Page 46 of Read This Before the Villain falls in Love with You

"Good boy," she crushes her lips against mine, bruising and greedy, biting down on my lower lip until I taste copper. When she pulls back, her breath comes in ragged hitches. "Hands on the back of this couch, Luca. You do not touch me until I tell you to."

I dig my palms flat against the cold wood trim of the sofa. Nora's fingers find the silver buckle of my belt, snapping the metal prong free with a dull clink before yanking the leather through each loop in one sharp drag. It hits the floor with a heavy thud. Her thumbs pop the button on my slacks, shoving the zipper down, and her fingers slip straight past the cotton. Her palm closes around the hard ridge of my cock, bare skin searing against skin, her thumb pressing right against the throbbing head until my teeth grind together.

She strokes once from base to tip. "Look at that. Someone is eager."

"Still responsive despite your tough exterior," she whispers, her fingernails skimming my hip.

"You are holding my cock, little bird," I groan, my cock hardening more in her hand. "It has to respond to you."

"That is an acceptable risk." She lifts her hips just enough to shove her lace panties to the side, then drops down slowly, taking every inch of me in one smooth glide. The breath leaves my lungs in a harsh curse. Nora freezes with me buried deep inside her, resting her forehead against mine, her gaze pinned to my eyes.

"Don't close your eyes, Luca," she commands in a ragged whisper.

"I'm looking," I exhale, trembling under the sudden heat of pussy.

"Do you feel that?" she breathes against my cheek. "This belongs to me. Not to some mafia princess. Not to Sara Bellini. Mine."

"I know," I groan, my head falling back against the wall as she begins to move.

Her fingers catch my chin. "Look at me, I said."

She rolls her hips down against me, slow and deliberate, drawing out every inch of friction until the breath snags in my chest. Her nails bite straight into the meat of my shoulders, pinning me back against the leather cushions before I can lift a hand to take her hips.

"You think you're in control of this city," she pants, rolling against me.

"Not right now," I rasp out honestly.

"She thought she could rattle me out there," Nora murmurs against my mouth, her lips brushing mine with every roll of her hips. "She thought touching your arm would make me lose my head. She picked the wrong fight. I don't break down when people push me. I push back twice as hard."

"You talk too much when you're angry." I strain through clenched teeth, my hips twitching upward despite my promise.

A flat palm presses firmly against my collarbone. "Don't move."

She whispers against my ear, squeezing tight around me and pulling a ragged groan from my throat. "I am running this room. You want this. Stop pretending you don't. Your heart is pounding against your ribs like crazy."

I dig my heels into the carpet to resist thrusting. "I like you better when you admit what you want."

Her pace quickens. "Then pay attention."

She rocks down hard against me while the leather groans beneath us. "You don't get to finish until I say so. You stay right here, completely still, while I take what I want. If you lose control before I give you, I'll leave, fix my dress, walk right back out to that party, and leave you sitting here. Got it?"

"Understood," I choke out, sweat beading along my forehead.

"Good." She drives herself down faster.

She gives a fierce, breathtaking smile and rides me with frantic intensity. Heat radiates between our bodies. The noises escaping her throat are raw and intimate, completely unlike the composed corporate executive from the ballroom floor. When her breathing fragments and her hips shudder, her fingernails bite into my jaw again.

"Keep your eyes on me, Luca."

I obey. She climaxes with her eyes locked onto mine, a shattered cry spilling from her parted lips as her inner walls clamp down on me with unbearable force. I hold my breath, every nerve ending screaming for release. Nora rides out the tremors with ragged gasps, then gradually slows down, remaining seated on me without giving up control.

Her hands rest flat against my collarbones. "Don't move."

"Nora, please," I groan under the strain.

She brushes damp hair away from my forehead. "Good. You're actually following instructions for once."

"I am on the absolute edge." I fight for composure through ragged breaths.