Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
I roar as a river of come explodes out of my dick, spattering all over her ass and her lower back. I keep going, pumping faster, owning her, claiming her. Finally, I stop, taking a few stumbling steps back.
“I…” She bites down and crawls onto the bed, almost like she wants to escape me. “I should get cleaned up.”
CHAPTER 19
Ruby
Maybe it’s immature—I guess Luca was wrong when he said I’m the mature one—but after washing up in the bathroom, I sit on the edge of the jacuzzi with my phone in my hand.
I’m sorry I couldn’t go all the way.
From the next room, he chuckles. “Are we really doing this, Ruby?”
Humor me, I text. Sometimes, this is easier than talking.
His voice gets closer. He’s standing right outside the door. “You don’t have to be sorry. I was going crazy. You’re so beautiful, so sexy. It’s like you turn me into an animal, but we’ve got all the time in the world.”
What if I can’t ever do it?
“This is new to you, that’s all.” His voice is husky and intense. “Maybe I’m pushing you too hard.”
It’s not that. I wanted it. It’s just that my annoying body refused to cooperate.
“Seemed like it cooperated fine to me,” he says passionately. “When your ass turned red for me. When your pussy got all creamy and excited. Fuck, I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.”
I want to go all the way, but how can I? I wanted it so badly just then. I can’t imagine wanting it more than that. I pause, the sensations returning to me, the deep burning in my belly, the tickling, teasing of my sex. Somehow, for some reason, I couldn’t. What if you’re too big?
“I’m not, Ruby. You just need time.”
Suddenly, a petty feeling grips me. Maybe it’s guilt mixed with hopelessness. I guess you’d know about that from all your experience?
Luca pushes the door open, which I didn’t lock, and strides across the bathroom in his underwear. He looks at me, still naked, then turns and grabs one of the fluffy robes from a hook on the door.
“Put this on,” he says huskily. “Or I won’t be able to stop myself.”
I put the robe on, a shimmer dancing over me despite the argument I feel brewing. It’s the stress of everything stacking up, the reveal about Dad, the tension with Scarlet, and now this—not being able to give my man what he wants.
“It’s true, though,” I mutter, tying the robe belt. “You’ve been with so many more people than me. It’s like trying to answer an essay question. Let’s say the question is, What’s it going to be like when we have sex? I’ve got zero sources. You’ve got…”
Luca winces. His muscles throb, bulging, his stomach tightening and highlighting the ripped sheet of his abs. “We don’t need to talk about that.”
“You got defensive when we texted about it, too,” I point out. “It’s making me suspicious.”
“I’ve got a feeling you’re trying to pick a fight.”
“That you won’t talk about it makes me even more suspicious.”
He lets out a growl of a sigh. He wasn’t lying when he said I turn him into an animal. “For too many years, I partied and drank. I didn’t take life seriously. That changed after my brother met the woman of his dreams. I had to step up for the Family, but I was numb. I felt nothing… until I saw you.”
Walking over to him, I put my hand against his naked chest, feeling his heart drumming powerfully. “Imagine me with another man. Imagine me naked with him. Imagine me—”
“I can’t,” he cuts in. “It’ll make me crazy.”
“Then you understand why it’d make me crazy imagining you with other women.”
“So how will learning the number help?” he snaps.
“Because… because…”
“Because you’re trying to pick a fight, but you don’t need to feel bad about what just happened.” He brushes my hair out of my eye, leaning down. “I meant what I said. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
“But why won’t you tell me?”
“It’s not as many as people think,” he says.
“What do people think?”
He shrugs, his intense eyes darting all over the place like he’s searching for an escape. “I spent a lot of time at clubs with my men. There were women there. People seem to assume I went to bed with every one of them, but that’s not true. Most of the time, I just got shitfaced and passed out.”
“And the rest of the time?”
“We belong to each other, Ruby,” he says passionately. “You and me… here, now. I don’t care about the past.”
“But I do,” I snap, knowing he’s right, knowing I’m picking a fight. I feel possessed, like I can’t stop. “The more you refuse, the more I want to know.”
I’m not sure that’s entirely true. It’s more like I have to know as if I’m digging deep into some historical issue, gathering all the data possible, so… so what? What’s my endgame here?