Page 25 of Ruthless God

How interesting.

I greedily took him in, and when I glanced up to meet his eyes, there was a satisfied glint in them that told me he liked it when I looked.

I blushed and looked down.

Massimo bent down close to me, his lips pressed to the corner of my lips, causing my heart to skip two beats before it fluttered quickly in my chest.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my emotions.

“Let’s get you naked,” he said.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

I didn’t stop him when he reached around for the hook on my bra. I felt it when the fabric loosened around me, and Massimo looked up and met my eyes as he pulled it away. My nipples puckered from the cold air, and I crossed my arms over my chest without thinking. He didn’t say anything to that as he pushed me down until I was flat on my back on the mattress. I looked up at the ceiling when I felt him hook his thumb over my panties and pull them down my legs.

Then he sat back, and though I wasn’t looking at him, I had the feeling he was looking at me. At all ofme.

Mom had taken me out to the salon two days before the wedding to get groomed.

It was probably the most awkward experience of my life to have someone remove hair from such an intimate place on my body and to know it was all for my husband. And now he was looking at me like that.

“You’re beautiful,” he said softly.

I couldn’t help it when my eyes jumped to his. He looked sincere when he said it, and why it mattered to me that Massimo found me beautiful, I didn’t know.

“You are too,” I said awkwardly. And he was. Everyone seemed to have a lot of nicknames for him, from beastly, due to his huge size and the scars on his face and the rough features, toLo Spietato, the monster that ruled over Las Vegas and much of the West with an iron grip, but he was beautiful.

Beautiful in an intimidating way.

Beautiful in a way that thunderstorms were beautiful. Destructive and powerful, but beautiful, nonetheless.

An amusing smile twisted on his lips at my words.

“Beautiful, huh? I don’t think anyone has ever called me that.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “No?”

He shook his head, the smile still firmly on his face, just before he turned his gaze back to my body, making me feel hot all over. I crossed my legs as if that would help hide me, even if I knew it was pointless.

He didn’t say anything to the move, and I watched as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper. I licked my suddenly parched lips, feeling hot and cold all over. He took off his pants but left the black boxer briefs on, and I didn’t know which would have been less intimidating, him keeping the boxer briefs on or had he gotten as naked as me.

The fact that I could clearly see the outline of his huge erection didn’t help.

He cupped my cheek with one hand and waited until I looked up at him.

“Let me get you ready.”

I frowned, not really understanding his words. He slowly pushed my legs apart. I tensed a little at the move before I forced myself to relax and let him. His eyes took in the small triangle of hair between my legs, somewhat hiding my womanhood from his gaze, before he lay himself on top of me, bracing his weight on his elbows so as not to crush me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, in part to keep him closer because he was so warm, and in part to hide myself from him.

He kissed me.

This one was much different from the first kiss we shared in the bridal suite and much different from the perfunctory kiss he gave me at the church.

There was a dark promise in it that I was wholly addicted to. And fearful of.

I bravely kissed him back, and when I felt the small vibration caused by his lips when he let out a small groan, I grew more confident in my movements.

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