Page 53 of Ruthless King

No … I don’t think I could. What if I smother him?

“Stella,” he warns. “It wasn’t a question.” His hands wrap around my knees, and he gives them a gentle tug. It doesn’t take much. They’re already as loose as linguine. I buckle forward, but somehow, he catches me and settles my knees on either side of his head so I’m straddling his face.

The rest of his words are swallowed up inside me as his tongue resumes its devastating dance. I groan again. His tongue slides across my center before pausing at my clit and circling like a maddening shark.

My gaze drops to the giant erection tenting Luca’s sweatpants. My fingers itch to touch it, to feel its hardness. I’ve already felt it bare against my thigh the night I’d tried to escape, but I need more.

I’m panting now, my head falling back as pleasure rips through me. He slips a finger inside me, and my hips roll, desperate for the friction. In and out, in and out. He fucks me with that long, thick finger. I’m a writhing mess, but I don’t want to give in yet.

If this is his apology, I’m going to soak in every last minute of it.

He fills me with his second finger, the tips curling to find my G-spot. OhDio, I’m so close. Between his tongue and those expert digits, I’m seconds away from plunging over the cliff.

But I want more. I want his cock inside me.

CHAPTER25

GROVELING 101

Stella

With Luca lapping me up like a hot fudge sundae, I force myself to focus, biting down on my lower lip until I nearly draw blood. Not yet. I can’t give in yet. Glancing down, I focus on the outline of his erection.Mannagia alla miseria,he’s huge.He’s tenting his baggy sweatpants like a freaking flagpole. It seems even bigger than it was a moment ago.

My hand reaches for him, moving without my control. My fingers wrap around his hardness, and a sharp hiss skates across my pulsing center.

“Stella …” My name on his lips vibrates through my clit, and another moan breaks free.

I grind my hips against his face as I stroke his cock over his sweatpants. His hips begin to move against my palm. They rock forward meeting each fevered pump. I inch my free hand beneath his waistband to draw his pants down, but he snatches my wrist, fingers clamping tight and drags it away.

“No,” he snarls.

“Why not?” Fuck me, I justwhined.

“This ismyapology,” he murmurs against my clit.

I shudder. “So I should get what I want,” I barely manage. “And what I want is you inside me. Now.”

He freezes beneath me, his fingers still inside.

I wriggle against his palm, the orgasm so close …. “Don’t stop,” I pant.

“I won’t, if you behave.” His fingers tighten around my wrist. “No touching me today.”

“Is this one of your stupid sex rules?” I blurt.

He stiffens beneath me, withdrawing both fingers. I nearly scream.Son of a bitch. After an endless moment of silence, he mutters, “Yes.”

I push myself off the ground and wrap my arms across my chest. Wetness dribbles down my legs, and dammit, it’s impossible to look indignant with saliva mixed with your own juices sliding down your inner thigh. “I need to hear the rules. Now.”

Luca heaves out a frustrated breath and sits up. “Are you sure you want to do this right now? You were so close—”

I lift my hand, cutting him off. “The moment has passed. Now talk. Why can’t I touch you? And why won’t you have sex with me?” I cringe as the last part comes out. I sound like a totalputtana. This is what one week with the mob boss has reduced me to.

He stabs his fingers through his hair, tugging at the wild ends. His jaw ticks, and an unreadable expression darkens his features. “I don’t fuck women more than once.” The moment the words are out, his entire body softens, the tense set of his jaw, his shoulders, even his hands. His fingers uncurl from around the thick carpeting as he searches my face for a reaction.

That’s why he doesn’t want me to touch him … “Technically, we didn’t have sex,” I finally mutter.

“Exactly.”