Page 202 of Ruin Me With Lies

I step out of the tangle without hesitation, kicking them aside.

As he straightens, his fingers slip between my slick heat, and I moan, soft and broken, melting back against the wall.

The heat of his touch, the ache of his presence, it’s…intoxicating.God, I didn’t realize how much Imissedthe feel of his hands on me.

I’m putty right now.Undone.Utterly his.All his.

Skilled and relentless, his fingers work me to the edge, my body arching, breath catching, heels rising off the floor as I writhe against the wall.Begging through breathless moans for more…more.

I’m burning alive with need, every nerve seared and shaking.If I don’t have him inside me soon, I might just combust.

Desperation takes over and I knock his hand away with an aching moan, my trembling fingers fumbling at his belt.Impatience makes me clumsy, but I manage to shove his pants and boxers down his hips.

I wrap my fingers around his thick, veined, throbbing masterpiece and stroke firmly, adding a teasing squeeze at the tip.A deep, guttural groan reverberates through him, raw and needy.

Pulling back slightly, I meet his eyes, dark and heavy with lust.Our ragged breaths mingling in the charged air.“Fuck me.Please.”

His nostrils flare as he grips my thighs, about to comply, but then he stops, a muttered curse under his breath.He drops his forehead to mine.“I don’t have a rubber.”

“Good.”I stroke him once.“I want you.Just you.No barriers.”

He lifts his head, gaze searching mine.“I’ve never gone without…” A flicker of hesitation.Want and wariness tangled together.“You sure?”

“I’m sure,” I say.“And don’t be gentle with me.”

“Good.”The wicked slant of his mouth returns, and his grip tightens, his voice dropping to a low growl.“Because I’m still fucking pissed at you.”

In one fluid motion, he hooks my leg into the crook of his arm and drives into me.

Air leaves my lungs in a sharp gasp, and his deep, guttural groan mixes with the sound of my pleasure.Both of us lost in the raw heat of lust and longing.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he rasps, voice thick and frayed.

His other hand clamps down on my hip, anchoring me firmly in place against the wall as he begins to move with a punishing rhythm.Each thrust harder, angrier.A storm of vengeance and want crashing through both of us.It’s brutal.It’s carnal.It’severythingI needed.

In no time, I’m clenching around him, my body taut and trembling as waves of ecstasy crash over me.My fingers dig into his biceps, desperate for an anchor, as a hoarse cry claws out of me, muffled against the curve of his shoulder.My body shudders and spasms, unraveling completely.

Stefano keeps rutting into me without pause, muttering heated words I’m too far gone to understand.

When the tremors finally subside and I’m left boneless and breathless, he slows, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my lips.It’s soothing, grounding, but fleeting.Because in the next breath, he dips and hooks my other leg into the crook of his arm, pinning me hard against the wall.

With a low rumble of unintelligible words, he increases the pace and intensity, pounding me with rugged, untamed force that robs me of breath and thought.

I lock my arms around his neck, clinging for stability as he tears me apart all over again.

“Can’t believe you made me hunt so long for this pussy,” he grits out, his voice wrecked.“Ahhfuck,I’m...never taking you with rubbers again...this is…fuck, this is…shit, fuck—I’m—”

With a sudden shift, he moves us from the wall, strength effortless as he carries me to the armchair.He keeps us connected as he lowers me into it, my legs still hooked in his arms.

His heavy-lidded, lust-drunk eyes lock with mine as he pulls out achingly slowly, then plunges back in, deep and deliberate, his jaw tightening as he sucks air through his teeth.

Again, he withdraws, agonizingly slow, then sinks even deeper.A growled curse escaping between his clenched teeth.He’s trying to delay the inevitable.But each measured thrust only builds the tension higher, tightens the coil, his control visibly fraying, his body trembling with restraint.

On the next slow retreat, it’s game over for him.He slams into me with shattering finality.Head thrown back, a jagged, primal sound ripping from his throat.Buried deep, he finds his release.

And I bask in the beauty of it.What aglorioussight.

Wrung taut at the peak of pleasure, his lidded gaze meets mine.Liquid, earnest, and unwavering.“Nothing could ever make me leave you, Soraya.Nothing.”