Page 158 of Ruin Me With Lies
“You haven’t been paying close enough attention if you think Iwantto be right about you.”He shifts in his chair, pushes the tray to the far end of the table, then taps two fingers against the newly cleared space.A command.
Desire flares low in my belly as I climb to my feet and move into the gap between him and the table, then hoist myself up and spread my legs for him.
Lower lip pinned between his teeth, gaze like black smoke, he drinks me in, lingering on my wet pussy.When he lifts his hands to caress my inner thighs, an involuntary shiver runs through me.
Will my body evernotembarrass me?It’s more starved for his touch than it was for food.
“Why do you let me touch you?”he asks, squeezing my thighs.
“Why do you touch me?”I counter.
“Because every inch of you feels like mine,” he replies without hesitation.“I can’t help myself.”He glides his hands up to the apex of my thighs, and brushes his knuckles over my slick folds, eliciting another tremor from me.
“D-D-Ditto,” I stammer.
“You’re always so wet for me...”
He pets my pussy, teasing, flicking, massaging my clit, pinching and playing with it.Driving me out of my goddamn mind as I whine and undulate.
“I want you inside me, Stefano.P-please.”
“Patience.”He scissors my clit between two fingers, dragging me to the edge.“She’s such a pretty toy…”
Again and again, he brings me to the brink, then pulls back.Of course.He likes to torture me.
“Ohhgod, I can’t...I can’t…”
He presses his thumb to my opening, then slowly eases it in.
“Yourcock,” I beg.“I want your cock inside me, Stefano.Let me feel you.”
“I had a dream, you know,” he murmurs, one hand petting my clit while the other fucks me with his thumb.“A dream that ends with you being my ruin.”
“Then why haven’t you—holy shit, that feels so good...ohhh, yeah, don’t stop…” Legs trembling, I rock into his hand.“Why haven’t y-you killed me yet?”
He withdraws his thumb, sliding it lower to my pleated hole.Applies pressure, but doesn’t enter.All while working my clit.
“Because I’ve lost my fucking head, clearly,” he admits.“Or maybe I’m just curious to see how you do it.How you take me down.”
“You…ohhmhhmm… You might w-want to consider that your dreams aren’t as accurate as you think—Mhmm.”
With a low grunt, he plunges two fingers inside me.“My dreams never lie.”
On the heel of that promise, he starts finger-fucking me with purpose, pumping in and out of my slippery pussy while pinching and tormenting my clit over and over, relentless.
I’m trembling, squirming, hips rocking, the table rattling beneath me…and then…I’m gone.A cry swells in my throat, but I bite my lip, squelching the sounds that want to rip out of me as the orgasm hits.Splits me open.Overwhelms me and dunks me under.Drowns me.
Lost in the clouds of nirvana, I’m only vaguely aware of a buzzing sound, followed by Stefano’s voice…
“Yeah?...Ah, okay… Be there in a few.”
No, no, no.The orgasmic high shatters.I tumble down from the clouds and blink him into focus.
His eyes are already on mine.“I have to go.”
“Not yet, please.”I spread my legs wider.“Ineedyou…now.Please.”
Eyes sharp and penetrative, he studies me for several beats.Then pulls out his pocket square and wipes his fingers.“What’s the rush?Is this your last chance or something?”
