Page 30 of Ruthless Mr. Ricco
I shiver as his breath ghosts across my flesh.When the meaning of his words seeps in through my arousal, anger magnifies the heat in my blood.
“Wow, insecure much?Get off me,” I manage through clenched teeth.
He shifts his hands closer together on the table and presses his front against my back.
“You’re mine, Brook.I do not share.”
“I amnotyours, and you’re delusional.I haven’t flirted with anyone today,” I say.
“Really?You seemed pretty close to Mr.Brunswick this morning,” he growls.
“You’re acting like a caveman,” I accuse.
He chuckles and rubs his lips against my temple as he speaks.
“I will happily walk around shirtless and beat every man you talk to with a big stick if that’s the only way to make you understand.”
Pleasure arrows down my spine as he slips a hand between my hip and the table.His fingertips tease a few centimeters away from the juncture of my thighs, and even through the layers of fabric, my clit throbs for his touch.
The pain in my arm prevents me from sinking all the way under his spell.
“You’re crazy,” I rasp.
“For you, yes.I am,” he growls.
His chest vibrates against my back.My insides clench and arousal dampens my panties.
“No.We hate each other.It’ll never work.”
He rolls his hips, grinding his massive cock against my ass, and flicks his tongue over the shell of my ear.
“Thiswill always work between us.Hate adds spice,” he murmurs.
He cups the underside of my breast.My nipples peak even as pain lances up my arm.I shake my head despite the hunger racing through me.
“No.I’m here to work, not have sex.Especially not with you,” I declare in a throaty voice.
“Don’t lie, little rabbit.You want me.”
“I don’t.”
“Your body says you want this just as much as mine does.”
“It doesn’t.”
“Oh really?”He presses himself harder against my back and dips his head to whisper against my cheek.“So why is your face flushed?”He bends and skims his lips to the side of my throat.“Why is your heart racing?”I struggle to breathe as he flexes his fingers into my ribs and sex, overwhelming and teasing me with too many sensations.“Why are you pressing this perfect ass against my hard cock?”
I bite back a whimper and shake my head.
“I bet you’re soaked.Be a good little rabbit and let me check, yeah?”
He slides his hand up to my stomach before slipping his fingers into my pants.
High heels click against the polished floor.
I shove away from the table and twist out of his arms.Agony streaks through my shoulder and my clit throbs in demand, but I add more distance between us before turning to meet his eyes.
His heavy-lidded gaze liquifies my insides.
