Page 71 of Ruthless God

“Still shy with me?” he asked, his voice whisper-soft.

I didn’t think there would ever be a time when I wouldn’t be shy with him.

“I know something that can help,” he said.

“What’s that?” I asked, adopting the same tone of voice as him.

“I have to get you used to my touch.”

“Used to your touch—” I gasped when I felt his hand mold over one of my breasts. He squeezed it slightly, making my nipples harden. He could touch me as much as he wanted—there was no getting used to the electrifying zing I felt humming all over my skin whenever he touched me like this.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

I could only nod.

“Words,principessa. I need your words.”

“Yes,” I said, my voice nothing more than a breathy moan. Who knew it could feel so good to have him touch me there? But it always felt good with Massimo. He made sure of it, a rarity in our world.

Perhaps that was why I so readily agreed with his need for control back at the restaurant. Why, instead of feeling scared over the prospect of giving another person so much power over me, I had felt only a small flutter of apprehension, nervousness, and—thrill. I knew he wouldn’t break me, and I was flailing, so desperate for his guidance.

Or maybe I was just trying to justify my actions, trying to convince myself that it wasn’t so stupid to place blind trust in my husband.

I didn’t know which was actually the answer, and at that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care because Massimo’s hand was moving away from my breast and down to the hem of my shirt. He kept his eyes on me the entire time as he lifted the shirt up and off me, leaving me in my plain black bra. There was nothing alluring about it, but the way he looked at me… it made me feel special.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against my neck. My hands slowly moved to his shoulders, and I bravely let my palms mold over his muscular body. I took in just how hard and different he was from me and reveled in the fact that this man was mine.

Mine and no one else’s.

You won’t share me.

Please… please let that be true. That Massimo was a man of his word, and when he said I wouldn’t share him, that would be the case.

That it would always be the case.

He suckled on the skin of my neck, causing goosebumps to erupt over my skin. My eyes fluttered shut from the sensation as his hand moved around me to unbuckle the bra. The fabric loosened just before Massimo pulled it away and let it drop to the floor. He sucked harder on the skin, no doubt leaving his mark on me.

I opened my eyes when he pulled back, his gaze gliding over me and stopping on my nipples. He licked his lips and rolled one hardened nub between his forefinger and thumb roughly, driving me just a little more crazy.

I bit my bottom lip to keep from doing something embarrassing, like begging him for more.

He plucked at my nipple, leaving behind a small sting that had me gasping for air. I tightened my grip on his shoulder, my short nails digging into his skin.

“You don’t think you can nap?” he asked me, his voice a low, seductive caress that had my insides curling with pleasure. “I can help with that.”

God, his voice.

I loved his voice.

He bent down in front of me then, his lips trailing over my skin as he did. I swallowed hard as I watched him, my heart pounding when he looked up, his green eyes twinkling just before he winked at me.

He slowly pulled down my leggings, along with my panties. Cold air teased my wet center as he focused his eyes on it.

“God!” I screamed out as he delved two thick fingers inside me. His hungry eyes never left my face, true fascination in them. As if my every reaction to his touch was truly something he couldn’t get enough of.

My legs trembled, and it was taking everything in me to stay standing when I felt the first inkling of an orgasm hitting me. I dug my hands into his shoulder, my eyes begging for the kind of release I knew only he could provide. He quickened his movements. The squelching noise of my wet skin sounded against the friction of his touch, along with my moans, and his breathing became the only noise in the room.

I should be embarrassed. I was past being self-conscious. Not when I just wanted to come so badly.So bad.

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