Page 4 of Ruthless Lord

Charlie

I ’m done. It’s over. I’m screwed.

There’s no coming back from this.

Stefano kisses me and I drown in his mouth. His taste floods my tongue, a mix of mint and wine, heaven and hell, so good it feels like my knees might collapse.

His tongue slides across mine and his grip in my hair tugs slightly.

I gasp into his mouth, moaning as I press into him, wanting to seal our mouths together tighter.

His lips are honey, and the slight purr in the back of his throat sends my skull to another planet.

I’m dizzy with need, desire pooling in my core, pure animal want rolling down my spine.

I can’t stop even if I wanted to. There’s nothing more important than feeling this man, this monster, this everything I’m supposed to hate but only desperately have to feel right now.

It’s the kind of kiss that ruins a girl.

The sort of kiss that doesn’t promise, doesn’t hint, doesn’t tease. It’s a kiss that exists for itself. A kiss that’s the beginning of something. It’s an ending too, or at least the first step toward one. It’s a dance, the roar of an engine, the scream of a jet taking flight.

I never imagined I’d have a kiss like this.

I was raised to want what’s proper. A good man from a nice family. Preferably a family with huge wealth.

A man the total opposite of a pit-fighting monster.

But Stefano’s something else. He transports me. He makes me forget who I am and that’s more valuable than money or breeding or a good last name.

He makes me want to be here, right here, in this moment.

Nowhere else but kissing him.

His hands move down my hips. I shift closer, feeling his thick, hard cock. He’s so stiff it’s pressing against me. Another thrill burns into my core. The idea that I can make a man like this so freaking hard , it’s unbelievable.

I never thought of myself like that before.

But now kissing him, it’s like I’m someone new.

Reborn in lust.

I tug at his shirt. He lets out a little grunt and smirks as he pulls it over his head. Muscles flex, more muscles than I thought a human torso could possibly have. I run my fingers down his chest, along his chiseled abs, and rest on the top of his jeans, curling under the hem.

His mouth traces a line along my cheek, across my lips, like he’s nuzzling into my taste.

“If you keep going, I can’t promise I’ll be able to stop,” he whispers, half a warning, more like a guarantee.

“I think we’re past that now.”

“Just making sure.” His fist tightens in my hair before letting go.

He pulls off my sweatshirt, tossing it aside with a hungry snarl, and kisses my neck, feasting on it, his hands moving up my simple t-shirt to cup my breasts.

I gasp in surprise and moan as he teases one nipple with his fingers before easily taking the shirt off too.

“Now we’re even,” I say, licking my lips, but he only laughs.

“Not quite.” The bra comes off next. I shiver as cold air touches my stiff nipples.

His mouth brushes across my collarbone before he latches on to one nipple and sucks hard, tongue tweaking around in a circle, hand squeezing roughly.

Not shy or holding back. It hurts and feels so fucking good.

I lace my fingers in his thick hair, tugging.

“That’s better,” he whispers. “Look at what you were hiding.”

“It’s better to hide in a place like the warehouse.”

“Pretty girls like you get looks in a place like that.” He runs his tongue along my breasts, bringing it back up to my lips. “Especially pretty girls with tits like heaven and a mouth that’s begging to get fucked.”

My eyebrows shoot up. Holy shit .

I’ve never been talked to like that before in my life.

“Are you saying you want to fuck my mouth?”

“I’m saying I want to fuck every inch of you.

” He bites my lower lip. “I want to fuck your lips until you gag. I want to fuck your pussy until you come. And when you’re all mine, when you’re dripping wet and writhing and moaning and begging for more, I’ll fuck your tight little ass until you scream. ”

Oh my freaking god.

I’ve never wanted to get fucked in my ass before in my entire life.

And now suddenly it sounds appealing.

What is the matter with me?

Eagerly, I tug at his jeans, unzipping the fly and pulling them down.

I slip my hand into his boxer briefs and stroke his cock, moaning as he kisses me, dominating with his mouth.

The man’s big , he’s thick and long, absolutely obscenely enormous.

The sort of dick that breaks a girl to go with the sort of man to end my life.

A little bead of wet precum’s at his tip and I smear it around his head, pulling him free and stroking him with both hands.

He moans and it’s the most delicious noise I’ve ever heard.

“Greedy fucking girl,” he says, eyes blazing now. “But I’m not done with you yet. Not even close.”

He shoves me back and I yelp as he drops to his knees, roughly pulling off my black skinny jeans.

They don’t come off easily but he’s not daunted.

His mouth finds my mound over my little black panties and a part of me wishes I had on cuter underwear while the rest of me is buzzing with how absolutely incredibly good that feels.

“You smell fucking incredible,” he groans, breathing me in before pushing my panties aside. He makes me spread my legs, my back supported against the wall.

Even down on his knees, he’s huge and has to stoop down to tongue me, front to back.

“Your taste is even better.”

I grip his hair, eyes rolling back. “I feel like you’re easily pleased.”

“Not even close, baby.” He devours me then, his mouth wrapping around my pussy as his tongue slides inside and back out again, licking and lapping, sucking, slurping, nothing shy about this man, not holding back.

He nibbles on my clit and my legs start to shake as pleasure bolts down my spine in wild waves.

“Oh, fuck ,” I say, one hand on my left breast, basically holding it tight, the other hand slipped through his hair and tugging. “I don’t think… I’ve ever been licked… like that before.”

He laughs, low and sultry, as his fingers stroke me. He stares up into my eyes. My pussy glistens on his lips. He slides two meaty fingers deep inside before pulling them back and popping them in his mouth.

“Easy when you’re so damn tasty.”

“Filthy fucking man,” I moan, head tipped back, because god damn, that is dirty and I really, really like it.

He goes back to work, licking and sucking, and I can’t take it much longer. My hand squeezes my nipple and I pull his hair. That only spurs him on. He licks my clit like he wants to rub it away, and I’m grinding against his face like I have no morals.

When you’re getting licked by a demon, it’s better to forget about heaven.

Hell’s a better fit for me now.

And Stefano’s my devil. He’s my particular torture. I’m caught right on the edge of breaking apart for him, and he wants it almost as badly as I do.

What finally kills me is when he wraps a fist around his hard cock.

And slowly strokes himself as he keeps licking me.

Watching that big man, this monster of a fighter, rippling with muscle and oozing raw sexual masculinity, watching him stroke his precum-soaked cock with one massive fist, that finally wrecks me in ways I’ll never come back from.

I shatter on his tongue. I come so hard I nearly fall over. He doesn’t hold back as he eats me, moaning like he’s loving my orgasm as much as I am.

Finally, I finish, gasping for air, little spots bursting at the corners of my vision. I push him back, too sensitive for him to keep going, and he leans back sensually, licking his lips and smirking at me.

“ Fuck ,” I say, gathering myself. It takes a second to realize I’m still cupping one breast. I slowly lower my hand down, staring at him. “That was…”

“Delicious?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I was going to say really good but yeah, sure, that word works too.”

He slowly gets to his feet. His cock’s still hard as iron between us. I stare at the massive thing, licking my lips. Very sure I’m in way over my head. Drowning and loving it.

“Knees,” he says, a single word. A command.

I’m not usually the kind of girl who obeys , but right now I’m not exactly myself.

Slowly, I sink down, looking up at him.

His eyes blaze with desire. He doesn’t say another word. He doesn’t have to. We both know what he wants.

Hell, I want it too.

I reach out and take his cock in one hand. Slowly, I stroke him, feeling how stiff he is. How hard I made him. Every thick vein, every bump. He’s truly massive and I love it.

There’s nothing more intoxicating than making a man this excited. He’s hardly under control. And I know how to finally break him.

I lean forward, eyelids fluttering as I try to keep our gazes locked, and lick him.

Just a little bit. My tongue grazes the tip. I taste his precum, salty and warm.

And he lets out a fucking whimper .

I doubt this man’s ever made that sound before in his life. He’s probably taken vicious beatings, maybe even killed people. But not once has a sound like that escaped his lips.

But right now, with me on my knees, I have that power over him.

I’m in control.

He wants it so badly, I bet I can make him do anything, just with the promise of his cock in my mouth.

I lick him again. I get a deep groan. I take his tip into my mouth, licking it in circles as I slowly take him.

His fist grips my hair.

Guiding me, not pushing.

I’m still in control.

I take him deeper before pulling back with a gasp. I let my spit coat his shaft as I stroke him and look into his eyes.

He’s almost pleading.

“You like this, don’t you?” I tilt my head, smiling as I jerk him root to tip. “This is what you wanted?”

“ Fuck ,” he growls. “This is what I wanted.”

I take him in my mouth again. I suck him harder this time, cheeks hollowing. I revel in the noises of bliss he makes as I suck his cock, gliding back and forth, moving faster. I gag once but that only makes him moan louder as my spit dangles from my lips onto his tip.