Page 86 of Ruthless King

His eyes widen, Adam’s apple bobbing hard along the long column of his throat. “You are?”

“I have been for a while.” A teasing grin parts my lips. “I just don’t have sex with mob bosses that kidnap me without condoms.”

“Oh really? Is that one ofyourrules?” He nudges into me, his tip pressing against my throbbing clit.

“It is. And a very important one,” I rasp out. In a minute, I’ll forsake every single rule myself just to have him inside me.

“Even for mob bosses who have religiously used condoms with every single sexual encounter and been meticulously tested for years?”

Figures the control freak C.E.O. would be all over that.

“I can show you my latest test if you want?” he continues.

Another smirk curls my lips. The fact that Luca wants me bad enough to break yet another rule brings me endless amounts of pleasure. I’m practically giddy.

He grips his cock and runs it up and down my entrance, asserting just the right amount of pressure. He glides between my folds, and my hips buck up to meet him. “Is that a yes, princess?” A glint of mischief sparks in those dark eyes.

I chew on my lower lip, pretending to consider.

“The answer better be a yes, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, but I would. There’s nothing I’d enjoy more than tossing you over my lap and smacking that perfect ass until it’s a brighter red than your cheeks. Then I’d lick your sore skin, gliding my tongue over every inch of you.”

Another shiver of excitement.

“I have a feeling you’d like it too.”

I run my hands down his back and grab a handful of his muscled ass and drive him closer.

“Yes?” His lip twitches. “I need you to say it, princess.”

“Cazzo, Luca,” I groan. I’m going to come just from his tip teasing me.

He rocks his hips forward so that only his silky crown sinks in, and a moan escapes my clenched lips.

“More,” I breathe, my fingers clenching around his ass and driving him deeper.

He fights me, his powerful thighs holding him steady.

“Pain in theculo,” I grumble as I wriggle beneath him, desperate for more friction. “Yes,cazzo, Luca, I want you to fuck me without a condom. Happy?”

A shit-eating grin curls his kissable lips, and he plunges inside me so fast, my head falls back. I cry out his name.Holy cannoli, so much better without a condom. His hot skin sinks inside me, intensifying every thrust.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers as he nails me to the bed. “I was right, this is so much better.” His eyes roll back, lower lip caught between his perfect white teeth. “Your pussy is so hot and wet, just begging for my cock.” He moans andDio, I nearly come undone at the sound.

Instead, I try to focus on something else, anything else to extend the pleasure. He’s still wearing his t-shirt, but I want to see all of him, his tattoos, even his scars. For some reason or another, I’ve never had a good look at his chest. Reaching for the hem of his black tee, I draw it up over his torso.

Luca freezes, balls deep inside me. “No,” he grits out.

“No what?”

“Keep it on.” A flicker of fear races across the murky depths of his irises.

“Why?”

“I—I’m all sweaty.”