Page 33 of Ruthless Lord

“Stop it.” She’s whispering and trembling slightly.

“You look incredible, Charlie. In that little slip of yours. Just the thinnest silk between me and what I really need.”

“People are in the room,” she hisses, but I swear, she’s on the edge of moaning.

“They can watch.” My eyes focus on the gnats. They’re standing together in a little group now, looking variously horrified and actually kind of into this. “You don’t mind if I fuck my wife in front of you girls, do you?”

“That’s enough.” Charlie pulls away, panting hard. She looks pissed. I guess I pushed a little too far. “Sign the papers, you asshole.”

“Say pretty please.”

“How about I tell you to go fuck yourself? How about you go explain to your precious Don that you couldn’t obey his orders because you’re too much of a prick?”

Cheeky fucking girl. I grin, genuinely loving this. “I’ll sign.” I slap the papers down on a table. The gnat called Emily lets out a yelp and covers her mouth in surprise. “But tonight, after you’re all mine, I’m going to take it out on your pretty fucking ass.”

Charlie snorts and backs away. “You touch me and you’re dead.”

“I don’t mean I’ll hurt you.” I grab a venue-branded pen from a stack of stationery and start scrawling my initials, all while staring at my wife. My mouth’s still watering and my dick’s hard. “I’m going to spank you, Charlie.”

Her eyes widen a touch. “Like hell you will.”

“Over and over. My palm flat on your lovely little backside. You’ll squeal and whine. You might even try to fight. But in the end, you’ll writhe and moan as my fingers make you come.” I sign the final page with a flourish and throw the pen toward the gnats. Emily screams and covers her mouth.

The other two are looking at me like they wish they were the ones about to be my wife.

“If you think tonight is going to be about anything more than business, you’re even more delusional than I thought.” Charlie stays completely composed, looking at me like I’m a piece of worn shoe leather. “Your hands won’t come anywhere near my admittedly very nice ass.”

I grin at her, heart hammering. I love her defiance. The way she’s standing up to me with her chin held high.

But I meant what I said. I don’t give a shit about the money—only I want to make sure she can’t just waltz out of this marriage whenever she damn well pleases.

Because when I put a ring on her finger, that means she’s mine forever.

And I don’t give up what I own. Not ever, not for anything.

Even if she pisses me off and acts like she’s the greatest shit God ever squeezed out of his magic asshole.

She will be mine.

“Don’t worry, wife. You can stand there and look at me like I’m a monster, but you’ll be covered in sweat and begging me to keep going before the sun comes up.”

I leave the suite, the signed prenup under my arm.

Something crashes against the door behind me. Sounds a lot like a glass shattering.

I’m smiling all the way back to my rooms. Enzo and Luca are still there, both casually drinking and playing cards, while the lawyersits across the room pale as death. I drop the papers in front of him. “You may go now.”

He snatches them up, makes sure they’re signed, and runs off like his life depends on it.

Luca leans back in his chair. “All good?”

“About as expected.”

“That bad then?”

I sit next to him and pour myself another drink. “My wife is a pain in my ass.”

“You’re not married yet,” Enzo murmurs.