Ruthless (An Enemies To Lovers Novel Book 4)

by Michelle Horst

  He starts to take a step toward me, but quickly stops as he whispers, “Fuck.”

  The heated look he gives me makes me want to drag him to his bedroom.

  “Which part of your body do I love most?” he asks, his voice sounding gruff.

  How the hell must I know?

  “My eyes?” I guess. He loves making eye-contact.

  He shakes his head, and I scrunch my nose as I look down at my clothes. Jeans or t-shirt. Damn, why didn’t I wear more clothes?

  I unbutton the jeans, and as I pull the zipper down my eyes meet his. I watch his eyes drop to my hands as I start to push the fabric down my legs. His lips part slightly as he lets out a breath.

  I drop the jeans on my shoes as his eyes burn a path back up to my face. He has the same unwavering look on his face that he had right before he kissed me breathlessly the night before.

  “I love your ass. I can’t wait to bend you over the bed so I can feel your ass grind against me as I fuck you.”

  I can only blink as my mouth drops open from his suggestive words.

  I’ve always been attracted to Marcus, but right now he’s off the charts hot.

  I take a shuddering breath. “Am I ready to have sex with you?”

  Everything around us fades away as my focus zooms in on Marcus.

  He takes a step forward as he whispers, “Judging by your panties, you’re wet and ready for me to fuck you raw.”

  Holy hotness overload. If we keep this up, I might just orgasm from his dirty words.

  “Which sexual position do I prefer?”

  “From what you said about my ass, I’m going to guess doggy style.”

  He nods slowly, and I take a step closer to him. We’re touching distance from each other. My heart starts to beat faster, as I wonder what he’s going to do once we’re right in front of each other.

  Chapter 18

  MARCUS

  I meant for the game to be a fun way of us getting to know each other better, but fuck that idea. Seeing her cheeks flush pink, and her eyes burn with need, tonight will end with Willow in my bed.

  Her tongue darts out and she wets her lips. Fuck, I’m so hard my cock is about to tear through my pants.

  Willow looks uncertain about the question she wants to ask.

  “How many times do I orgasm during sex?”

  Shit, I’m going to get this one wrong. I stare at her as I think about my answer. The uncertain look is still on her face. Wait. Is she nervous about the question?

  Then it hits me.

  “No way. Are you serious? What kind of assholes did you sleep with that they couldn’t make you orgasm?”

  I take a step closer as she shrugs.

  “It’s not their fault. I just can’t orgasm without some serious hand action down there.”

  The blush deepens on her cheeks, but she never looks away from me.

  Taking the final step that separates us, I wrap my left arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against me. My free hand settles on the curve of her ass, as she places her hands on my shoulders.

  I slide my hand from her lower back to her side. I keep my hand above her shirt as I brush my fingers over her ribs and up along the swell of her breast until I reach the smooth skin covering her collarbone.

  When I feel her shiver at my touch, I move my hand behind her neck and tilt her head back.

  Her lips part as she takes a breath. Fuck, I want to taste her. I want to lick and bite her into submission.

  “Marcus,” she whispers, drawing my eyes back to hers. Fear creeps into her eyes, mixing with the desire she feels for me. “Please don’t have sex with me if you’re not sure about us.”

  I lean down and keeping my eyes locked on hers, I don’t stop until I can feel her breath on my lips.

  “Willow, I’m not going to have sex with you.” I watch as the fear makes way for a look of disappointment, so I quickly continue, “There will definitely be times when I will rip your clothes off and fuck you so hard that you will still feel me inside of you the next day.”

  Her breaths come faster from the sexual tension between us.

  “I am so sure about us that I’m going to take you to my apartment where I will make love to you. Nothing I do to you will just be sex.”

  I step away from her and grab my jacket from the floor. I wrap it around her shoulders and help her push her arms into the sleeves.

  As I button it, I say, “This will have to cover you until we get to the apartment.”

  I grab my shoes while Willow picks up her jeans and sandals, then I wrap my arm around her and walk her to the stairs.

  We don’t say anything until I’ve locked the front door behind us. I drop my shoes right there, and take Willow’s jeans and sandals from her, letting it fall to the floor.

  “Fuck the bedroom. We’ll get to that later,” I growl as I strip my jacket off Willow’s body.

  The unsure look on her face tells me all I need to know. Even though she’s had sex before, she has no confidence when it comes to sex.

  I wrap my arm around her waist and holding her to me, I walk us over to the couch. When I reach the spot where I kissed her last night, I let go of her and pull her shirt over her head.

  “Willow, you better start taking my clothes off, or I’m going to fuck you while fully clothed,” I warn her.

  Her fingers are trembling as she starts to unbutton my shirt. When she’s done with the last one, she slowly pulls my shirt open. She looks at the new scar as she lightly traces a finger over it.

  Emotions flash over her face, then she whispers, “You didn’t die.”

  Whatever uneasiness she was still feeling about us, melts away as her eyes start to sparkle with happiness.

  She lifts herself on her toes and slams her mouth to mine. Yanking my shirt off, she throws it to the side and starts to make quick work of my belt.

  It’s my turn to be kissed senseless, and it takes me a few seconds before I manage to take the control back from her.

  I help her shove the pants down my legs and reach for the snap of her bra. It comes undone quickly, but I take my time pulling the straps down her arms.

  Breaking the kiss, I look down.

  “Fuck, I’m lucky,” I growl at the sight of her perfect breasts. This woman is unearthly beautiful.

  Wanting to see all of her, I drop to one knee. I take hold of the fabric and just like I did with her bra, I slowly pull her panties down her legs.

  When she's naked in front of me, going slow is no longer an option.

  ∞∞∞

  WILLOW

  Before I can start to feel self-conscious, Marcus stands up, grabs hold of my hips, and turns me around.

  When his fingers brush over the curve of my butt, I start to laugh.

  He places his other hand on my lower back and pushes me forward until I’m leaning over the back of the couch, which quickly makes me stop laughing.

  Oh crap, my butt is practically in the air. I glance over my shoulder to see what he’s doing.

  He gives me a cocky smile as he catches me watching him.

  “So you won’t orgasm without some serious hand action?”

  I nod, and when his hand brushes over my butt and slips between my legs, I have to brace myself against the couch with my arms.

  He doesn’t push his finger inside me but instead flicks my clit. I’m so shocked by the instant pleasure I feel, that I freeze to focus on it.

  “Spread your legs wider,” he growls.

  As I spread my legs, he flicks my clit again, making my body jerk from the sharp but fleeting pleasure. Hearing the tear of foil is a comforting sound. At least one of us is still thinking responsibly.

  I anticipate feeling Marcus’ cock between my legs, but instead, he starts to lightly massage my clit.

  All the light touches are going to be the end of me. I squirm against his hand, needing Marcus to stop being so damn gentle.

  “Can we get to the part where you put the wand in the chamber of secrets?
” I plead.

  Marcus freezes behind me, and I hear a spurt of laughter. “You still can’t say fuck?”

  “It’s too vulgar,” I whisper.

  “Say it,” he orders, which makes me glance over my shoulder again as I shake my head.

  “Say it, Willow,” he growls as he grabs hold of my hips.

  “Fuck,” I snap. “Just fuck me already!”

  I didn’t expect him to actually do it.

  He slams into me so hard, my arms give way beneath me. My breath gets stuck on a gasp, and it takes a moment for my brain to play catch-up with the fact that Marcus is inside me.

  At least, that’s what I thought until he thrusts deeper.

  “Oh shit,” I breathe as he stretches my inner walls, making me feel impossibly full.

  When he pushes even deeper still, I grab hold of the nearest pillow and shove it against my face so he won’t hear the groan as pleasure ripples through me.

  Crap, he’s big.

  When he’s seated to the hilt inside of me, he leans over me, grabs the pillow from my hands, and throws it across the room.

  “I want to hear you scream,” he says breathlessly, and then he pulls back.

  His fingers dig into my hips as he pushes inside of me.

  This time the sharp sound of my breath catching in my throat echoes through the room. I’m not prepared as he starts to move fast and hard, and the whimpers and groans escaping from me are slightly mortifying.

  When his one hand slips around the front of me, and he roughly starts to rub my clit, I don’t care about the sound of our skin slapping or the fact that my butt is in the air. I don’t even care whether the neighbors can hear me as my groans grow louder.

  My pleasure builds so fast it catches me by surprise. The orgasm hits hard, numbing my legs and sending all my strength to my vocal cords.

  “Fuck,” I scream as I lose total control over my body. My butt grinds back against Marcus as he slams into me, burying his cock so deep it makes my pleasure increase instead of diminish.

  He leans over me, circling my waist with one arm, while his other hand works the bundle of nerves between my legs. Feeling his chest rub against my back as he keeps pounding into me, is so unbelievably amazing.

  As I start to come down from my orgasm, I can finally focus on what it feels like to be skin to skin with Marcus.

  His cock strokes my inner walls as he sinks back inside of me, and it brings tears to my eyes.

  Marcus is inside me.

  Chapter 19

  MARCUS

  I grab the base of my cock, not wanting to come yet. Hearing Willow orgasm, I regret not taking this to the bed. I want to see her face as she comes apart on my cock.

  I pull out of her, and turning her around, I throw her over my shoulder. I walk towards the room as a sexy chuckle slips from her.

  “I like the view,” she says as she slaps my ass.

  When I reach the bed, I lean forward and drop her onto the mattress. She bounces once before I slip my arm beneath her. I move her to the middle of the bed.

  As I look down at her, the need to fuck her starts to fade, and it’s replaced with a slow-burning desire to explore every inch of her.

  Her face softens as she brings a hand to my cheek. There’s so much love shining from her eyes as she looks up at me.

  Her hand slips down to my shoulder, and she lightly pushes against me.

  “Let me be on top,” she whispers, and only then do I let her push me onto my back. “You can’t do all the hard work… yet.”

  Even though I want to explore her body, it’s her face I look at as she positions herself over my cock. It’s her eyes I get lost in as she takes me inside her.

  I let my one hand rest on her thigh, and as I look down to where we’re joined, I lightly brush my knuckles over her soft curls.

  The sensuous rhythm of her hips as she rides me is enough to send me over the edge in seconds.

  I massage her clit, needing to see her face as she orgasms. Her lips part and she groans as she starts to ride me faster.

  She’s so responsive to my touch, it amazes me that no one could make her orgasm before.

  I pinch her clit which makes her slam down on top of me until I feel her ass against my balls. I sit up quickly as the tingles of pleasure start to ripple through my abdomen. Wrapping my arm around her, I press her tightly to me, and feeling her breasts against my chest, sends me over so fast and hard that I can’t even groan.

  I press my thumb hard against her clit as she grinds her pussy against me. That’s all it takes for her inner muscles to spasm around my cock.

  The orgasm makes my head spin as my body shudders against hers. I thrust up once as she lets out a groan.

  Fuck, I’ll never get enough of hearing her groan because my cock is inside her.

  Our eyes are glued to each other as we come down from the wave of pleasure.

  I catch my breath before I say, “This is me letting you in, Willow, and I’m never letting you out.”

  ∞∞∞

  WILLOW

  I get into the car, wondering what Marcus planned for today. He made me get up at four am, so this better be good. Although, after the last date we had, I’m not sure there’s anything he can do that will live up to that night.

  When he climbs in on the driver's side, he reaches over for my hand. He brings it to his mouth and presses a kiss to the back of my hand.

  I wait for him to start the car, and when he’s driving down the road, I ask, “Why did you always say you weren’t good at the dating thing? So far you’re doing pretty damn good if you ask me.”

  He shrugs as he grins at me. “I never dated so I didn’t know if I would be any good at it. You make it easy though.”

  When Marcus parks near the ocean, we’re the only people out here this early.

  The only crazy people.

  We get out of the car, and he takes my hand as we walk toward the stretch of beach. He finds a spot he likes and pulls me down on the sand with him.

  He takes something from his pocket before he rests his arms on his knees. I follow his line of sight and stare out over the ocean as the darkness starts to fade.

  I’ve never watched the sun rise over the ocean.

  “I wrote you a letter,” he whispers.

  “You did?”

  He holds a piece of paper out to me. I take it and pout.

  “It’s too dark to read. The sun needs to rise faster.”

  He chuckles as he places an arm around me. He pulls me to his side, and I rest my head on his shoulder.

  “Willow,” he whispers.

  “Hmm?” I glance up at him.

  “I’m sorry I left you. I’m sorry I wasn’t stronger. I’m sorry I got sick just as I realized how much I loved you.”

  Oh, my word! Is he’s telling me what he wrote in the letter? I scramble to my knees so I can watch him.

  He keeps staring out at the sun rising as he continues, “You deserve the world, and I only gave you hell. I never believed in reincarnation but sure as hell hope it’s real, so I can meet you again and make up for all the hurt I caused you. When I see you for the first time, I will kiss you breathless. I will share my secrets with you. I will make love to you. I regret that most. Never getting to make love to you. You would’ve been the only one. When you meet someone new, make sure he takes your breath away with kisses, and not from hurting you. Make sure he makes love to you because you’re the only one for him. Before you give him the heart that’s mine, make sure he gives you the world.”

  I wipe the tear from my cheek as I clutch the now crumpled piece of paper to my chest with my other hand.

  Marcus takes a shuddering breath, and as he looks at me, a tear rolls down his cheek.

  “Before you, my life was an endless night. You are like a sun rise, Willow. You brought so much color and warmth to my life. Without you, I might as well have died.”

  I give up trying to wipe the tears from my face, and just listen to what he’s
saying.

  “Your love is one of a kind. You kept coming back even when I was an ass. You have loved me unconditionally. You have put my happiness before your own every single time. That’s why I will cherish your love. Because you love so fiercely, I promise to protect you, even from myself. I promise I will put your happiness before my own. I promise to love you as if we will have no tomorrow. I will love you with every beat of my heart until it stops.”

  He smiles at me, then looks at the letter in my hand.

  “That letter is my vow to you, Willow. It’s the only proof you will have that I am committed to you. I don’t want us to get married and fall into the false comfort that we no longer have to worry whether we might lose the other person. I want to live every day, knowing that I’m not guaranteed a tomorrow with you. I want that reminder in fifty years because my only fear is regretting that I didn’t try harder, that I didn’t give you everything, that I didn’t love you more.”

  Marcus lifts his hand to my face and brushes his knuckles over my cheek.

  “I love you, Willow Brooks.”

  Looking into his eyes, I see his love for me for the first time. There are no more walls keeping me out.

  “It’s about time, Pretty-Boy,” I whisper as I lean forward to kiss him.

  Epilogue

  MISS SEBASTIAN

  Lord give me strength or I’m going to choke the sexy right out of Rhett!

  “I said I wanted purple ones,” I groan as I look at the monstrosities before my eyes.

  Rhett looks at me all confused, then looks back at the fifty tablecloths he brought.

  “They are purple,” he argues.

  I look up to the heavens for the strength I asked for.

  “Don’t strangle him. Don’t strangle him,” I whisper. “It took you an hour to do your nails, and you don’t have time to ruin them.”

  “Why is Miss Sebastian praying?” Marcus asks suddenly, making my poor heart pound as if I just saw my very first ding-dong.

  “One of these days, I’m going to kill one of you,” I threaten as I place my hand over my overexcited heart.