Page 67 of Ruin

“You need tuition covered, your stuff moved in here with me, and 24-hour security to make sure your so-called father doesn’t do something I’ll make him regret.” It’s like he’s making a mental checklist.

“No, Tommy,” I whisper. “I don’t need anything.”

“Well, I need you and to know that you’re safe, Gi. I’ll contact the school to make sure that your bills come to me in case your scholarship doesn’t cover everything and send some guys to get your stuff from your Bleeker Street apartment.”

I kiss him again, and the way he kisses me back, deep and consuming, leaves me breathless.

“Wow,” I whisper when he pulls away.

He grins, sliding down between my legs. “Iknow, baby.”

I swat at him as he jerks my legs toward him, forcing me back on the bed. “All those years you chased boys away from me, I just thought you were just being a dick.”

“You were mine, Gi,” he says simply, pressing a kiss to my thigh. “I just couldn’t do anything about it yet. But every kiss you gave to other guys tortured me.”

I watch him thoughtfully. “No one ever kissed me the way you do.”

“How do I kiss you?”

“With everything you have. Like every cell of your body is in that kiss. Like you want to absorb me and be inside me all at the same time.”

“Accurate.” He drags his tongue down my stomach to my clit then languidly kisses me there, licking and nipping at me until I can barely focus.

“Holy shit,” I breathe, closing my eyes. “And no one else has ever kissed me there.”

He pauses, lips glistening. “Would you want them to?”

I snap my eyes open and push up on my elbows. “What? No. Of course not.”

He nods and goes back to eating me. I groan, resisting the urge to let my brain melt the way my body does under his touch.

I tap him. “Excuse me. Why did you ask me that?”

He watches me thoughtfully, massaging around my entrance with his thumbs. “You wanted Antonio.”

I groan, grinding down on his hands. “No, Tommy. Antonio was a means to an end. I wanted you.”

“If you want him, tell me, and I’ll make him do whatever you want.”

I gasp as he calmly drops his mouth onto my clit andresumes sucking and nipping at me. “Tommy! What the fuck!”

“What?” He looks up at me. This man genuinely has no idea how fucking strange this whole fucking conversation is.

“You want me to fuck other men?”

He drags his tongue languidly around my clit, and I shiver. “Not even a little bit. But if you want to fuck someone else, I want you to be happy.”

He tries to bury his face in my pussy again, and I push his forehead, stopping him. “Tommy, what the fuck are you talking about? You literally spent the last few years of my life terrorizing any guy who looked at me. You forced a hoodie over my head just a few weeks ago because other men were looking at me. Last night, you were losing your shit over the idea of Antonio touching me.”

“You weren’t officially mine.” He licks my inner thigh, dragging a fingertip over my clit. I moan and bite my lip, and he pauses, watching me carefully, and repeats the motion. I moan again, and he smirks. “Now that you are, there’s nothing I won’t do for you. Of course, I’d have to be there to direct him, make sure he does what you want and nothing more. And there would be rules.”

I sit up and lean down to him, so I can kiss him. “Tommy, I don’t want anyone but you.” I kiss him again. “And by the way, the same offer does not extend your way.”

“Meaning?”

I look him dead in the eye. “Meaning I’m jealous as fuck, and if I catch you looking at another woman the way you look at me, I will destroy her life and then I will destroy yours. You are All. Fucking. Mine.”

He grins, returning his attention between my legs. “Gi, if I didn’t want other women before, do you really think I’d want anyone else now?”