Page 82 of Ruthless Lord

Her taste is honey and her light gasp is music. I pull her into my lap and feel her grinding against my already stiffening cock. Water drifts down her breasts as I cup them in my hands. I tease her nipples, letting them pebble under my fingers. My tongue invades her mouth, and this should be a dream, but it’s not. This is my nightmare and also what I deserve.

I’ve been a violent man all my life. And now the first woman I’ve ever truly cared about is going to suffer for it.

I don’t know who that man was. I don’t even care. Right now, there’s only Charlie.

She climbs into my lap, wrapping her legs around my hips. I groan as she guides my cock against her slit, her kisses getting more intense and desperate as she slowly lowers down and lets me fill her to the brim.

We stay like that. My dick filling her, hard and pulsing, her tight warmth gripping me. I growl low into her mouth. She starts to ride me, so fucking slowly it hurts. Up and down again, slick and wild, her groans edged and rough from the injury to her throat. Fuck, this is wrong, she should be at a hospital, and I don’t care. She rides me harder and I grab her ass, losing control.

I pound into her. She throws her head back, crying out in bliss. I rip into her pussy, tearing her to pieces, marking her, owning her, breaking her so I can put her back together again. “I need you, I need you, don’t ever do that shit ever again,” I snarl desperately in her ear.

“I promise… I won’t… ever get strangled, ever again…” She grins, eyes bright with desire. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

I give her what she needs. I fill her again and again, kissing her mouth, nibbling her lips, sucking her nipples and squeezing her ass tightly. She grinds down tighter as she screams, and when I pull her hair and graze a thumb over her clit, it finally shatters her. She stiffens and comes, back shaking, legs splashing in the water as the orgasm takes her, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It’s life, it’s good, it’s pure, and it kills me.

I finish inside her. Fuck, I don’t care about anything else. I hold her down and pump myself deep between her legs, kissing her, telling her how beautiful she is, how perfect she is, how I’ll kill a thousand men to keep her safe. Nothing matters but her. Nothing else matters at all.

We finish in a gasping mess. Water’s splashed all around the tub. It’s all pink and swirling from the blood that washed off my chest and hands. My knuckles are bruised and broken from that dead fuck. I’ll have to scrape him from my floor.

Good goddamn riddance.

She sighs, leaning against my chest. I love how pink her cheeks are. I love the little satisfied smile on her lips.

“Stay in here,” I whisper, pecking her neck. I climb out of the tub slowly, water dripping from my skin.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m getting you some clothes and calling our doctor.”

“Stefano—”

“No arguments. He’ll make a house call. I need to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine. Honestly.”

“I’ve been injured enough to know sometimes you can’t tell. Just stay there.”

I quickly towel off and leave her in the tub. I head into my office and find the corpse where I left it. His face looks like someone went berserk on him with a sledgehammer. I’m about to use my office phone to call the doctor when I notice something on the floor.

It’s a keycard.

I frown and stoop down. It’s near the doorway, like someone dropped it. I slowly lift it up and study the front.

It’s Giorgio’s from the depot.

A cold chill fills me. I look at the dead body. Could this man have taken it? But why would he have brought it back? I’m disturbed, but I still manage to make the call. The doctor promises he’ll show up in the next hour.

I feel leaden and exhausted, all my old wounds acting up again. The keycard is a weight in my palm. I carry it into the bathroom and find Charlie already out and getting dressed. She looks at me, then down at the card in my hand, and the look on my face tells me everything.

The color drains away. Her eyes go wide. Her mouth opens and she looks at me like she’s going to cry.

“What’s this?” I ask her, holding it out.

“I can explain.”

“Where did it come from?” I’m dizzy and shaking my head. This doesn’t make any sense. “Charlie, tell me that dead fuck in my office brought this in here.”

Tears streak down her face. “Stefano…”