RUTHLESS KING

32 ONLY ONCE

Stella
Luca wraps the plush towel around my shoulders, gently massaging my
skin dry. A wicked grin curls the corner of his lip as he slips the soft fabric
between my legs and pats my inner thighs. I’m so wet down there, he has
no idea how futile his attempts are. After a thirty-minute soak in the tub
with his cock pressed against my ass, muscled arms around me, I’m pulsing
with need. After what Dante attempted, I didn’t think it was possible. Less
than half an hour in Luca’s strong arms, and he’s managed to erase all
thoughts of the despicable act.
Straightening, Luca stands before me completely naked except for the
towel draped around his neck, his impressive cock between us. My hand
reaches for him, and I wrap my fingers around his silky hardness. He lets
out a groan.
“Princess…,” he growls. “What are you doing?”
“What I’ve wanted to do since the day you brought me to this damned
penthouse.” I take him in my palm and begin to stroke, up and down, up
and down. He pumps against my palm and another moan parts his lips. “After what you’ve been through today, I should be the one taking care
of you,” he rasps out.
The towel slips off my shoulders, and I’m bared before him. I fix my
eyes to his as I continue to stroke, moisture dribbling from his tip making
my hand smoothly glide over his hard length. “I want this,” I whisper. “I
want you to erase the feeling of Dante’s hands on me. Please, Luca.”
His mouth twists, and the anguish written across his face rips at my very
soul. I don’t want him to feel guilty for this. It wasn’t his fault. “Are you
sure?” he murmurs. A storm of emotions spirals through those midnight
orbs.
I nod and tighten my fingers around his cock. With my other hand, I cup
his balls, and he lets out a satisfying hiss. “Dio, Stella, I’m going to come in
your hand in a second if you keep that up.”
“Good.” For some reason, seeing this powerful man crumble at my
mercy sends a thrill up my spine. The ruthless king Luca Valentino reduced
to a squirming mess at my hands. It’s a high like no other. After feeling
weak my entire life, this makes me feel strong, untouchable, invincible.
“Not yet, princess.” He sweeps his arm beneath my legs and tugs me
into his chest so I’m forced to release him. With a few long strides, he
marches us into his bedroom. He drops me onto the mattress and his scent
consumes me, the musky, spicy fragrance driving me wild. It’s all over me,
emanating from his silky sheets, from his skin as he hovers over me.
He crawls on top of me, and my gaze roams across that perfectly carved
chest, those intricate swirling tattoos barely hidden by the towel still slung
across his shoulders. My fingers roam beneath the soft terry cloth, and I
pause at tiny digits buried within the black ink. Luca’s hand claps over the
spot, and his mouth captures mine. That wicked tongue tangles with my
own, and all thoughts vanish as my lids drift closed.
“Dio, I missed those fucking lips,” he murmurs before crushing his
mouth to mine once more. I moan against his lips as he deepens the kiss, his strong fingers fisting
my hair while his free hand roams across my body. He finds my breast and
palms the sensitive flesh until my nipple is so hard it could cut glass. His
cock is heavy against my belly, and I sneak my hand between our bodies to
touch him again. I can’t get enough. “Luca,” I groan. I want him inside me.
But would this be it? If we have sex, will it be over?
A part of me knows that one time will never be enough. Already, I’m
hopelessly addicted to Luca Valentino. And still, nearly two weeks of
captivity remain. If I give into this, he’ll ruin me for anyone else.
He crawls down my body, his tongue dragging down my torso so I’m
forced to release him. Again. He’s doing it on purpose. Teasing me.
“Mmm, princess, I’ve been dreaming about your sweetness. Just dying
to worship at the altar between your thighs.” He slides his nose through my
dark curls and breathes me in. His eyes dart to mine, and a mischievous
glint darkens his expression. “Just like I remembered it—”
“Sunshine and rainbows,” we murmur together.
“Why do you always say that?” I rasp out.
“Because that’s what you are to me, my brilliant light, the riot of colors
that illuminates the endless night.”
I’m so touched by his beautiful words I’m speechless. I open my mouth
to say something, anything, but with his gaze still fixed to mine, his tongue
slides between his lips and then disappears within my wet folds. I can’t
string together a single thought let alone a question. My back arches into
him as fiery heat consumes me.
“I’ve never tasted anyone sweeter.” The vibrations of his voice
reverberate across my clit, and my blood thrums with need.
He sucks on the sensitive bud, and my hips buck against his mouth.
Fuck me. Dio, I want him to fuck me so bad. I’ve never wanted, no, needed
anyone like I need Luca. My fingers tangle in his thick hair; I’m so
desperate to touch him. He dips one long finger inside me, and the friction nearly sends me
plummeting over the edge. In and out, in and out. He works me until I’m a
writhing mess. Luca glances up at me from between my legs, his mouth
covered in my arousal as his finger fucks me to oblivion. “I want to watch
you come, princess.”
I suck in a ragged breath. I’m so close.
He slides a second finger inside me, and I’m so soaked I can hear it with
each thrust.
“Mmm, princess. Has anyone made you this wet before?”
“No,” I pant.
“Good. Only for me, baby.”
I rock against his palm, desperate for the delicious friction as his fingers
curl inside me, finding the spot. Blazing heat scorches through every vein.
“Are you ready to come for me?”
I let out a whimper.
He dips his head between my legs once more, his eyes still locked on
mine and with one perfect flick of his tongue, I fall.
“Oh, Luca,” I shout as pleasure roars through me.
“That’s right, princess.” He pops up, his rough tone only intensifying
the high. “You come only for me, got it?”
I nod as he crawls over me. His cock brushes the sensitive flesh at my
entrance as he hovers over me, and another moan escapes. “I want to come
again,” I say on an exhale. “On your cock,” I add before I lose my nerve.
He shakes his head. “Princess, you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Yes, I do.” Dio, was I going to do this? Was I going to beg this man to
screw me knowing it’ll only be once? Fully aware he’ll leave me broken
and ruined in the best and worst possible way?
Something unreadable flashes across his tense jaw. “You understand it
will only be the one time?”
No. “Yes.” Again, that look. An internal battle is being fought beneath the dark
surface. Luca’s pupils are blown out and with that wild look in his eye, I’m
not certain if he’s going to fuck me or murder me, if he’s happy that I’m
giving into his rules or furious. A chill slides down my spine.
“Please,” I mumble. My hands settle on his chest, and my finger runs
along a dark spiral of ink.
“Turn around and get on the floor.” The jagged edge has goose bumps
cascading across my arms.
He leaps off the bed and digs through his bedside table. Finding a
condom, he rips the silver pouch open and slides it down his hard length.
Dio, he’s huge. My lower half cramps in anticipation.
I slide onto the floor and flip onto my belly, and my heart hammers
against my ribs. Luca’s hands reach around my waist and tug my bottom
half up until my ass is up in the air. His fingers dance along the seam of my
thigh before finding my pussy again.
“Still drenched for me,” he groans as he slides his fingers through my
folds.
I focus on his touch, on the second wave of desire already pulsating
across my center. But my mind whirls back in time to Caroline, to that day
in the women’s bathroom.
The rules.
Only once. Only from behind.
My ribs tighten across my lungs, and I drag in a ragged breath. You can
do this, Stella. It’s just sex. It’ll be meaningless, mind-blowing fun. One day
of pleasure you deserve after all the shit.
His cock presses against my ass as his thumb circles my clit. His arms
come around me, his entire body blanketing mine. Heat radiates from his
powerful form as his head nudges at my entrance. He’s so big and so hard a
trickle of fear races up my spine. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, too
long. Dammit, if he doesn’t do it now, I’m going to chicken out. I wiggle my
hips and press my ass against him, urging him in.
His broad chest envelops my back and his warm breath skates over the
shell of my ear as he leans closer. “Are you sure, Stellina?” For an instant,
the hard mob boss, the ruthless C.E.O. is gone. The softness in his tone has
tears pricking my eyes. I’m filled with the most overwhelming desire to
turn around, to look at him. I need to decipher what’s going on in that mind.
Cazzo, I’m terrified. I know the moment he thrusts into me we can
never go back. But Dio, I’ve never wanted anything more.
“Yes.”