Page 46 of Ruthless God

“You make me want to do every unspeakable thing you can imagine and so much more, so much fucking worse than what you can imagine, just to preserve this fucking shyness of yours.”

What?

“Fuck me, Luna. But do you know what it does to me when you look like this?”

“Like what—” I gasped when he pressed his thumb inside my lips.

“Suck,” he commanded darkly.

I automatically sucked on his thumb. It never even crossed my mind not to obey him. Not only because I didn’t want to know what would happen if I didn’t obey but also because of the power and authority in his voice that demanded I just blindly follow.

His eyes darkened even more than usual.

“Fucking hell. Enough,” he said, pulling his thumb out and leaving me feeling… empty. Hell, why was I feeling like this? I rubbed my thighs together, and I hadn’t thought it was possible, but the look on Massimo’s face darkened further. “I’m not a man who gives into my emotions or primal urges.”

I believed him. He couldn’t have ruled over Las Vegas had that been the case. But why was he telling me this now? If he wanted to confuse me enough to give him an advantage in this marriage… he was succeeding.

I moved my gaze from his face and down to his body, but hell, it was just as intimidating. He was in workout clothes, sweatclinging to his tan skin. And he smelled amazing. How could he still smell amazing when he had obviously come back from a workout?

My mouth went dry, and he took a step away from me.

“I’m going to wash off.”

It wasn’t a question, nor was he looking for my permission or acknowledgment, but I still nodded. He turned and walked to the bathroom without another thought, leaving me to sit there, feeling even more lost than I felt when I woke up. Only now, there was another feeling that accompanied it. One I wasn’t sure of.

He left the bathroom door open a crack, and I stayed there and listened as the water turned on. Then, some rustling sound told me he was taking off his clothes.

My cheeks felt hot as I imagined him doing so, wondering why I was feeling like this.

My thoughts wandered to that night when I found Lina with the guard. She had been uninhabited in her actions… her passion.

There wasn’t a part of me that judged her for it, and had I had my parents’ love, I might have been brave enough to explore that part of myself.

I didn’t… because Mom had been adamant that Lina and I remain in the “best” condition possible to be a mafia wife, and Andre had warned me that he wouldn’t have any qualms about kicking me out if Iembarrassedhim and the Lombardi name.

I believed him.

Lina never received any similar warnings.

That also meant I had always done what was expected of me.

Perhaps I should have rebelled more. Done something with my life that wouldn’t have made me feel so… meaningless right now.

Now I wished I had the bravery to act on my thoughts and feelings with my husband.

Massimo terrified me as much as he intrigued me. I spent half the time he was present wishing he wouldn’t come any closer and the other half wondering what he would do if I were brave enough to just reach out and touch him.

And right now, the intrigue was winning.

Slowly, I climbed out of the bed and moved toward the bathroom door.

Steam pushed out through the cracks from the doorway, and I took in a hard swallow, inching closer.

There weren’t any curtains, just a glass door offering me the full view of his naked body, warm water raining down on him. His dark hair was slicked back, and his eyes were closed.

What was I doing?

Things could go very bad for me. I couldn’t even think about how Massimo would react. But I just couldn’t make myself move away. I looked inside and took in the brute physique of my husband. Admittedly, aside from the scars, Massimo was an attractive man. Nothing like the ruthless monster everyone made him out to be.

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