro’s cock is already stuffed back into his pants by the time I straighten.

“I’m sorry. I have to find out what this is about.”

I nod, disappointment leeching from my lusty minnie. “No, don’t apologize. This is why we came here tonight, isn’t it?”

His head dips, shoulders rounding. “There’s a camera in the VIP lounge. If we hurry, we can see what they’re arguing about.” Reaching for my hand, he tugs me down the hallway, and we race to his office.

Alessandro flips on the lights, the wall of screens blaring to life. It only takes a second to find the pair in the VIP lounge.

Sienna is perched on the edge of a booth, her body language off, stiff, uncertain, like a rabbit trying not to twitch in the presence of a wolf. I recognize it well.

And seated across from her, some gobshite with bleached blonde spikey hair.

The arse leans forward, elbows resting casually on his knees, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. But I know his type. That easy charm is just the mask he wears over something far more dangerous.

My head spins toward Alessandro. “Who is that?”

“No idea. Yet.”

He turns up the audio channel, static crackling before their voices cut in.

“…you’re pushing your luck, Jace,” Sienna snaps, her voice low but sharp.

The guy, Jace, chuckles, smooth and oily. “Come on, baby. Don’t be like that. I’m just here to collect what I’m owed.”

“I told you I’m done. I paid my debt.”

He shakes his head slowly, clucking his tongue like she’s a disobedient child.

“See, that’s the problem with you girls.

You think debts are about money. But you owe me more than that.

” He leans in closer, voice dropping to a whisper that still slithers through the mic.

“You owe me silence. And if you don’t want your little sister getting hurt, I suggest you remember who you’re dealing with. ”

I can feel more than see Alessandro’s entire body tense beside me.

That arsehole is threatening her. Not just her, her family.

“I’m not scared of you,” Sienna hisses. I can practically hear the tremor in her voice. She’s terrified. But she’s trying to stand her ground.

Who the hell is this guy?

Jace just smirks. “You should be.” He glances around, then drops something small and metallic on the table in front of her. A flash drive. “Get me the information I need on Gemini Corp. Tomorrow. Or I make that cute little sister of yours disappear.”

Sienna’s face drains of color. “You wouldn’t.”

Jace grins wider. “Try me.”

The screen goes blurry for a second as Alessandro lunges to his feet, rage flooding his system like gasoline to an open flame. He slams his hand down on the desk and barks into the intercom.

“Vincent, lock down the lounge. Now.”

“Boss?”

“Now.”

Icy fury descends over Alessandro’s features, and an unexpected swirl of heat reignites between my legs as I watch him towering over me. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, how does this turn me on?

“That bastardo is about to learn what happens when you threaten my home, my kingdom.”