Page 95 of Ruthless Arrangement

The walk is charged with anticipation. Despite the pain, my body responds, and as we step into the room, the door clicking shut with a finality that seals us away from the world, the air between us crackles. Lamps cast a warm, amber glow, painting Lea’s skin in hues of gold. Her eyes, dark and fathomless, lock onto mine, and I feel the pull. Raw and undeniable. My injuries ache, a dull reminder of the fight, but they’re nothing compared to the fire igniting in my veins. She hesitates, her gaze flickering to the bandages beneath my shirt, concern etched into her delicate features.

“Lea,” I say, my voice low, a command wrapped in velvet. “Stop worrying about me.”

Her lips part, a protest forming, but I close the distance in two strides, my hands framing her face. The kiss is immediate, hungry, my tongue claiming hers with a possessiveness that makes her gasp into my mouth. Her fingers clutch my shirt, and I feel the tremor in her touch, the desire warring with restraint. I pull back just enough to meet her eyes, my thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip.

“You think I’m fragile?” I murmur, a dark chuckle rumbling in my chest. “Sweetheart, I’ll fuck you so good you’ll forget your own name. Injuries be damned.”

Her breath hitches, pupils dilating, and I know I’ve got her. My hands move to her blouse, fingers deftly undoing the buttons, each one a slow, deliberate tease. The fabric parts, revealing the swell of her breasts, the lace of her bra barely containing her. I slide the blouse off her shoulders, letting it pool on the floor, and step back, taking my time to, once again, drink her in. She’s a vision: curves and shadows, her skin glowing under the lamplight.

“Fucking perfect,” I growl, my voice thick with want. “I can’t stop looking at you, Lea. Made for me. Every inch of you.”

A delicious flush spreads across her chest, but she doesn’t look away. Good. I want her to see the hunger in my eyes, to feel the weight of my desire. I reach for her skirt, unzipping it with a slow, deliberate pull, letting it fall to join her blouse. Her panties are next, and I hook my fingers under the lace, dragging them down her thighs. She steps out of them, and I take another moment to admire her, standing bare in front of me.

“On the bed,” I order, my tone leaving no room for argument. “Now.”

She obeys, moving with a grace that makes my cock throb. She lies back, her hair fanning out on the pillow, and I shed my shirt, ignoring the sharp twinge in my side. The pain is irrelevant. All that matters is her: spread out, waiting, her eyes tracking my every move. I climb onto the bed, settling between her thighs, my hands gripping her hips as I lower my mouth to her skin.

“Nico,” she whispers, her voice trembling with need.

“Oh, baby,” I purr, my lips brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “You have no idea what I’m gonna do to you. I’m gonna taste every fucking inch of you until you’re screaming my name.”

I start slow, my tongue tracing patterns along her thigh, teasing closer to her core. She squirms, her hips lifting, and I pin her down with a firm hand, my fingers digging into her flesh. “Stay still,” I command, my voice a low growl. “You move when I tell you to move.”

She whimpers, and the sound goes straight to my dick. I part her with my fingers, exposing her to my gaze, and fuck, she’s glistening, already so wet for me. “Look at this pretty pussy,” I say, my voice dripping with reverence. “So fucking wet, just for me. You want my tongue, don’t you, piccola?”

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice a whisper. “Please, Nico.”

I don’t make her wait. My mouth descends, and I lick her slow and deep, savoring the taste of her, the way she arches under me. Her hands fist the sheets, and I grin against her, my tongue circling her clit with relentless precision. “That’s it,” I murmur, the vibrations of my voice making her gasp. “Let me hear you, Lea. Tell me how good it feels.”

“So good,” she moans, her head thrashing. “Nico, please. Don’t stop.”

“Stop?” I laugh, dark and wicked. “Baby, I’m just getting started.”

I slide a finger inside her, curling it just right, and her cry is music to my ears. I add another, stretching her, pumping in time with the flicks of my tongue. She’s tight, so fucking tight, and the thought of being inside her again has me grinding against the bed, desperate for friction. But this is about her. Her pleasure, her surrender. I work her relentlessly, my mouth and fingers driving her higher, until her thighs tremble and her moans turn to sobs.

“Nico—oh God, I’m gonna?—”

“Come for me,” I growl, sucking her clit hard. “Come all over my tongue, piccola. Let me taste it.”

She shatters, her body convulsing as she screams my name, her release flooding my senses. I don’t stop, lapping at her until she’s writhing, oversensitive, begging for mercy. Only then do I pull back, licking my lips as I crawl up her body, my hands skimming her curves.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come,” I say, my voice rough. “But we’re not done. Not even close.”

I shed my pants, freeing my cock. I stroke myself once, twice, letting her see how hard she makes me. “You want this, Lea?” I ask, my tone taunting. “You want me to fuck you deep, make you mine again?”

“Yes,” she says, her voice desperate. “Please, Nico. I need you.”

I position myself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip, and she arches, trying to pull me in. I grip her hips, holding her still. “Patience, baby,” I murmur. “I’m gonna give you what you need, but you take it my way.”

I push in slowly, inch by torturous inch, and fuck, she’s heaven. Hot, tight, gripping me like a vice. Her moan is low and guttural, matching mine as I bottom out, buried to the hilt. For a moment, I hold still, letting her adjust, letting the connection sink in. It’s more than physical. It’s deeper, rawer, like she’s peeling back every layer of me.

“Look at me,” I command, my voice softer now but no less intense. Her eyes meet mine, dark with desire, and I start to move, slow at first, each thrust deliberate. “You feel that?” I say, my voice a low rasp. “That’s me claiming you, Lea. Every fucking inch of you belongs to me.”

She nods, her hands clutching my shoulders, nails digging in. I pick up the pace, driving into her harder, deeper, the bed creaking under us. “Tell me,” I demand, my lips brushing her ear. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“You,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “It’s yours, Nico.”

“Damn right,” I growl, slamming into her, my control fraying. “You’re mine, Lea. My woman, my everything. Tonight, you’ll be fucked so good you’ll never forget it.”

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