Page 76 of Ruthless Mr. Ricco

My insides clench as Matteo’s masculine hand reaches out and turns the lock.He turns and roots me to the spot with his intensity.

“I like your friend,” he chuckles.

“Good, because I like her, too.You’re going to have to share me at least a little bit.”

I mean to say the words as a tease, but the breathy quality of my voice ruins the effect.

He growls and stalks toward me.

“I lied.I don’t like her.”He grabs me by the waist and pulls me against him.“I won’t share.”His thick, warm fingers wrap around my nape.“You’re mine, little rabbit,” he snarls against my lips.

I moan as he kisses me with slow, sensual strokes of his tongue.His unhurried attention lights an inferno in my core.I sink my nails into his hair.He lifts his head and nips my lower lip.

“My stylist is going to have an aneurysm,” he murmurs.

“So is mine.Oh well, the damage is done.Might as well make it worth it, yeah?”I challenge.

“Fucking hell, Brook.You’re perfect,” he rumbles.

I hum and tease the flesh along his collar.

“One last fuck as Ms.Simons?”

I don’t know where the audacious words come from.Maybe it’s the comfort and security I find in his arms, but they flow from me with ease.

“Whatever you say, little rabbit.”

“Hey, that’s my line, sir,” I mock pout.

“You started it.Kiss me,” he demands.

I lift a brow and tease my lips over his mouth.

“Beg me,” I whisper.

He growls and lifts me onto the vanity.

“No, little rabbit, this time you’ll beg me,” he says.

I gasp as he flips my garishly long skirt into my lap and skims his hand up my thigh.After teasing along the upper edge of my stocking and the suspender of my garter belt, he sinks his fingers into my bare pussy.

We both groan as he strokes my hot, wet folds.I hiss when he circles my sensitive clit.

He pushes my thighs further apart, drops to his knees, and buries his face between my legs.I squeak and squirm, but he hooks his arms under my legs and wraps thick fingers around my hips, holding my skirt out of the way and keeping me right where he wants me.

I push against his head.He growls.

The vibrations shake me apart.My core contracts.Every muscle in my body seizes.

He curls two fingers inside me and flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit.

I launch into a second orgasm before the first even ends.

He doesn’t relent.I twist my fist in his hair.He lifts his head so his lips brush against my sex as he speaks.

“Beg me, little rabbit,” he commands.

“Please, Matteo,” I sob.