Ruthless Mr. Ricco, page 17
part #1 of Brutal Billionaire Bosses Series
“I know, Matteo. Thank you. I love you,” she murmurs.
In a courtroom with Chad Prescott’s buddies scurrying away like cockroaches, I kiss her like a man possessed.
It doesn’t matter where we are or what we’re doing, I want her taste on my tongue, her voice in my ear, and her hands on my body.
She’s mine. My lover. My friend.
My vicious little rabbit.
Mine.
Forever.
Epilogue
Brook Simons
My ridiculously extravagant skirt swishes as I complete another circuit of the lavish bridal chambers. Nothing in the room is understated. Everything screams wealth, even the tissue boxes placed strategically throughout the space.
“You’re going to wear a hole in that fancy rug if you don’t sit down,” Audrey says.
The wry amusement in her tone is so her, I smile and relax enough to almost take a full breath. Her irreverent humor brightened my darker days. I’ve realized throughout the years that she uses it as a coping mechanism, but who am I to deny her when she wields it so well?
“What, this old thing?” I scoff and gesture to the ornate rug. “No one will even notice if I do.” I joke.
“More like your loaded husband will just throw money at it and expect it to mend itself,” she sneers.
I stop in my tracks, surprised at the vitriol in her tone.
She blanches and rises from the couch.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. Matteo would never…” Nightmares lurk in her eyes as she walks around the couch to take my hands. “You’re marrying a good man, Brook,” she says.
I search her eyes and find genuine regret mixed with the demons she’s fought so hard to overcome throughout the years. I squeeze her hands, honored by her trust, and nod.
“I am marrying a good man. You’ll find someone you can trust, too,” I insist.
She shakes her head.
“No I won’t. I’ll never trust a man again,” she vows.
I open my mouth to refute her, but the sound from the hall echoes through the suite as someone swings open the doors.
Matteo fills the frame. Joy surges through me.
He’s heart-wrenchingly handsome in a suit. Add in the wicked gleam in his hazel eyes and I might melt on the spot.
It doesn’t matter that he interrupted my bath this morning to explore new carnal delights; I want him again. Right now.
And he wants me. I shiver in anticipation as he pierces my soul with ravenous gold-speckled orbs.
Audrey squeezes my hands before letting go and stepping back.
“That’s my cue. The ceremony starts in thirty minutes. Don’t be late,” she says.
“Hang on, aren’t you supposed to say it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding?” I call out in mock affront.
Matteo steps into the room to let her pass.
“Don’t worry, Brook—I’ll take all the bad luck. I’m used to it anyway. Twenty-nine minutes!”
She shuts the door behind her.
My insides clench as Matteo’s masculine hand reaches out and turns the lock. He turns and roots me to the spot with his intensity.
“I like your friend,” he chuckles.
“Good, because I like her, too. You’re going to have to share me at least a little bit.”
I mean to say the words as a tease, but the breathy quality of my voice ruins the effect.
He growls and stalks toward me.
“I lied. I don’t like her.” He grabs me by the waist and pulls me against him. “I won’t share.” His thick, warm fingers wrap around my nape. “You’re mine, little rabbit,” he snarls against my lips.
I moan as he kisses me with slow, sensual strokes of his tongue. His unhurried attention lights an inferno in my core. I sink my nails into his hair. He lifts his head and nips my lower lip.
“My stylist is going to have an aneurysm,” he murmurs.
“So is mine. Oh well, the damage is done. Might as well make it worth it, yeah?” I challenge.
“Fucking hell, Brook. You’re perfect,” he rumbles.
I hum and tease the flesh along his collar.
“One last fuck as Ms. Simons?”
I don’t know where the audacious words come from. Maybe it’s the comfort and security I find in his arms, but they flow from me with ease.
“Whatever you say, little rabbit.”
“Hey, that’s my line, sir,” I mock pout.
“You started it. Kiss me,” he demands.
I lift a brow and tease my lips over his mouth.
“Beg me,” I whisper.
He growls and lifts me onto the vanity.
“No, little rabbit, this time you’ll beg me,” he says.
I gasp as he flips my garishly long skirt into my lap and skims his hand up my thigh. After teasing along the upper edge of my stocking and the suspender of my garter belt, he sinks his fingers into my bare pussy.
We both groan as he strokes my hot, wet folds. I hiss when he circles my sensitive clit.
He pushes my thighs further apart, drops to his knees, and buries his face between my legs. I squeak and squirm, but he hooks his arms under my legs and wraps thick fingers around my hips, holding my skirt out of the way and keeping me right where he wants me.
I push against his head. He growls.
The vibrations shake me apart. My core contracts. Every muscle in my body seizes.
He curls two fingers inside me and flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit.
I launch into a second orgasm before the first even ends.
He doesn’t relent. I twist my fist in his hair. He lifts his head so his lips brush against my sex as he speaks.
“Beg me, little rabbit,” he commands.
“Please, Matteo,” I sob.
With a parting lick and curl, he rises and extracts his fingers from inside me. I wrap my legs around his hips and help him free his cock when he doesn’t move fast enough.
He snarls when I wrap my fist around his base and tug him toward my entrance.
“Please,” I whisper.
His guttural fuck empowers me. We both groan as he buries himself balls deep with a single thrust. I tighten my legs around him.
He loses control and pounds into me with wild abandon. Delicious agony spears through me. I fly apart.
He dominates my body. Worships my mouth. Completes my soul.
I cling to him as his rhythm falters. He surges impossibly deeper and releases his pleasure inside me. Tears trail down my cheeks, destroying the masterpiece my makeup artist spent over an hour creating, but I don’t give a fuck.
I pepper his face with kisses as he trembles and groans. The same words tumble from my lips over and over.
I love you, Matteo.
He cradles my head in his massive hands and enjoys my adoration as his senses slowly return to earth.
When he finally catches his breath, he nips my lower lip and wraps his fingers around my throat. My heart threatens to burst from joy as he pierces my soul with his unguarded eyes.
“I love you, too, Brook. I’m yours. All yours. Forever,” he vows.
I bite back a sob and tangle my tongue with his. He pulls away before we lose ourselves to pleasure.
I capture the inside of my bottom lip between my teeth as he pulls away. His release seeps from my entrance, but he grabs a tissue and cleans me up before it drips onto my dress.
We’ve never discussed protection or if we want children. So far, we’re in the clear—I had my period last week—but I shouldn’t let this go on.
Except now isn’t the time to address the topic.
He tosses the tissues in the trash bin and adjusts my skirt before cleaning and tucking himself away.
After dabbing the tears from my face and leading me to the makeup station to fix what I can, Matteo runs his fingers through his hair and straightens his tie.
It’s annoying how quickly he composes himself, but I adore his ruthless professionalism, so I embrace him and rise onto tiptoes to kiss his chin. He pecks my forehead and gives me a squeeze before offering me his arm.
I stumble when I step halfway on, halfway off the rug, but Matteo catches me and leads me out into the hall.
“These heels are going to be the death of me,” I mumble under my breath.
He chuckles and kisses my temple as we approach the wedding party waiting to enter the chapel. My mom praises my dress even though she’s been with me in the bridal chamber for most of the day, and she takes me from Matteo without batting an eye.
When my husband-to-be leans in and whispers something to my mom’s husband, suspicion skitters down my spine.
They pat each other on the back before Matteo strides to his place near the front of the procession.
Nervous jitters take over me. The thought of everyone’s eyes on me as I walk down the aisle fills me with dread.
My mom links her arm into mine and pats my shoulder. Gary does the same on my other side.
Gratitude sweeps through me. I clear my throat and blink to clear the tears from my eyes.
“Don’t you dare start crying or I’ll never be able to stop,” Mama warns.
Gary pulls a packet of travel tissues from his pocket and shakes it for us to see.
“Don’t worry, my love, I’m prepared. There’s plenty, so don’t hold back. You’ve both worked hard to get here, so—”
Mama reaches across me and swats his chest.
“Stop. The music is starting,”
He laughs, catches her wrist, and kisses her knuckles.
Their banter fills me with bittersweet joy.
Matteo convinced me to tell them about my cancer scare. Mama took it hard, and so did Gary, in his own way, but they forgave me much quicker than I expected. If only they would forgive themselves, too. Maybe today will help them.
The organ vibrates through the walls. I wring my hands around the stem of my bouquet and pull my parents tighter against my sides.
I don’t care if Gary isn’t a blood relative. He’s my father. The asshole rotting in jail can burn in hell. He’s not worth another ounce of my attention.
Chad Prescott will never see the outside of a prison again. Matteo and I made sure of it.
I banish him from my thoughts and focus on the intricate inlays of the double doors.
They open to display the grandeur within. Massive chandeliers sparkle above the congregation. Hundreds of people are packed like sardines in the pews. They stand and turn to stare at me.
Matteo stands at the altar.
His custom-made suit frames his body to perfection. All my nervousness fades as I meet his ruthless hazel eyes.
With his lips swollen from my kisses and his hair mussed from my hands, he’s already mine.
Time to make it official.
I don’t wait for my cue. My mom squeaks in protest as I tug her forward, but Gary matches my stride with ease.
Audrey’s pale complexion and wide, haunted stare catch my attention. I follow her gaze to a man in the second row on the groom’s side. His glare never leaves hers. Alarm races through me.
She said she’d take my bad luck, but I won’t let her if it puts that terrified look in her eyes.
I hurry forward, ready to protect her despite the audience, but my heel catches on a rose petal and I slip. My bouquet launches out of my hands as I focus on not bringing my parents to the floor with me.
Gary catches me and steadies all three of us. I breathe a sigh of relief and check on my mom before turning back toward the front.
Audrey stands staring down at the two bunches of flowers in her hands—her maid of honor bouquet and my bridal bouquet—in stunned disbelief.
Matteo gives Gary a nod of appreciation before swinging concerned eyes my way.
The world fades away. Nothing matters except him.
Matteo Ricco. My first crush. My brutal billionaire boss. My generous lover.
Mine. All mine.
Forever.
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Dangerous Mr. Diamond (Preview)
Audrey Tripp
A fist closes around my upper arm and yanks me into a side hall. My attacker slams me against the wall so hard all the air whooshes out of my lungs and the fancy wainscoting bruises my back. Horrible memories flash through my mind, and for a millisecond, I can’t move.
It’s a millisecond too long.
As years’ worth of self-defense classes click into place, I open my mouth to scream, but a massive hand covers it.
Panic floods my system with adrenaline, and I grab the man’s wrist with both hands as I jerk my knee upward.
The low, masculine curse as I hit his thigh lifts the hairs on my nape.
I nearly slide to the floor as he releases me and steps out of reach, but I catch myself on the wall and straighten my legs.
“Long time no see, little stepsis.”
Time splinters.
No. This cannot be happening.
I look up—and up—past shiny dress shoes, up long legs, over broad shoulders, and into sky-blue eyes too clear to belong on such a monster. My heart quivers with want, but he broke those promises long ago.
Brennan Diamond.
My ex-stepbrother. The demon who stirred the pot before slipping away into the night and abandoning my mother and me to his cruel father.
I haven’t seen him in thirteen years.
It’s not long enough.
I curl my hands into fists to hide my trembling and inch toward the main hall.
“What, no flirty smiles or suggestive eyelash batting like you just did to the men out there? I’m hurt, Audrey,” he growls.
“You’re not a man; you’re a monster. Get away from me,” I demand.
He crosses his arms over his chest and studies me from head to toe. My stomach bottoms out at the hunger in his gaze.
“No, baby doll, I don’t think I will. I’ve been looking for you for thirteen years. Now that I’ve found you, I’m going to stay very, very close,” he vows.
My vision narrows. I can’t breathe.
I need to get away from him.
Far, far away.
Now.
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Corrupt Vows (Preview)
Nico Russo
“Am I that gross?” I ask.
She stiffens as confusion creases her brow.
“What?”
I flick a glance down her body before staring into her gorgeous brown orbs.
“You keep wiping your hands like I’m dirty. Are you afraid you’ll catch something if you get too close?”
I try to keep the aggravation out of my tone, but it leaks through in the lower registers and emerges as an angry rumble.
“No, that’s not—”
I crowd her against the wall. The fear in her eyes feeds the beast in my soul.
“You should be. I am dirty. Dirtier than a piccola principessa like you could ever handle, so don’t touch me unless you’re ready to get filthy. Capisci, little girl?”
Her audible swallow pulls my gaze to her throat. My heart pounds against my sternum and heat pulses at the base of my spine as I study the frantic beat of her pulse along the delicate column of her throat.
She doesn’t balk at my condescending tone or bristle at my insulting choice of words. Instead, she squares her shoulders and meets my stare.
“I understand, so go wait in the foyer.”
The strength in her voice astounds me. With a few simple words, she wrecks every preconceived notion I have of her.
She’s no longer the shy little girl running around in pigtails, nor is she a fragile trophy to break and consume.
She’s an obsession.
One I can never have.
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