Ruthless Monarch

I shrug. “I’m bored.”

“Boss wouldn’t like it.” Tony’s back is to me again, his hands hitting the keyboard.

“I’ll handle Matteo.”

“I’m sure you will,” Luka laughs. “You certainly have him wrapped around your little finger.”

“This one.” I hold up my pinky.

“Yep, that’s the one.”

“I promise to tell him, and I promise he won’t get mad. I’m just lonely. Francesca has gone missing and I have nothing to do. Put me to work.”

“Not a good idea,” Tony says to Luka, and I roll my eyes.

“As much as I’m sure we would enjoy your company, I have to agree with Tony. After we get permission from the boss, it’s a different story.”

“Call him.”

Luka looks amused by me. Tony, however, is visibly pissed.

A minute later and with a smile on his face, Luka motions for me to sit down in the chair next to him.

“I’m allowed to only show you certain things.”

“Like what?”

“Like a few of the cameras we have in the house.”

Tony starts to type, and then there in front of me is my old room and my old bed. My face turns warm, and I’m sure I’m beet red.

“I actually have something I need to do,” I say as I rush to leave the room with the very little dignity I have left.

Well played, Matteo. Well played.

After my embarrassing run-in, I hit the gym and worked out. Then I read a little from a book, but now, there is nothing to do as I sit in the living room like a pathetic girl and wait.

The truth is, it’s time I make money anyway. I have debts I’ll need to pay soon.

I’m sitting in the chair, reading, when I hear footsteps. I don’t look up until they are directly in front of me. I crane my neck to see who it is, but by the way my skin pebbles, hyperaware of his presence, I know it’s him.

Our gazes lock, and his eyes are darker than normal.

Neither of us says anything.

Unable to take it anymore, I stand and move until my chest touches him, and then I swear I climb him like a monkey climbing a tree.

My arms wrap around his neck, and my legs wrap around his waist.

Our lips collide next, and his mouth is heaven.

I could kiss him forever.

That thought should scare me, and it actually does a bit, but not for the reasons it did at first.

I’m not scared of my desire for him.

I’m scared for our future and what it brings.

What will I do if I lose him?

It hit me today when we were texting that not only do I not want anyone else, but I don’t want him to be with anyone but me.

When he got possessive, so did I.

Our kiss intensifies until he throws me on the couch, and our mouths separate.

“Did you miss me?” He laughs.

“Yes. Even if you’re an ass,” I hiss back as I swat him lightly on the arm.

There is no point in lying after that display. I might as well own it.

“Good. Because I missed you too.”

If my mouth could drop open from shock, it would.

“Did everyone see me?” He leans forward, hovering over me, balancing his weight on his arms.

“No. Only me, I gave him permission to pull up the feed, but only for today.”

“But you saw me?”

“Yes, and you saw me. We’re even.” His mouth grazes my jaw. “I missed this.” He kisses me again on the lips. Then he moves to my neck. His tongue trails down my throat and over my collarbone until he reaches the hollow of my neck.

He then leans up and pulls my shirt open. The buttons rip away from the fabric with a popping sound.

“The door—”

“I don’t care if they see. Let them see me worship you.”

I’m about to object, but then his mouth and tongue shut me up.

No objections left in me.

Sometime later, and after two orgasms, I’m spent.

Still entwined in each other’s arms, I take a deep satisfying breath before speaking.

“Did you have a good trip?” I ask.

He moves to lift his weight off my body before he sits up, leaving me still naked on a couch in his living room. “I got done what I needed to do.”

“What’s that?”

“I was with the governor of New York.”

“Was this about my father?”

“It was.”

I move to sit up, and I rearrange my blouse, although it’s hard to do with half the buttons now missing.

“Is there anything you need to tell me?”

His head tilts down and then back up as he shakes his head.

“Not right now. I’m working on a few things . . .”

“You can trust me.”

He leans forward, sucking my lower lip into his. I moan into his mouth like a wanton hussy who didn’t just get laid.

When he pulls back, I groan. This elicits a chuckle from him.

“I need to go work now.”

I want to pout and ask him not to, but I refuse to do that. We aren’t there yet. I’m not even sure where we are.