Page 10 of Ruthless Commander

A hint of a smile, that’s all I got before he slipped his finger under the edge of my G-string and plunged it inside me. I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing hold of him and winding my hand around the back of his neck as he fingered me.

Heat rushed to my face. I was no better than my brother in that moment.

Actually, I was worse.

I was letting a stranger fuck me with his fingers.

I’d let him fuck me with his cock, too,andhis lips. Those firm lips. I dragged my teeth along my own, fixed on the image of him sinking to his knees and sucking my pussy. That fantasy mingled with the slow slide of his fingers as he pushed two inside, pulling a guttural moan free.

In an instant, he slammed his hand over my mouth, muffling the sound, the movement insistent and menacing. Those dark eyes glittered with something unholy as I suddenly became aware of another sound in the room.

The sound of the door closing.

“Hurry,” a woman urged. “I’m going to come.”

“You’ll come when I tell you to.”

Unfamiliar voices filtered in. With his hand over my mouth, the beautiful stranger gave a shake of his head. The movement was obvious as soon as he started the slow thrust of his hand once more. I stiffened, my hand clenching around him as hunger roared to the surface once more.

The sound of a zipper came from the couple in the study. I couldn’t see them, closed off by the heavy curtain, which meant they couldn't see us, either. My stranger slowly dropped his hand from my mouth, his gaze fixed on me as he knelt.

It was like he could see inside my head, knew what turned me on…knew what I hungered for and, as a low moan came from the couple, he lifted my leg, sliding it over his shoulder as he pulled my G-string to the side and lowered his head.

My hand dropped to his thick, dark hair as I surged my hips forward, eager to feel his mouth. Fuck, he didn’t disappoint, bending his head low to slide his tongue along my crease, then sucked. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from moaning, and that exquisite torture was almost too much. My knees trembled as he introduced his fingers once again. I stared into the stranger's eyes and felt myself sinking, falling…Christ, who the fuck was he?

I didn’t know…didn’t…Oh…I gripped his head, bucked my hips forward, and came hard and fast. The slow slide of his fingers made me twitch and shudder. I grasped his wrist, holding onto him as he rose and moved against me, kissing me hard.

My pulse was booming, threatening to bring me undone.

Hewas threatening to bring me undone.

He broke the kiss as that head rush was echoed beyond the curtain. Hard breaths followed a second later, then the sound of a zipper, before the door was opened and closed.

“Ms. Davies,” my stranger murmured in my ear before he pulled away.

He was gone in an instant, slipping outside the curtain, leaving my own name ringing in my ears.

He knew who I was…

He. Knew. Who. I. Was.

I surged forward, praying my knees didn’t buckle and send me crashing to the floor. But the moment I swept the curtain aside, I felt it…the change in the room…the emptiness.

He was gone.

My beautiful stranger.

Like he’d never been there at all.

5

Xael

But hewasthere…he’d been in that room and in the twelve months that followed, in my dreams. It didn’t matter who I fucked, didn’t matter what toy I bought, nothing made me feel like that.

Nothing made me feel like him…

Mateo Ristani.