Page 74 of Ruthless God

The reason why I needed Massimo to love me, even if I wasn’t sure a man like him was capable of it.

It was because I was already halfway in love with him, and I just didn’t see a way for this to progress without my heart breaking into a million little pieces.

18

LUNA

I wokeup early the next morning with Massimo still in bed with me.

I turned to take him in fully, only to pull up short when I found he was wide awake, his green eyes cleared from sleep.

“Good morning,” I said, suddenly feeling shy. My eyes moved down my body. I was naked. So was Massimo.

He cupped my cheek and waited for me to look back at him before he said, “Good morning.” His voice was gruff and wholly addicting.

I could listen to the sound of his voice for the rest of my life.

I blinked.

“What?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

The look he shot me told me he didn’t believe me. But thankfully, he didn’t question me further about it. Instead, he moved in close and kissed me sweetly before the movements turned playful, and he pulled away only to come right back and give me several short pecks. I smiled against his lips.

“You’re still here,” I said when he pulled away.

“Were you expecting me to be gone by now? Are you trying to get rid of me?”

My smile widened, and I shook my head. “I like it when you’re home.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment as if trying to process my words fully. I worried I might have said the wrong thing, but then his eyes went soft. “I like having you here. Gives me a reason to come home at night.”

That was possibly the sweetest thing he had ever said to me.

It was possibly the sweetest thinganyonehad ever said to me.

“Thank you,” I said, meaning it.

He shifted in the blanket until he was lying on top of me. I spread my legs to fit him, gasping slightly when I felt his erection pressed up against my center.

“You’re welcome,” he answered. It took me a moment to realize what he was saying. I didn’t even care about the conversation anymore.

“Won’t you…” I began, unsure of how to ask for what I needed.

Make loveorfuck?

What was the appropriate term? Just because I was already halfway in love with him didn’t mean it was the case for him. But to ask him to fuck me sounded too crude for this morning. Not this morning when I was feeling vulnerable and soft and needed more from him than I was willing to say.

But he must have known what I wanted because I felt his hand move down between our bodies. “Let me get you ready first.”

I shook my head, trying to move my hips up. “I’m already ready.”

He shot me a look. “Who’s in charge?”

I made a slight, noncommittal sound in the back of my throat. “You are.”

He cupped me in his large hand, moving it roughly over my slit and making wetness gush out of me. I was sure he could feel that on his palm. I shifted my hips, wanting more of him. He pushed two fingers inside me, stretching me out in the best way possible.

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