Page 51 of Ruthless Mr. Ricco
I cry harder as I realize he will soon.Whether it happens when he realizes I gave him all my firsts or when I choose revenge over him, his gentleness is sure to disappear soon.
It hurts so much.More than my father’s betrayal.I feel more helpless than when I watched my mother battle cancer.
I love Matteo Ricco.
Love him.
But I can’t keep him.
I brace myself for the inevitable and push his hands away.
“I’m okay.Let me up,” I say.
He hums, strokes my hair back, and brushes his lips back and forth over mine before coaxing my mouth open.A single errant tear slips from the corner of my eye and joins the wetness in my hair.Matteo wipes it away with his finger before lifting his head.
His heavy-lidded eyes and kiss-swollen lips send tendrils of pleasure down my spine.He groans.His cock jerks inside me.
“Stop,” I say before I launch into theatrics again.My voice emerges harsher than I mean for it to sound.“Get off me.”
He lifts his torso and grabs my hips as he stands.I writhe as a volley of mini-shocks roll through me from the shifting of his shaft inside me.
“Did I hurt you?”
The horror in his voice pulls my attention to his face.I follow his gaze to our joined bodies where a faint smear of blood rings our sexes.
“No.It was my first time,” I admit.
“Your first… goddamnit, Brook, I thought…” Panic and concern shine from his eyes as he studies the mess between my legs.“I didn’t realize you were a virgin.I thought you just hadn’t had an orgasm with someone before, not that you haven’t had sex.”
He lifts his gaze to my face.I can’t read his expression through the terror in my veins.
My heart skips a beat when he cups the side of my face.
“I wouldn’t have been so rough if I had known,” he murmurs.
I shake my head.
“It was perfect,” I shudder.
He groans and invades my mouth with hungry strokes of his tongue.My nipples pebble and goosebumps rise on my flesh.His cock hardens inside me.I nip his tongue, turn my head to the side, and push his chest.
“Stop, Matteo.We already—”
“I’m nowhere near done with you yet, little rabbit,” he growls against my jugular.
I gasp as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth.The marble counter digs into my back as he tilts his hips back and forth in the tiniest of thrusts.
He wraps his arms around me and lifts me off the kitchen counter.With his cock still lodged inside me, he carries me through his apartment to his bedroom, all the while kissing and licking my ear and throat.I fight for breath as he lowers me onto his plush comforter.
“I’ll be gentle this time,” he vows.
I tighten my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper inside me.
“Not too gentle,” I murmur.
He growls and explores every inch of me.I marvel at his strength and sink into a world of sensations as he wakes parts of me I never knew existed.
After countless orgasms, I lie sweaty and depleted in his arms as his cock softens inside me.His seed creates a sticky mess between my thighs, but he holds me close and murmurs praise in my ear.Peace flows through my soul as I tighten my arms around him.
