Page 31 of Ruthless Lord

Charlie

T he longer I wait to hear from Stefano, the more I’m thinking this was a terrible idea.

It’s like I let Davide snoop through my most private thoughts. All the dumb, embarrassing crap I search for is going to be his to sift through. And if he’s going to prove that I’m not up to something shady, he’ll have to look at it all.

How fast do toes grow?

Trees that are trees but also weeds?

Snacks but healthy and taste good but not berries.

And on and on. If Stefano gets a glimpse of that stuff, he’s going to think I’m the dumbest woman alive. That’s what I get for offloading half my personality to Google.

But it’s only a few hours later when I hear him come through the front door. I turn off the TV and sit up straight as he rumbles into the living room, his expression clouded. My phone’s clutched in his hand. I jump to my feet, stomach twisting like trees in a thunderstorm.

Based on his expression, this gambit didn’t work that great for me.

I hold out my hands, pulse racing.

“Is everything okay? Davide told you I didn’t do anything wrong, right?”

Stefano looms in front of me. His face darkens as he holds out the phone.

I lightly take it from him, feeling sick and scared.

Why isn’t he talking? Why isn’t he doing anything but staring at me like that?

I need him to know that I made a mistake, but I never actually betrayed him.

I didn’t tell my grandfather anything, and I was never going to hand over that keycard.

“Say something,” I whisper, feeling sick. “Please, Stefano. Tell me everything’s okay.”

He reaches out a hand but stops inches from my face. “Give me permission.”

The way he says it breaks something in me. There’s so much desperate yearning in him. And now I realize that consternation wasn’t because of my dumb search history or some red flag I hadn’t realized was there.

It’s desire. It’s raw and unfiltered need.

“You have permission to touch me.”

And he crushes the distance between us like he’s been waiting a lifetime to do it.

He pulls me against him, his other hand cupping my cheek, and he kisses me like lightning.

His mouth crushes to mine and a low growl escapes his throat, and I’m kissing him back, equally washed away by the moment.

His taste invades my mouth, stroking against mine, dominating me, tasting me, drinking me down, as his hands roam my body, tugging off clothes, dragging me to the couch.

He undresses me, throwing clothes to the side, releasing soft groans as each new inch of flesh is revealed.

His eyes are bright with need when he pauses to look at me, hands cupping my bare breasts.

He stoops to lick my nipples, stiffening my pink buds, lapping them hard with his tongue before pulling my hair to expose my throat.

“I knew you could never,” he says, relief and desire thick in his voice. “I didn’t want to believe it.”

“I wouldn’t.” He kisses my neck, stringing pecks and licks up to my mouth again as he drags me down to the couch. I’m shoved back, landing with a soft gasp, and he’s kneeling between my legs, crushing me with his size and weight, kissing down my chest and stomach.

“I hate this fucking leash you have me on,” he snarls, licking my hip bones, moving closer and closer to my aching slit. I slide my fingers through his hair and grip tightly.

“What would you do if I let it go?”

“Devour you.” He kisses my inner thigh, teasing now, building the tension. I want his mouth on my pussy more than life itself right now. “I don’t think I could keep my hands to myself for more than an hour at a time.”

“I think it’s better you stay leashed then.”

“Fuck that. I dream about you.” He shoves my legs wider, roughly, controlling, demanding. “It’s all I can think about. Your taste. Your moans. Fuck, Charlie. This isn’t what I thought when we got married…”

“You wanted a wife in name only.”

“I wanted an alliance. I got a fucking bride instead.”

His tongue stiffens and glides along my folds, licking me open, spreading me enough to find my swollen clit.

He rolls around in circles, lapping at it, making these obscene moaning noises as he does it like a man lost in pleasure at a feast. I like it when he’s free like this, finally unloading all the lust he’s been hoarding since the last time I gave him permission.

He licks, sucking, drinking my soaking pussy down before gliding two big fingers deep into me.

He moves up, fingers buried, and kisses me. He makes me taste myself, warm and salty on his lips. I moan, whimpering as his fingers curl and slide out, pushing back in, again and again, and I’m so wet it’s like they’re drenched in me.

“I’m straining against myself all the fucking time,” he whispers, kissing me, licking my breasts as he finger-fucks me. “I want to follow your rules. I’m a man of my word, but I want you so fucking badly I’m tempted to turn myself into a goddamn monster to taste you.”

“It sounds like you have some amazing self-control.”

“You have no idea, baby. All day like I’m holding myself back…”

“And when I finally say yes?”

“I’m broken.” He stares at me for a moment, fingers slid in deep. I’m breathing hard and dancing on the edge as the pressure and pleasure build in my core, growing and haunting, heavy and incredible. “I’m fucking shattered when you finally let me loose.”

“Then break.”

“No, baby.” He kisses me then bites my lower lip. “It’s your turn.”

He returns between my legs. His fingers fuck me faster now as his mouth does its filthy job.

I picture him aching for me, brooding and dark, stroking himself in the shower, thinking about kissing me, and it’s too much.

This man wants me and I’ve never felt like this before in my life.

I’ve never had someone need me so badly, and maybe I should be scared, maybe it should freak me out.

Instead, it’s everything.

“Faster,” I moan, back arching. I’m so deep in bliss I can’t even make sentences anymore. “Oh, fuck, Stefano, please, please, faster.”

He obeys, my husband, my beautiful fighter, my killer.

He does what I ask when I ask because that’s the kind of man he is.

He gives me what I want, especially when I beg for it.

His fingers glide in fast and deep as his lips and tongue suck and lick, and I finally shatter.

I come so hard I nearly pass out as my hips buck into his mouth, grinding into his face.

He’s moaning as I finish, and my ears are ringing when the orgasm finally washes over me.

He stands. I stare up at him, naked, glistening, dizzy. I watch him undress. His massive cock is stiff and throbbing, covered in veins, a bit of precum shining on his tip.

I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. “Come here,” I whisper. “Just let me?—”

I sit up on an elbow. He stoops as I lean forward and lick that precum off. It sticks to my tongue as I pull back, a long string of it. I look at him, staring into his eyes, loving the fire in his expression. His bleak pure lust.

I reach up and catch the string before it breaks. I smear it around his tip.

“You know what I love?” I whisper as I sit up. I take his cock in both hands and rub the tip against my face, my cheeks, my lips. “How you’re always so hard and dripping with precum for me. It means you want me.” I smear him over my mouth and chin. “It means you can’t get enough.”

“Fuck, Charlie,” he whispers, staring with his mouth hanging open, hips thrusting just slightly like he can’t help himself. “You’re so fucking beautiful with my cock painting your pretty cheeks.”

“You like this?” I rub two fingers across my chin and shove them into my mouth. “I love it too.”

I think that breaks something in him. He grabs me from the couch and turns me around, shoving me down into my hands, my elbows on the back. He kicks my legs wide, making my back arch, but instead of fucking me, he brings one rough hand down on my bare ass with a vicious crack.

I gasp in shock, and before I can moan, I feel him sink inside of me.

His cock spreads me wide. I arch further, wanting him all the way, as pleasure and pain war inside my head.

He spanks me again and again before grabbing my hair and fucking me like I’m his tool.

Like I was born to this world to be filled and fucked and ruined by him alone.

We fit together, better than I’ve ever felt in my life.

It’s terrifying the way he fills me, roughly and fully, and leaves me needing more of him.

Over and over he fucks me. The man lost his mind.

I finally broke him and I love it. I’m moaning his name and sweating as he fills me roughly, fucking me deep, grinding into my pussy, his hips slamming into my ass again and again.

He leans forward, reaching one hand around my hips to graze along my clit, and I feel it coming again.

“All fucking mine,” he snarls in my ear.

“Leave me off the leash and I’ll fuck you into oblivion, Charlie.

Whenever I want you, I will have you. I’ll make you ache and moan.

I’ll fill your mouth and your pussy. I’ll rip myself into your pussy until you scream my name and sing for bliss. Don’t you dare leash me again.”

“Keep going.” I buck into him, pushing back down his shaft. “Please, god, keep going. Keep going!”

He roars his bliss and I scream mine. Everything breaks, the world crumbles into pieces, and I feel him spurting between my legs as the orgasm twists me and breaks me.

I shatter and fall to pieces, crumbling for him, gasping and moaning as his arms wrap around my body, his cock still buried inside of me.

I’m pulled against him, his huge warmth cradling me tightly, and I could sink into this forever.

I could stay right here in bliss for the rest of my life.

We stay like that on the couch for a little while.

I’m breathing hard and dizzy. He squeezes tightly and holds me.

I feel like we’ve melded, our breathing synced, and I wonder how I didn’t notice this before.

The way my head fits in the crook of his arm.

How his chest is the perfect shape. His smell is overwhelming, musky and good.

The way we just fit. His hardness, my softness.

The ease in which I melt and break for him.

All my life, I’ve been looking for something more.

I haunted the fighting pits, wanting to become another person.

It wasn’t enough, being the heir of the Westbrook fortune.

At some level I knew my grandfather was always going to hold onto the family’s business for as long as he was alive.

And once he’s gone, we’ll tear each other apart trying to get as big a piece of the empire as we can.

It was never going to be mine. I could drown myself in work, but where would that get me?

The same old house with the same awful people.

No joy, no happiness.

Money and power, but nothing to build and nothing to buy.

This though…

“Davide checked your GPS data.” Stefano sounds sleepy as he speaks, like a bear waking from hibernation. “You weren’t anywhere near the depot during the break-ins. At least, your phone wasn’t.”

“And what about my communication with my family?”

“Nothing. You’ve barely spoken to them at all. Not even a text.”

I kiss his arm softly. “I made a mistake taking that keycard. It’s not something I’ll ever do again.”

He shifts so he can look down into my face. “I’ve done things. Some of them I’ve regretted. Some have been truly awful. My hands are far from clean. I know what it’s like to wish you could do better.” He leans down and kisses me. “I don’t need perfection from you, Charlie. I just need you.”

“That sounds fair.” I kiss him one more time before gently pulling myself away. I can tell he wishes I’d stay right there, and a big part of me wishes I could too. His eyes roam my naked body as I stretch and start gathering my clothes. “But we have more work to do now, you know that, right?”

“What kind of work?”

“Someone broke into your house. They tried to kill me.”

His expression hardens. “I know that.”

“We need to find out who it was. I have a feeling once we figure that out, the break-ins will stop.”

“You’re probably right.” He sighs, stretching, and rolls onto his side to grab his phone. “Take a look at this.”

He pulls me down next to him again, still naked. Seemingly totally comfortable with it too. Not that I can blame him. The man’s a perfect physical specimen. He shows me a map on his phone with a big light blue circle placed over Radnor, and my heart immediately skips a beat.

“Why are you showing me this?”

“Davide thinks the GPS units we took off the trucks were transmitting to a building in this area.”

My heart immediately sinks. I stare at the map, trying to come up with another explanation, but none make as much sense. “Oh, shit, Stefano…” I shake my head and zoom in slightly, down to a specific block, a specific house, one I know well. “I think I know what we’re looking for.”