Page 27 of Ruthless Lord

He groans with bliss. I suck him back and forth, licking and slurping and loving the way he gets hard in my mouth. His hand grips my hair, not guiding but holding on tight like he’s afraid of losing control.

“I decided something.” I go down deep and gag, spit rolling down his shaft. I have to stroke him with both hands; his cock’s so big. “Watching you down there.”

“Decided you couldn’t resist sucking my thick cock?”

“Not exactly.” I pull off my top, unhook my bra, and toss them away. God, I love the way his eyes light up at the sight of my bare tits. “I’m not the most… emotionally expressive person in the world.”

“Hadn’t noticed.”

“Takes one to know one.” I lick his tip slowly. “But I decided… maybe… I should be better.”

“You can express yourself as much as you want.” He leans down and kisses me, sloppy and hungry. “Especially when it involves getting down on your knees.”

“Don’t get used to it.” I go back to sucking him, enjoying the way he’s losing control. I feel beautiful and powerful. I know I’m in charge. He’ll beg me to keep going if I stop, and he’ll remain like a baby sheep in my hands if I keep going. I have him, and I can do whatever I want with him.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he rumbles, grip tightening. “Look at your wet little mouth sucking my cock. I could bury myself in your throat and stay there until the day I die.”

“Please don’t die while I’m sucking you off.”

“Then don’t fucking stop.”

I grin and take him as deep as I can, relaxing and going just a little bit deeper before I finally gag and pull back. He groans, eyes blurry and hazy with passion.

I slowly get to my feet, stroking him still, arms pressing my breasts together. He kisses me, tongue in my mouth, and I release him long enough to take off my jeans. I kick them aside and push him back until he’s sitting on the couch, cock stiff and pulsing with his heartbeat.

I straddle him. His hands grip my ass, and his tip teases my aching pussy.

“You should come to my fights more often,” he whispers.

“I should suspend the rules more often, you mean.”

“That too.” He grips my ass and thrusts himself inside me. I gasp in surprise, back arching, eyes rolling back. God, I’d almost forgotten how good that feels. Memory is like a pale imitation. The real thing is fucking bliss . “Holy shit, Stefano.”

“My words exactly.”

I ride him, grinding down to take him all before moving back up.

Sweat rolls down my back. He slaps my ass, squeezing it, spreading me, and thrusting at my pace.

I pant and kiss him, moaning into his mouth as he tells me how beautiful I am.

He licks my nipples, sucking them hard, biting them rough, making it hurt.

I want more, and I grind into him faster, pleasure building in my core.

“Tell me… this is better… than fighting,” I manage to pant, staring into his eyes.

He grips my hair, meeting my gaze. “This is better.”

“And now mean it.”

“This is better .” He thrusts in deep and holds me there.

I moan and feel like I’m about to burst. “Every inch of you is better. God damn it, Charlie. You fuck me up worse than anything else in my life. All I can do is think about you. Think about fucking you, kissing you, going to bed with you at night like an old fucking married couple. Burying myself in your tight pussy is everything.”

“You mean that, don’t you?”

“Every fucking word.”

He pushes me back and pins me down. His big body takes mine, and I wrap my legs around his hips, aching as he fucks me wildly.

I’m out of my mind, and I don’t care about anything else in the world except for him filling me over and over.

His masculine grunts and groans of pleasure are everything I’ve ever needed.

His hands pinning down my wrists, his mouth kissing my neck and licking my nipples, his big cock spearing me and ripping me to shreds.

“Perfect fucking girl,” he snarls in my ear. “You drive me goddamn crazy. I need to feel you come. I need it, Charlie.”

I believe him. And I need it too. “Keep going,” I beg, and we fuck like animals, grinding and groaning as the pressure builds and builds, and I know how close I am, right on that perfect edge.

“ Please ,” I plead with him.

“Tell me this is all mine. Every inch of you is mine. Tell me this is everything, wife. Tell me you fucking need it.”

“Oh, god, I’m yours. I’m all yours. Just keep fucking me! ”

He obeys, thrusting again and again, hips pounding into mine until I finally can’t take it anymore.

I shatter on him, break like a wave on sand, the orgasm tearing me to pieces.

I grind and bury my mouth on his, screaming between his teeth as I nearly black out from the pleasure.

I feel him finish too, tipped over his own edge by my bliss.

We end up a tangled, sweaty mess when we’re finally done.

“I’m happy you came back,” I whisper, curling against him as his big arms wrap around me and hold me tight.

“I’m always happy to find you still in my life. I keep waiting for you to disappear.”

“We both know I can’t.”

“You can if you want. That’s your problem, Charlie. You think there are rules, but there aren’t.”

I let that play in my head a bit. He’s right, I could pick up and leave whenever. Even without an inheritance, I have enough money to live comfortably for the rest of my life. I could do anything and be anyone.

Instead, I stay here.

It was about my family at first. Now it’s about what’s happening to me the longer I stay with Stefano. The more I learn about him, the more I feel like I’m changing.

My priorities are shifting.

And that’s terrifying. Because I know how fucking terrible I’ve been lately. Guilt creeps up again, and I find myself pulling from his arms and getting dressed.

He watches from the couch, not even remotely self-conscious about his naked body. Not that he should be. The guy’s a specimen.

“Why’d you jump up?”

“Just got a cramp.”

“Alright.” He rolls onto his back with a sigh. “You want to go home?”

“We probably should.” I try not to look at him, but I can’t help it. I betrayed you. I did it for money and power. What’s that say about me? “I’m pretty tired.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired too.” He smiles slightly. “Not that tired though.”

“Rule’s back on.”

He barks a soft laugh. I really like that sound. “Understood.”

I drift over and drop to my knees. I lean forward and kiss him very softly. “Okay. Now it’s back on.”

As he gets up and dresses, I brush my fingers over the square plastic card I keep on me at all times. If he ever finds it, I’m totally screwed. My life will be over. All my lies will be obvious, and he’ll hate me.

It’s Giorgio’s keycard, stolen from him the day I got my tour.

But I don’t want it anymore. I hated myself the second I lifted it from Giorgio’s desk. I felt sick all day, and I feel even worse now. When this all started, I would’ve gladly handed it over to Grandfather, just to appease him.

Now I can’t wait to get home so I can destroy it.