Page 81 of Claimed By the Ruthless King

Dragging her into the Crows mess makes this complicated, especially after David said she could fall…

Whatever the fuck that means.

Salvatore snakes his hands around my body, my blood already turning to steam.

He’s petrifying and so unbelievably powerful, and these traits will always turn me on, even when he’s mad at me.

In one swift motion, he removes my shirt, tossing it out into the room. My bra is the next item of clothing to go, then my denim pants and my lace thong.

I stand in his penthouse, completely nude, ready for him to use. But I know this won’t result in a happy ending.

Salvatore inspects my naked form, pinching my hard nipples, trailing his finger down my torso.

The finger disappears inside of my pussy. I gasp, clinging onto the finger, enjoying the pleasurable sensations while they last.

“Here,” says Salvatore, pulling up a chair from the dining table. “Take a seat and tell me what you’ve been doing.”

I dump myself on the chair, the wooden surface cool against my naked ass.

I whimper, desire running through me like an electric current. I clamp my thighs together, turned on by the power imbalance. Salvatore will always be my intimidating boss. While I struggle at the bottom, naked and helpless, he exercises power from above like a God.

We are similar in some ways, but polar opposites in others. And I love that about him.

“Open your legs,” barks Salvatore. “You will be rewarded when you tell me the truth.”

I open them on command, letting him see how wet I am.

“David approached me when I was shopping.”

“To say what?”

I stare into his emerald, green eyes, already feeling myself crumble. “He caught me having a conversation with my friend.”

“About?”

“The Crows. My friend already knows everything. She works at the same hospital Lenny Foster died in.”

Salvatore frowns. “Sapphire?”

“You know her?”

“I thought she was looking at me strangely,” mutters Salvatore, frowning to himself. He shakes the thought off. “How many people have you told, Ophelia?” He pauses. “You said something about your aunt. Is she who you went to visit today?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

Salvatore clicks his teeth. “If she knows something about the Crows, you should have told me about her.”

“And endanger more people?” I counter, shutting my legs.

My arousal disappears. Game over. Now I’m just plain angry.

“Innocent people are dying at your expense,” I tell him. “The Reaper is onto you. The more people I bring onto your radar, the more people get hurt. My Aunt Viv is the only family I have left, Salvatore.” I rise from the chair, grabbing my clothes. “We’re done here.”

Salvatore works his jaw, watching me redress.

“Of course, how can I expect you to understand what it means to have a family? You never even had one.”

“No,” says Salvatore. “But I do have you, and your life is at risk. If you are keeping things from me⁠—”