Page 41 of Ruthless Reign

Air rushed into my lungs and I held it, the sensation of being filled at war with the tender ache of being stretched so completely.

“And this?” He nodded down toward his cock, retreating only an inch before rutting in again. “This is all yours. Do you understand?” Another short ease out before a harsh shove in.

“Yes.” I sighed, the word sounding more like a breath than a syllable.

He held himself up with one arm and grabbed my chin with the other, forcing me to face him. “I mean it, Julia. No hang-around gets to touch. No one else.”

The use of my real name snapped something deep inside, and being connected to him like this created an emotional backlash I wasn’t prepared for. It was like there had been a rubber band between us, stretched nearly to its breaking point by how we’d ignored and treated each other for weeks. And now it had been let go, snapping its recoil on tender flesh, and my eyes burned like I wanted to cry.

“And if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way,” he continued, fucking me slow and deep, rubbing at the delicious spot inside me. “I’ll kill them. Understand?”

My nerves fired on all cylinders as I wrapped my legs around his lower back, hooking my ankles together so I could urge him in harder and faster, consuming all of him and all of me.

“You’re mine,” he mumbled, leaning down to kiss me, making me tremble again.

“Please,” I said in between his frenzied taking. “Please, can I touch you?”

“Touch me, little wife,” he said. “Make me yours.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him closer while I devoured his mouth again. I speared my fingers into his soft hair, yanking and scratching however I wanted, and when my pleasure started to climb, I clawed down his chest, using his stomach muscles as leverage to thrust my hips into his. When I was just about to hit the pinnacle, I reached between us and rubbed my clit, setting off my climax.

It burst through my veins like flames and tightened all of my muscles. I sank my nails into his skin as he continued to fuck me through it, his groans accenting my screams. I’d never come so hard in my life, and I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been so comfortable with someone else. Not Vittori. Not Hugo. Never. Perhaps it was him. Perhaps he put me at ease with this power dynamic between us.

But he wasn’t done. When I came back to my own body, he’d only just started to chase his orgasm.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he mumbled, ducking his head into the space between my neck and my shoulder. He kissed and licked at my skin, uttering other things I couldn’t quite make out. And when he reached his peak, he tensed, his cock jerking violently inside me, filling me with his seed. He hovered there while I held him, my legs still wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck, my cunt clenching around his cock.

He lifted his head and gazed down at me with a destructive passion in his eyes, almost as if helikedme, as if our union had ended far too soon. Roman leaned down to press his lips to mine in a tender kiss that stole my heart, and perhaps I had to admit I liked him, too. Or at least, I liked this awful thing between us.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, trailing sweet kisses over my face. “Flushed and spent and relaxed.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean,” I said.

He chuckled and pushed up, sliding out of me as he sat back on his feet. I tried not to cover myself up as he ran his hotgaze over the length of my body, from my burning cheeks to my racing heart and down to my slippery, wet cunt. I wanted to put my hand there to shield the mess of our joining from his sight, but something about his demeanor told me he wouldn’t let me even if I tried.

Then he did something none of my other lovers had ever done. He reached between my thighs and ran his fingers over me, scooping up his cum and shoving it back into my vagina. I gasped and arched into the touch, still too sensitive for this abuse. But he didn’t seem to care. His searing gaze held me in place while he did what he wanted.

“You know,” he said in a low husky voice, “I always wanted kids. I want a big family.” He continued playing with me, with our combined cum, while he talked, gathering whatever leaked out and pushing it back inside. “I can’t stop thinking about what it might be like, what you might look like, all swollen with my child.”

I didn’t know what to say. This was the first time he’d ever been vulnerable with me, and maybe it was the after-sex hormones that made me soften to him, but at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to wrap him in my arms and never let him go again.

“Would you want a boy or a girl?” I asked, meeting his gaze when his eyes shifted to me.

“I don’t care,” he said. “Doesn’t matter to me. What about you?”

I shrugged. “I suppose I don’t either.”

“Did you want kids? Ya know…before this?”

Letting out a small laugh, I shook my head. “I grew up Catholic, and even if my family aren’tgoodCatholics, I always knew it would be expected of me.”

“That’s not what I asked.” When he was finished playing with my cunt, he put his hands on his thighs and sat there, expecting an answer from me.

“Yes,” I said. Though I had always expected to have them with Hugo, not the president of my family’s enemy.

He nodded and glanced to the bed, perhaps reading the solemnness in my eyes, before climbing off the mattress. “Stay there. I’ll get something to clean you up.”

“Don’t bother,” I said, rolling to my side so I could stand. “I’ll take a shower?—”

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