Page 5 of Ruthless Lord

I think about him stroking himself as he licked my pussy.

And decide it was a good idea.

I reach between my legs and slowly glide a finger along my slit as I suck him, feeling the energy of his desire roll into me, mixing with the pure vicious pleasure of my fingers on my soaking wet pussy.

“ Enough ,” he growls, fingers gripping my hair. He pulls me back and his cock exits my mouth with a wet, lewd pop .

That’s not a ladylike sound at all .

“Enough what?” I ask him sweetly, trying not to smile. I feel so beautiful and strong. I love bringing this man to hysterics with my mouth. With my tits. With my eyes and my body.

“I need to fuck you,” he says, sounding feverish, and that’s the most erotic sentence I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

Need .

Not want, but need , and I believe it.

He pulls me to my feet and crushes his mouth to mine. He tastes like my pussy, and I bet I taste like his cock. He lifts me in the air like I’m nothing and carries me across his house, to his stairs, and we’re heading up to his bedroom.

I don’t get to see much until I’m thrown into a big, comfortable bed. Wood frame, expensive nightstand. The sheets are soft and dark blue.

Then he’s between my legs. His powerful body pinning me down. My hands stretch above my head and he holds them there, exploring my skin with his mouth, eagerly and hungrily kissing and licking every inch of me, sucking my nipples roughly before I feel his cock press against my soaking entrance.

A few thoughts occur. None of them really matter. One massive hand wraps loosely around my throat and he stares into my eyes.

“Tell me to fuck you,” he says, squeezing ever so slightly.

“You really want to, don’t you?” I move my hips, wriggling against him. “You really, really want to fill me up?”

“God damn, you have a filthy mouth too, don’t you?”

“You’re making me feel a little wild.”

“Good. Because there’s nothing more I want in this world than your delicious, soaking wet little cunt stretched wide and fucked by me.

I want to see your eyes roll back as you come.

I want you to say my name as I take your pretty, tight little body and fuck you into submission.

I want you sweating and whispering and sucking my dick.

I want you licking all your pussy off me.

I want you swallowing my cum and asking for more.

That’s what I want from you, baby, since you so desperately want to know. ”

Well, holy shit.

I dig my fingers into his back, my mouth hanging open.

“Fuck me now,” I whisper.

He obeys. And I bet he’s not the type of man who usually does.

His cock thrusts inside me, slipping in deep. I arch my back in shock. He’s so much bigger than I expected. It burns, but it also feels so good, the hurt and the pleasure mixing together in a heady, fucked-up bloom. Then he’s grinding into me, kissing me, teasing me, fucking me nice and slow.

“Get used to me,” he snarls in my ear. “I want you nice and used to my big dick.”

“You plan on doing this again?”

“I plan on using you all night, baby.”

Oh, shit .

He fucks me like a savage. I can barely think as he fills me, roughly pumping into my pussy, and I’m grinding into him, pleading for him to keep going.

I’m right on the edge already, buzzing with energy and needy for more.

His growls, snarls, and moans should be wrong, but they only make me feel beautiful.

This man can’t control himself when he’s inside my pussy.

He can barely hold back as he snarls and fills me, hips thudding into mine.

Sweat rolls down his defined chest. I’m burning up with how badly I need this.

“Come for me, baby,” he begs, pleading, and god, I love that. “I need to see you come. I fucking need it.”

Need, need, need , that’s all I am, just one aching need and he has to satisfy me.

I push back against him, sitting up to bite his lip, pulling him down against me, grinding harder.

“Fuck me, Stefano,” I moan, and he gives me what I want, hitting my rhythm, nailing my pace, driving me wild until there’s nothing left in me but a glowing ache that has to finally break.

And it shatters so fucking perfectly.

I moan his name as I come. The savage doesn’t hold back, filling me again and again, driving me absolutely insane. I’ve never orgasmed like this before in my life. I can barely breathe. Sex is supposed to be some beautiful act between man and woman, but there’s nothing holy about this.

It’s pure sin.

Just as I finish, he pulls out. The sudden absence is dizzying. But he’s on his knees, roughly dragging my mouth to his cock, and I don’t hesitate.

I greedily suck him, licking and moaning as the last of my orgasm flickers down my spine.

He comes in my mouth with a low roar, entirely out of control. I keep sucking him, swallowing as it hits the back of my throat, exploding like he’s been saving this just for me all his life. As he finishes, I lovingly lick him, cleaning him up, and pull back, breathing hard to catch my breath.

My muscles ache. When the hell did that happen?

“Fuck, Charlie,” he says, collapsing next to me.

For a beat, I don’t know what to do. I’ve never had a one-night stand before. Do we snuggle? Do we shake hands and compliment each other?

He deserves high praise if so.

But Stefano doesn’t hesitate. He pulls me into his arms and hugs me close against his incredible body. I melt into him, cradled by his massive size, feeling warm and praised and good.

“Can I be honest for a second?” I whisper, smiling to myself.

“Right now, you can say anything you want, and I’ll just worship you.”

I grin like a moron. What a dumb thing to say, but it was perfect anyway. “I didn’t expect this to happen.”

“Oh, I did. The second I saw you running through the men’s locker room. I thought to myself, I’m going to fuck her senseless all night and come in her pretty mouth.”

I laugh and slap him lightly on the arm. “Don’t say that.”

“What? I didn’t come in your mouth?”

“No, you did. I just mean?—”

“You don’t want me to say dirty things when I’m not actively fucking you?”

My cheeks blaze pink. “Basically, yeah.”

He snuggles in closer, lips kissing me lightly. “Who says I’m done?”

I blink in surprise and twist to face him. He looks totally earnest. “But you already, you know—” I gesture vaguely down at his dick.

“I told you already. I get you for one night, and I’m going to have my fill.” He’s already stroking himself slowly. “Are you complaining? You’re free to go.”

Well, shit. A little thrill rekindles in my stomach. Is this guy for real? I don’t even know if I can handle that big dick in me again tonight, but I’m honestly so curious I can’t help myself.

I have to see what he can do.

It’s just one night. Tomorrow, it’ll be back to my old life. I’ve always liked transgressing against my family, but this is definitely a line I never should’ve crossed.

Only I’m on the other side already, and there’s no point in trying to go back.

“One of these times I’ll call your bluff,” I say, leaning up to kiss his lower lip.

“But not this time.”

“No, not this time.”

I wake up early the next morning sore as hell.

It’s a new experience for me. The dull ache between my legs is bizarre, but also satisfying.

The hulking Stefano snores lightly beside me in the bed.

I slip out and get dressed. The clock says it’s slightly past five in the morning and the sun’s barely rising outside. I can’t see well and nearly fall over, only to realize most of my clothes are still down in the kitchen.

I hate this. I don’t want to steal away without saying something. But what exactly am I supposed to tell him?

Last night was fun but I can’t ever see you again?

It’s just not a conversation we need to have.

“Thanks for letting me be someone else,” I whisper at the shadow of him before slipping to the bedroom door.

I pad lightly down the steps and put on the rest of my clothes in the kitchen. This whole walk of shame thing is a totally new experience for me.

I don’t love it.

But I don’t regret what we did at all.

So much of my life is buttoned-up and perfect. I’d never, ever let someone talk to me the way Stefano spoke to me last night. His hands were rough and firm, and he took exactly what he wanted.

No hesitation. No worrying.

That was intoxicating.

I wish I could be more like that.

But in the cold morning light, I’m still just myself.

Charlie Westbrook.

I slip out the front door, already starting to order an Uber, when I stop short.

There’s a black town car parked at the curb.

I recognize it instantly and a chill runs down into my toes.

The driver’s door opens and Albert steps out.

He smiles sadly at me. He’s always seemed like a kindly uncle. Even though I know he’s my father’s vicious underground fixer and the manager of all the pit fights. He looks like he belongs at a family barbecue making ribs and cracking jokes.

“Morning,” Albert says.

“How’d you find me?”

“One of my men followed you from the warehouse.”

I stiffen my spine. “They couldn’t have helped me when I needed them?”

He spreads his hands in apology. “Looks like someone stepped in before they could.”

My jaw works. This is very bad. It’s one thing for Albert to see me hanging around the warehouse—my grandfather is aware of how I spend my time—but it’s another catching me like this.

The ramifications play through my head, and I know I’m fucked.

“How mad is he?”

“You’ll find out.” Albert nods at the car. “Come on, Charlie. You should get this over with. He wants to see you as soon as you’re home.”

My eyes narrow. “Grandfather’s never awake before seven.”

“We’re not going to see your grandfather.” He sighs as he climbs back into the car.

Oh, fuck.

I can’t move. I can’t breathe.

If Grandfather didn’t send Albert, that means?—

We’re going to see my dad.

And that’s just about my biggest nightmare.