Page 103 of Ruthless Savior
After so long of feeling unwanted in my marriage, after pretending for nearly two years that I was fine with a cold bed and a cold wife, after denying myself the pleasure I wanted so badly with Leila from the moment I met her, the feeling of being wanted is intoxicating. The look of pleasure on her face, the frantic movements of her hips, the arch of her back, and the way her full lips fall open as she moans for me with every thrust of my cock—it feels like it could kill me, like I’d rather die than stop.
I forgot what this was like. How good it could feel. And Leila is better than anything I’ve ever experienced before.
I never want this to end.
But it will, much sooner than I’d like it to. With every thrust, I fight to keep myself from coming before I’m ready, but shefeels too good. I feel her clench around me again as I slide out to the tip and slam myself back into her, and her cry of pleasure as I fuck her harder sends me too close to the edge. I can feel my balls tightening, heat coiling at the base of my spine, and I lean forward, dragging a hand through her sleep-mussed hair as I press my mouth to hers. My thumb is still working her clit, and I move my hand faster, in time with my thrusts, as I tangle my tongue with hers.
“Come on my cock, Leila,” I murmur against her lips. “I want to feel you squeeze the cum out of me. I want you to make me fucking come for you.”
She lets out a ragged moan, her hips colliding with mine as she arches and writhes beneath me, and I feel the moment that she tips over the edge. I feel her squeeze me, her pussy clenching rhythmically, and her breasts press against my chest as she moans helplessly, her orgasm pushing me over the edge with her.
I press her back into the bed, my mouth crushed against hers as my cock hardens and throbs, spurting into her as I keep thrusting, keep fucking her through every pulse of my orgasm. It feels so fucking good, and I swear every time I come with her is better than the one before.
I don’t want to stop. I want to keep going, to keep fucking her until I’m hard again. I rock my hips against hers, my mouth still brushing against her lips as I fight to keep from going soft.
“Tell me to fuck you again,” I groan against her mouth. “Do you want that,milséan? Do you want me to keep fucking you until I don’t have another drop of cum to give you?”
She moans, a soft, needy sound that instantly makes me start to stiffen inside of her again. “Yes,” she breathes. “What’s gotten into you? What?—”
Another sound of pleasure falls from her lips as I shift my hips, pushing my cock deeper into her. I’m not surprised ather confusion—four days ago, I stopped us before doing exactly this. But I’m already inside of her, and the moment we stop, the moment we come back to reality, I’m going to have to face all of the decisions we need to make and the consequences of forgetting to have a fucking condom on our wedding night.
As long as I’m inside of her, I can keep feeling like this. Wanted. Desired.Enoughfor this woman, who has every reason to despise me and doesn’t. Who is moving beneath me as if all she wants in this world is for me to keep sinking my cock into her until we both come again.
I can’t stop. And I don’t. I kiss her again and again, hands sliding over her body as I grow hard enough to start thrusting again, and then I fuck her more slowly this time, drawing it out until I wring another shuddering orgasm from her, and then I let go for the second time, filling her with my cum as I groan her name.
I roll to one side, chest heaving, and I see Leila next to me struggling to catch her breath. She looks beautiful like this, naked from the hips down, one strap of her tank top sliding down her shoulder, her hair tangled around her face, and her milk-pale skin flushed from her forehead to her thighs.
We lay there in the silence for a long moment, and then she rolled toward me, her eyes fixed on my face.
"What are you thinking?" she asks quietly.
“Everything.” I look up at the ceiling, wondering what I should tell her and what to keep to myself. I’m thinking that I already want to fuck her again, that if I keep her in this bed all day, we can pretend that we don’t know what’s coming for us, all of the decisions that need to be made. I’m thinking that my father will kill me—possibly literally—if he finds out about this. That Rocco will come after Leila with everything he has if he thinks he could take her and our child away from me in one fell swoop.
I’m thinking about all the mistakes I made with Siobhan, and how I make sure that Leila gets out of this safely, with or without me.
"Tell me one thing," Leila says. Her voice is quiet and patient, and it makes me want to pull her into my arms again. But I resist the urge. I can’t get attached to her, not any more than I already am. All that will cause is heartbreak, and I’ve already let the intimacy between us grow too quickly in the last several days.
"I'm trying to figure out what comes next."
She's quiet for a long moment. "What do you want to come next?"
The question cuts straight to the heart of everything I'm avoiding. What I want is simple, I realize in a sudden rush of clarity—I want her to stay with me. I want to raise this child together, want to build something real out of the arrangement that brought us together. But wanting something and being able to have it safely are two different things entirely.
"I want you to be safe," I say finally. "Both of you. If you want the baby."
Her lips press together. "That's not what I asked."
"It's the only answer that matters." I look away from her, forcing myself to shut the conversation down. “I don’t care about mafia politics, Leila. You’re carrying my heir, but that doesn’t matter to me. Not as much as you and your safety do. If you want this baby, I won’t put demands on you. If you don’t, I won’t force you to have it. And my promises to you as to what happens when we divorce stay the same.”
“But we’re still divorcing.” Her voice is low and quiet, and I search for disappointment in it, or relief. But she’s keeping her feelings carefully guarded, as much so as I am.
“This was an accident. Nothing has changed.”
Leila sits up abruptly. “You can’t actually think that’s true.”
“What I know is true is that you’re in more danger than ever. That being with me willalwaysbring danger, for you and any child we have. You didn’t sign up for that life permanently. You signed up for it just long enough for me to get you out of what’s happening now. And I won’t ask for more, Leila.”
She looks at me as if she wants to say something, but she just shakes her head, pushing the covers back as she pulls her tank top off and pads naked to the bathroom. A few minutes later, I hear the shower turn on, and I have to fight the urge to go and join her.
