Page 14 of Ruthless Lord

Charlie

I remember the way he moved when fighting Big Boss. Stefano looked graceful, brilliant, like he could manipulate his body however he wanted. Enormous, muscular beasts like him aren’t supposed to glide around like a ballerina. They should lope, stomp, smash, and stumble.

Not Stefano. He’s in complete control. It’s terrifying, really, how quick he can change directions, how balanced and centered he stays, how he can reach out and grab me firm enough to get what he wants without causing any pain.

I barely have time to react. Stefano closes the distance between us lightning-quick with menace in his gaze.

I take a step back, yelping as I bump into a shelf, rattling teacups.

One falls to the floor and shatters. I’m about to scream when he presses a hand to my mouth, his lips inches away from my nose. They’re curled into a smirk.

“Don’t make too much noise if you can help it.”

Then he turns me. I groan in surprise as I’m pressed up against a low table, the zipper of my dress easily sliding open, his fingers deft and knowing, like he memorized all the contours of my clothes before coming in here.

I wouldn’t even put it past him. The man studies me like he’s learning the map of a new country.

He wants to know my landmarks, my capitals. All the curves of my rivers…

The dress slips from my shoulders and pools on the floor.

“That’s my wife,” he whispers and the eagerness in his voice is terrifying. How can he really want me that badly?

A man like Stefano probably has a different woman every night. He’s easily that good-looking.

Factor in the confidence and the mafia swagger, plus all the money he’s probably making, and I’m sure he has plenty of experience undressing girls.

Only this is the first time he’s touching his wife .

A strange pride rushes through me then. He’s never done this before. This is as new for him as it is for me.

My husband’s hands on my skin.

His wife’s curves under his skillful hands .

I gasp as he gently tugs at my hair. Not hard enough to ruin the style.

The slip’s hem is shoved up over my hips, exposing my lacy white panties.

“My god, look at you,” he whispers, voice trembling.

His other hand is still covering my mouth.

I’m tempted to bite him. Mostly, I just moan into his palm.

“I’ve spent all my life not knowing how beautiful a woman could be.

Here you are, undressed like a ripped-apart present, aching and all mine for the taking. ”

I whimper as desire pools between my legs. I’ve never felt this much primal need before in my life. I could scream with how badly I want release.

His palm releases my mouth. The other moves from my hair down to my left wrist, pulling it behind my back.

Pinning me down.

“Careful,” I gasp, staring at him over my shoulder, my mouth open. The tabletop is cold against my cheek.

“Always.”

He yanks down my panties like a thunderstorm before his palm comes down in a vicious strike across my bare ass.

Pain fills me. The shock is worse than the actual bite. I rear up, but his grip on my arm pushes me back down. I gasp, biting my lip hard, looking at him in shock. “Wait?—”

Stefano doesn’t hesitate. He spanks me a second time.

The crack is more than I can handle. I arch, rearing back, and he pulls me against him with a violent tug, crushing his mouth to mine.

I moan into his kiss, the pain still lingering on my tingling ass, his taste invading my mouth again as his tongue hammers against mine.

It’s so intense I nearly scream into his mouth.

Instead, I’m lost in the kiss, moaning and stupid with how good it feels.

The pleasure doesn’t last. It never does.

He pushes me back down and cracks his palm on my ass again and again. I whimper, tears springing to my eyes, and right when I don’t think I can take any more?—

His palm strokes between my legs, fingers gliding along my slit, sending a surprising jolt of bliss straight along my spine and into my brain.

My eyes roll back. He lets loose a low chuckle.

“Soaking wet, just like I knew you would be,” he murmurs, clearly loving it. “Was I being too rough with you, Charlie? Did I hurt your smooth, pretty ass? I bet a rich girl like you has never been treated like that before. Poor fucking you.”

“You have no idea what I’ve been through,” I say, teeth gritted as he keeps stroking my pussy. It feels so damn good I’m powerless to stop it. I hate him for that, just a little bit. “You don’t know me at all. Remember?”

“I think I do.” His fingers plunge roughly inside.

I gasp as they fill me. Bliss slams into my core, tingling and rough.

He curls his fingers, palm pressed against my ass, before gliding them out and over my clit again.

“Another rich spoiled girl looking for a thrill. That’s why you go to the fights, isn’t it? ”

Fuck him. Fuck him straight in his pretty mouth. He’s not wrong, and that pisses me off even more. “I didn’t realize assaulting my character was a part of our deal.”

He chuckles and pulls his fingers away. I lie on the table gasping for air, body flushed and thrumming, right on the line of breaking entirely.

I watch as he licks his ring finger, tongue licking me from his skin.

“You have no idea what our deal is, wife.”

He spanks me again. I was so lost in anger and pleasure that I didn’t expect it.

I arch, gasping as the pain tips over and crosses wires, feeling good just as much as it feels like hell.

He does it again and again, and I’m lost to him, entirely in his too-strong hands.

Hating myself for submitting like this. Hating myself for being so powerless to stop him.

Hating myself for wanting him to spank me harder .

Instead, his fingers find my pussy again and stroke in deep as he bends over to whisper in my ear.

“I’ll spoil you, Charlie. Just like you’re used to. Only I won’t be gentle about it. I won’t be kind. I’ll make you mine, over and over again. I’ll break you if you let me. I’ll ruin you. And the worst part is, you’ll love every fucking second of it.”

I push back against his hand and look into his eyes. He keeps his grip on my left arm, holding me down. I lift up one leg, putting my knee on the table, giving him a better angle for his fingers as my mouth falls open, pressure building and building.

“If anyone’s going to break…” I bite back a moan as his fingers glide in deeper. I hold his gaze, struggling to fight as the pressure reaches my breaking point. “It’s going to be you. Husband .”

The excitement in his eyes finally tips me over the edge.

I shatter all over his hand as promised, body shaking and trembling with the force of the orgasm, all the pain of his spanking and all the hatred filling my core exploding out in a pool of absolute heaven and sin.

I never should have let this happen, never should have touched Stefano to begin with, but I can’t regret a single second of it.

I’m too filled with light and ecstasy to care about anything but his fingers plunging in and out of my slick pussy.

I finish for my husband, and when I’m done, he releases me, but he doesn’t let me go.

“So fucking pretty when you come,” he whispers, pulling me against him, holding me in his arms. “Look at you, all flushed and defiant. Like you think this is some kind of game.”

“You’re telling me it’s not?”

“It’s our marriage.” He’s so warm and big. I like his smell as it mingles with the scent of my sex.

We stay like that for a few beats. I didn’t know he could be so gentle. It’s like the second I was done orgasming, a switch flipped, and now he’s being all gentle and kind.

I almost like this. Almost, maybe, not quite. He’s still Stefano. Still an arrogant prick.

But he gives good hugs.

And apparently can spank and finger like a maniac.

“Can I ask you something?” I look up into my husband’s face, struck again at how insanely attractive he is. “Do you really think this marriage thing is serious? I mean, it’s an arrangement between our families, right? It can’t be?—”

There’s a banging on the door. The chair rattles but doesn’t fall. I yelp and rip myself away from Stefano. He releases me, looking concerned as I pull my dress on, heart racing.

“Help me with this,” I hiss at him.

He hesitates as the door bangs again. This time, someone calls out, “Stefano, are you fucking in there? I’ve been looking all over.”

My husband sighs as he helps me into the dress. “Luca,” he says grimly.

“That’s your friend, right?”

“Friend and boss. Complicated relationship.”

“Your specialty.”

He smirks as he zips me up. “What’s the fun in simple?”

“You should try it sometime.”

“Too bad I’m stuck with you instead.” He hesitates, hands still lingering on my hips. Then he leans in quickly and kisses me on the corner of the mouth. “You’re beautiful in that dress, Charlie.”

The sincerity yanks my breath straight from my chest.

Stefano goes to the door. I lean back against the table, not sure what the hell to make of anything right now. He moves the chair away and throws the doors wide, grinning massively.

His mafia friend-slash-boss is standing there, looking annoyed. Luca’s another big man, fit and athletic. Handsome in a cleaner, less menacing sort of way. He glances at me, frown deepening.

“I need you. Work calls.” He gives Stefano a meaningful look.

“Seriously? On my wedding night?”

“Seems like you already got a jump on the festivities.”

My cheeks turn crimson. “We were just talking.”

“I don’t care what you two were doing.” Luca gestures with his chin. “Come on. This is important.”

Stefano doesn’t look happy, but he nods and glances back at me. “I’ll see you later.”

“You’re seriously leaving your own wedding?”

“It’s the job.” He follows Luca from the room and I’m left alone, still reeling from the orgasm and not sure how to feel about his sudden disappearance, wondering if this is going to be my life from now on.