Page 114 of Ruthless Redemption

He devours the sight of my sheer white underwear. The material hides nothing. My peaked nipples are on display. I bet there’s a damp patch between my legs, too. A blatant show of how hot he makes me.

“You’re so fucking exquisite, Layla.” He stands, peering down at me as he shucks his jacket, then starts on the buttons of his shirt.

I fight to free my bound wrists, needing to touch. To taste.

“If that tie comes loose, I’ll make sure your next bindings don’t. And it won’t just be your hands,la mia stella polare. I’ll have your ankles strapped to the corners of the bed with your pretty little ass stuck in the air.” He throws his shirt to the floor. “Now be patient.”

I groan, eager to get my fingers on all the sculpted muscles displayed before me.

He’s suave. Flawless. And I don’t even get to touch.

He lowers back to his knees, spreading my thighs with forceful hands. “I’ve been denied this for too damn long.”

“You were denied because you were undeserving.” We both were. We made so many mistakes.

He pauses. “And now,mia dea? Have I earned your taste on my tongue or would you prefer to be fucked hard and fast so you can pretend this is still lust and nothing deeper?”

That’s why he wants to go slow?

I know it’s deeper. I feel it in my bones. I always have.

He leans in, placing a kiss on my inner thigh. “Let me worship you.” He moves to my other leg, placing another kiss, then another. He creeps higher and higher with the affection, inching closer to the part of me that burns. “Let this be the beginning of my penance.”

I divert my gaze to the ceiling, my bound wrists itching to break free as they rest on my stomach while his lips ascend. “I know this is more than lust. I’m just…”

“Scared.” His mouth hovers near my pussy. “Don’t worry. I am, too. I’m fearful of your hold on me.” He places another kiss near the elastic around my left leg. “Of how you control me.” Then my right. “How you can destroy me.”

“I don’t want to destroy you.”

“I never wanted to destroy you either,mia dea.”

He grazes his teeth across the inside of my thigh. So damn close to my pussy.

“God, you smell good.” He places his mouth over the crotch of my panties and sucks on the material. “You’re so fucking wet.”

He slips his fingers beneath the waistband, slowly dragging, torturously sliding them lower and lower until they flutter past my ankles to the floor.

Those palms grip my knees, spreading me wider, leaving me entirely on display. I tingle under his gaze. Burn.

He repeats the trail of kisses up my thighs, killing me with his listless affection.

Each press of lips makes it harder to breathe. Each inch he creeps toward my heat results in an excruciating struggle to think straight.

“Matthew,” I plead, raising my hips off the bed.

He uses the leverage to slide his hands under my ass, digging his fingers into my flesh. I clench as he creeps closer, manipulating my legs wider, until he’s poised at my entrance.

He kisses each side of my slit. Then my mound.

It’s torture. Pure and decadent. “God,please. I need you.”

“I’m the opposite of God,la mia stella polare.You know this.” That mouth clamps over my pussy, his tongue delving deep. He licks me from top to bottom, thoroughly tasting. “If it were legal, I’d tie you to my bed and never let you leave.”

“Since when have you obeyed the law?”

He snickers. Licks. Laps.

His stubbled jaw grazes the inside of my thighs, providing the most delicious friction.

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