Page 37 of Ruin

I gape at him, mortified, turned on, mesmerized and even wetter than before as he opens his eyes to watch me as he shamelessly sucks on the crotch of my panties.

Then he shoves my panties in his pocket and growls, lunging for me, scooping me up under the backs of my thighs and sitting me on the edge of the bathroom counter. He opens my legs as wide as they will go. Like New York and California wide, my wet, bare pussy in front of his face when he drops to his knees.

I gasp as he buries his face in my pussy, his teeth, his tongue, his lips all working voraciously on my sensitive skin. Another first for me. Another crazy, intense, mind-blowing, earth shattering first that spins me off the planet and into another universe.

He growls and drags his tongue from my clit down to my ass, sucking all my arousal off my skin and dragging the tip of his tongue around my entrance.

I realize I’m moaning, that my fingers have found their way to his hair, that I’m rocking my hips against his face and I stop with a gasp. Is that rude? Am I being pushy? Fuck, I should have watched a lot more porn to prepare myself for Tommy Demonio.

He smacks my inner thigh and stops eating me long enough to snap, “Don’t you dare fucking stop. Ride my face. Dig your nails in and don’t worry about hurting me. Do not fucking stop until you come. Do you understand me?”

I nod, and a wicked grin breaks through the storm of intensity on his face. “Good girl.”

Oh Jesus.

He spreads me open and licks me with long languid strokes, and I fucking melt. Massaging my entrance with his thumbs, he hums, low and deep, against my sensitive skin and I moan, pushing into him.

I can’t even hold myself up, and he digs his fingers into my thighs, forcing my legs to stay open for him. The delicious pleasure he’s giving me swirls together with the aching bruise of his fingers, keeping me anchored to him while floating away at the same time.

My hips ache with how wide he has my legs spread and the counter digging into me, but I lean my head back againstthe mirror and close my eyes, feeling like I’m on a cloud.

“Giovanna…” He grinds my name into my pussy like a warning, and my eyes pop open as I lean forward.

“Your eyes stay on me.”

I do as I’m told and I swear it is the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen: this beautiful man that I have wanted for so long, looking up at me while eating my pussy, growling my name, wanting me, feeding on me.

His hot breath on my pussy feels like a dream—holy SHIT,no, when he shoves his tongue inside me, tongue fucking me hard and fast, that, that, that…thatfeels like a dream.

I try so hard to follow directions, to keep my eyes trained on him, but when he slides his finger inside me and shifts his mouth to my clit and bites down, I come so hard screaming his name that I can’t control any part of my body anymore. My everything is convulsing as rolls of pleasure tear through me. So much wetness drips out of me that my ass slips on the counter and Tommy catches me.

We stare at each other, with me panting and holding onto him while he watches me, a dark confident glint in his eye. He’s got me, and he knows it.

“That was, um,” I stutter, searching my brain for a coherent thought. “That was a…compelling argument, Mr. Demonio.”

He smiles at me, a full, real smile that lights up his whole face, and for the first time, I see it, really see it: he loves me. Whatever games he’s been playing all this time—forcing his hoodie on me, keeping men away from me, making ultimatums—he’s in love with me. I feel like my heart is about to explode as the realization fully hits me.

Tommy Demonio loves me.

His smile slips into something more serious, more intenseas his gaze drops to my mouth. I lean in, my lips parting, needing his mouth on mine, when I hear a gasp from behind him that reminds me where I am.

Antonio and the waitress are standing in the doorway, staring with their mouths open. Tommy stands with me and sets me down, then turns to them, wiping his face on the inside of his t-shirt collar. He grins and crosses his arms over his chest, standing in front of me while I fix my dress.

“That’s fucking great, Giovanna,” Antonio snaps, baring his teeth at Tommy. “You two assholes deserve each other.”

I sigh. Yeah, that sounds about right.

I step out from behind Tommy, smoothing my hair. “I’m sorry, Antonio. This wasn’t planned. It just—”

Tommy’s grin falls off his face. “Don’t apologize to him, Gi. He should be apologizing for spreading rumors about you. Begging for your forgiveness.”

Antonio glares at Tommy and me. “Fuck you both.”

Tommy growls and steps forward as Antonio turns to me with a sneer of contempt that I 100 percent deserve. “Lose my number, Giovanna.”

He turns on his heel and leaves, the waitress trailing nervously behind him.

“Shit,” I groan. “Now I have to do damage control. God damn it, Tommy.”