Page 14 of Ruthless Mr. Ricco
“Tomorrow, then,” she says.
She heads down the hall.The door swings shut and the latch clicks.I stand in silence as I replay and dissect our conversation.
Frustration jangles along my nerves.She answered precisely zero of my questions.If anything, she added dozens more unanswerable inquiries.
I should’ve called her a minx instead of a rabbit.
My heart and soul immediately reject the idea.She’s not openly coy and flirtatious like a minx.Little rabbit fits her better.
When the air conditioning circulates to a higher setting, the subtle change enough to disrupt my thoughts, I sigh and button my shirt before tying my tie and sending a quick text.I step into the hall without a backward glance and take the elevator to the main floor.
My driver opens my car door as I cross the lobby.I thank him and slip into the backseat.He shuts the door.
I lean my head back and close my eyes, intending to take a quick nap on the drive home, but thoughts of Brook Prescott—no, Brook Simons—plague my mind.My balls ache and cock throbs.I grit my teeth in frustration.
My body hasn’t been so unruly since I was a young teenager.
By the time the driver pulls into the parking garage, my jaw hurts from clenching my teeth.I thank the driver before taking my private elevator to the penthouse.
After walking through the door, I pause in the entryway.Silence greets me as usual, but I study the space with fresh eyes.
The modern furnishings and efficient layout fit my busy lifestyle—hell, I spend more time at the office than here—but after having a squirmy little rabbit in my lap for most of the night, the space feels cold and unwelcoming.
I’ll have Brook Simons gasping on my couch, bent over my kitchen counter, and soaking my sheets soon.
Fire burns me from the inside out.I stalk to the master, strip, and step into the glass shower.As the water stings my flesh, I brace my palm on the cold marble wall and stroke my hard cock.
Despite thoughts of Brook driving me to new heights, I hold off my release and turn to lean my back against the icy wall.My thighs bunch and molten lava bubbles in my balls as I twist my wrist at the end of each stroke.
I skim my hand up my chest and brush my fingertips over the marks she left on my throat.
Pleasure rips through me.I come in long, breathtaking spurts.
As I watch my spunk circle the drain, my thoughts clear and wicked delight tugs at my lips.
It doesn’t matter what her motives are for getting involved with me.I’ll string Brook along until she’s desperate and begging me to fulfill her every fantasy, and after I thoroughly slake my lust and rid myself of this ridiculous obsession, I’ll kick her to the curb without a backward glance.
I’ll have my revenge.She’ll regret betraying me.
Brook Simons is mine to destroy.
Only mine.
Chapter 5
Brook Simons
I toss the empty cupinto the trash can as I pass and start on my second coffee before the first even lands in the bag.With a glance at my watch, I start across the crosswalk the moment the light changes.
I grit my teeth at the laid-back atmosphere.Despite the cars idling at the light and the people casually strolling across the road, no cabbies honk and no pedestrians yell obscenities in response.The violent dog-eat-dog rush of morning traffic won’t hit until tomorrow morning when the official work week begins.
Lucky for me as I head to an unknown office to work for my new bosshole, who used to be my academic rival and first crush,on a freaking Sundayjust over twenty-four hours after I molested him in a drunken daze.
I don’t know why my mind latches onto the day of the week as though working on the weekend is taboo.I haven’t had a day off work since my mother’s surgery, and even then, I poured over case notes and studied course work as she recovered.
It’s all becausehegoaded and mocked me.Even as a teen, Matteo Ricco knew how to get under my skin and rile me up—which usually led to us both giving our top performances—but the heat in his teasing reaches parts of me I never knew existed.
None of it matters.Matteo Ricco can only be my boss from now on.He can be as crude or sexy as he wants; nothing will break through my professional persona.
