Page 37 of Ruthless Desires: Vol. One

I step to the side with one leg, circling my clit with my middle finger. My hips rock against my hand involuntarily as the sounds of my masturbation fill the air.

“Fuck.I can hear how wet you are for me, Wren.”

My eyes slide closed, and my head tilts back slightly. I imagine his finger rubbing against my clit, sending sparks through my bloodstream. I shudder.

“That’s it. Move your finger faster.”

I do, and it causes the beginnings of an orgasm to build in me. I gasp when I feel him tweak one of my nipples. When I open my eyes, he’s standing right in front of me, so close I’m surprised I didn’t feel him.

He takes my hand in his, pulling it away from my body. He brings my fingers up to his nose, inhaling. Then he says, “Open your mouth,” and slips my fingers inside. I suck myself off of them.

When I finish, he kisses the tip of my nose. “Good girl.”

I let out a squeak. No man has ever called methateither, but it sends a fresh wave of desire through me.

As he breathes out a whisper of a laugh, he slides a single finger inside of me. The teasing action does nothing for the building tension in my body.

“Elliot.”

“You’re cute when you’re desperate for me.” He places a kiss on my jawbone, removing his finger and exploring. When he finds my clit, I gasp and grab onto his shoulders.

With my heels still on, I’m only a few inches shorter than he is. It gives me perfect access to his neck. My tongue flicks out and tastes his skin before I latch on and suck.

He groans, but he fists the hair at the back of my neck and pulls me away. “Am I not doing enough to drive every thought out of your head? You should’ve said something.”

He captures my mouth in a kiss, holding my head still. It’s not a normal kiss—it’s all tongue and lustful, tiny nips at my bottom lip. Between his mouth devouring me and his finger shooting tendrils of warmth through my whole body, I can feel the beginnings of an orgasm building again.

I moan into Elliot’s mouth as he prods my lips open with his tongue. It forces its way into me in an act that screams puredominance.And when he pulls my head back, revealing the soft and vulnerable skin of my neck, the feeling only solidifies. Elliot is the type of man who could take control of my body and please me in ways I’ve never thought of before.

And I might just let him.

“I didn’t think you could look any more perfect. But the way you look right now? I need to see you come, love. Are you going to come for me?”

I moan when he presses a line of soft kisses down my neck. He keeps going until his tongue flicks against one of my nipples. He sucks it into his mouth, and I swear my heart skips a beat.

He quickens the pace of his finger, and it only takes a few seconds before I’m screaming into his shoulder. My whole body shudders as he works me through my orgasm, until he sits on the edge of the bed and I collapse onto his lap.

“That was amazing,” he says, biting the shell of my ear softly. “You looked so fucking beautiful.”

All I can manage is a few pants and a clumsy kiss on his lips. Then, with a chuckle that warms my whole body, he sets me on the mattress.

“Let’s get these shoes off of you.” Sliding off the bed, he crouches in front of me. His fingers brush the insides of my thighs.

My eyebrows pull together. “You don’t want me to keep them on?” He didn’t take them off in the first place, so I thought he must’ve liked it.

He gives me a look. “There’s absolutely no way I couldn’t have noticed how these heels make your ass look. But the failings of women’s footwear aren’t loston me, love. Your feet must be killing you.” As he says the words, he takes my left foot in his hands and tenderly removes the heel.

He’s not wrong. When he slides it off, I let out a sigh of relief.

Before he moves onto my other shoe, he kisses the sensitive spot next to my ankle, dragging his lips up my leg. When he reaches my upper thigh, I instinctually spread my legs farther apart. He flattens his tongue against my clit, giving me a single lick before pulling back.

I let out a frustrated sound, and he chuckles.

“Ready for more already?” He works off my other heel, repeating his action of kissing my ankle and running his mouth up my leg. Except this time, he doesn’t lick my clit. “Good.”

His arms snake under my thighs, wrapping around them, and he yanks me to the edge of the bed so hard that I fall back.

And then, finally—finally—he dives in. He sucks on my clit, flicking it with his tongue, and it takes everything in me not to scream. I bite my lip as he pulls away, looking up at me with hooded eyes.