16. Elijah
Elijah
L eopold is turning into a nuisance.
He’s dreaming if he believes he’ll own Leonora one day. But what really irks me is the constant fright she’s in.
The bastard will end up dead and buried eventually, but in the meantime, Uncle Dima continues to put out feelers, while I do everything I can to pull Leonora closer to me.
It’s up to me to keep her safe. To show the bastard he’s coming after what’s mine.
Most men would drop it immediately, but Leopold wants to play.
Fine. It’s been a while since I’ve had the thrill of a game and better yet, this one brings Leonora nearer.
It’s something that should’ve happened years ago.
If it weren’t for some stupid steak knife, an overbearing mother, and the fact that Leonora continually scuttles into the shadows, she would’ve been mine years ago.
I don’t say it lightly and I don’t say it because I want what I can’t have.
Leonora is mine.
I claimed her years ago, when I recognized that she alongside my brothers, are the only company I could stand. She’s not annoying like her sisters. And even as a kid, she never grew offended at the blank masks I wore.
After the accident, and when her family kept her away, I realized I missed her presence. For years when I stepped closer to her either someone blocked my path or she dodged me.
This Leopold, damned as he may be, did me a favor by delivering her to my doorstep.
And then when I woke up to her hand around my cock, I decided she’d never leave.
But despite exploding on my tongue, she remains shy. I went to lunch with her on Friday and bought her a load of books after we saw her sister acting strangely.
She refused to come to me over the weekend. The hiding’s going to get on my ever last nerve.
And she refused to sleep over tonight, but she did arrive for dinner. I’m chopping vegetables, while she perches on a barstool. A basketball game plays in the background and Albert hovers, hoping for scraps.
“Do you like cooking?” There’s continuously a penchant of awe when she notices something I do. Like she’s amazed I’m not a lonely, empty creature pacing around a glass castle.
Though, I can’t blame her for believing in what most of the world also thinks. Especially since I’m the one telling them what to think.
I’m making a salad to go with our pasta. Garlic bread fills the kitchen and there's an open bottle of wine.
“It’s easy,” I reply, cutting a carrot.
She snorts. She’s wearing black trousers that hug her ass and a pair of socks since she left her sneakers by the front door. “No, it’s not. When did you learn to cook?”
“When I was a kid.” I dump vegetables into a giant wooden bowl and grab dressing out of the fridge ignoring her curious stare.
Our cook Marnie was my favorite adult growing up.
At first, because I took pity on her after Yelena arrived and treated her like shit.
I made a point to come home after school and sit at the kitchen island, protecting her from her evil employer.
Eventually, she put me to work, and knowing it annoyed Yelena, I willingly participated in whatever lessons Marnie taught.
Leonora is unnervingly good at following my brain waves. At the mention of my childhood, she grows somber.
“I meant to tell you—”her fingers play with the edge of the counter—“how nice it was that you checked in on Russet.”
I take out the garlic bread, letting the oven slam shut. “You asked me to.”
“Has, um. . . How are Russet and Yelena?”
Considering she’s the one who sent me that text at Max’s party, I figured she knew something about Yelena. I’m ready to confirm it, though.
“They’re fine,” I mention. As in, Max doesn’t let his wife near his mother. Since most of the family prefers spending time with Russet, it’s an all-around win.
“Oh.” She chews on her bottom lip. Her socked feet are propped up on a different barstool. Albert pads over to her at the sound of her voice, his soulful eyes begging for ear scratches. “That’s good. . .”
“The next time Yelena assaults my sister-in-law, tell me.”
Her dark eyes widen at the demand before she focuses on Albert. “I’m sorry. I should have said something.” She peeks up. “She told you?”
“She told Max.” And now he’s wrangling with the realization that his mother’s a bitch. I tried telling him countless times, but better late than never.
“She’s pretty horrible isn’t she?” She continues to nibble her lip which I try to ignore. Along with the pitying stare.
“Stand up,” I order, marching around the kitchen island.
“What?”
I motion for her to stand. “I never got my hello kiss.”
A blush spreads along her cheeks. She pushes at my chest, but my palms cup her cheeks, my thumbs brushing the skin.
Her eyes strain toward the hand holding her left cheek. She tries to pry my hands off, but they don’t budge.
“Stop,” she says softly.
I kiss her scar.
“Don’t.”
“I’ll kiss my scar whenever I want.”
Her brow creases with adorable confusion.
I gently brush my lips against her scar again. Then on the corner of her lips. She leans forward and I smile before kissing her. If she’s expecting tenderness she’s wrong. I bite her lip and I’m rewarded with access to her mouth when she gasps.
She falls into me exactly like she did when I met her in the lobby outside her office. That in itself is a drug—the way she leans in. She concedes her control to me and I take it every time.
I hold her up, snaking a hand around her waist, and pulling her against my chest. She makes a startled noise, her eyes opening when I push my erection into her stomach.
I shouldn’t be so turned on by her surprised confusion. There’s constant amazement on her face, though. When she speaks to me or when she gripped my cock.
Her startled apprehension turns me the fuck on.
As with all good addictions, the logical side of me chips away.
I break away from her, secretly pleased by how her face crumples at the loss of contact. “What did I say about fucking this mouth?”
Her lips part, her blush growing. “B-but you said. . . I’m not sleeping over tonight.”
“Semantics.” I press her shoulder, guiding her to her knees. “Now, take my cock out.”
She freezes.
“I know you’re not afraid of my cock, Leonora.” I unzip my pants but move no further. Waking up to find her curious will forever remain one of the top moments of my life. “In fact, I think you’re growing addicted to it.”
She shakes her head, refusing like always. “I’m not addicted to your dick, thank you very much.”
“God, I love it when you’re stubborn.” I’m not joking, my dick takes it as a sign to grow harder. “But you’re going to have to learn.”
I see her fighting it. The confusion and the interest. She embarrasses easily but God I love watching her struggle.
She pulls my trousers down and then a second later, tentatively hooks her fingers into the waistband of my briefs. My cock springs free and her chest rises. She squirms, her thighs rubbing together.
“Wrap your hand around it,” I order. “Good girl,” I praise her when she does, noticing the pink satisfaction along her cheeks at the words.
Wrapping a firm hand around hers, I help her jerk me off.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” I tell her.
“I. . .” She stares nervously at my dick.
“Open your mouth.”
There’s a flicker of hesitation but she opens her mouth, shyly waiting for her next order.
“Tongue out.” She’s such a good girl, sticking her tongue out, her brown eyes impossibly wide. I pinch the tip of her tongue, pulling slightly. Her brow creases and her head moves forward. She’s in my control.
“You’re going to suck me off now.” I tenderly tuck a piece of hair behind her ear while demanding she put her warm wet mouth to use.
I let her explore and groan when she takes me into her mouth.
The slow, tentative licks are torture. She has no idea what she’s doing and when her eyes meet mine she finds a hard blank mask. It’s better she know she’s dealing with the devil rather than a gentle lover.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth now.” Her eyes widen when I grab her hair. It’s time she finds out what I like. “It’s going to hurt and when I come in your mouth you’re going to swallow every drop.”
I don’t give her a chance to process the final words. I thrust all the way in, muffling her mixture of moan and scream. The noise spurs me on and I thrust in harder.
She lifts her hands around my thighs, but I tut.
“Hands down.”
They drop to her side and the submission brings out the beast. She really shouldn’t be so pliant. It gives me lots of ideas.
“I’m the only one allowed to fuck this mouth. Do you understand, Leonora?”
She nods around my cock and my fingers tighten in her hair at the sight of her. I’m a selfish man. I’ll do whatever I have to, to get this woman on her knees for me.
I fill her mouth, using a punishing pace. For all the years she wouldn’t talk to me. For how she tried to get away from me. For how she stared at me in surprise anytime we did come face to face.
My balls tighten and I come down her throat and I swear the sight of her wide eyes imprints on my brain. I release myself from her mouth, my seed spilling down her chin. Using my thumb I catch it, lifting it to her mouth.
She doesn’t need to be prompted. Leonora sucks my thumb as she stares up at me.
Her hard nipples tease me through her shirt and it’s painfully obvious she’s hurting.
I make her work for it.
“You need something, Leonora?”
Her pout could be because I refuse to use a pet name or due to the fact that her thighs keep rubbing together as she remains on her knees in front of me.
Like the other morning, her face grows stormy.
I shrug. “I told you, all you have to do is ask.”
“I. . .” Her mouth opens and shuts. “P-please.”
I tug her from the floor and throw her over the back of the couch. She squeaks when I tear her pants down.
“I can fucking smell your arousal. Tell me what you need and I can help you out.”
A moan catches in her throat at the friction when I bunch her underwear and pull it tight against her pussy.
“I can make you feel good,” I promise. “But you have to tell me how.”
Her lip trembles. She tries to hide against the couch, but my hand tangles into her hair and I force her torso up.
“Do you want my fingers?” I whisper against her ear. “Or my tongue?”
These fucking noises she’s making will be my undoing.
“Tell me which one.” My hand snakes inside her shirt. I push her bra out of the way and pinch a hard nipple.
She bites down on her lip, cutting off a moan, her back arching as I twist her nipple. She takes her pleasure with punishing pain and it turns me the fuck on.
My fingers caress the soft skin, always going back to her nipple.
“Fuck you’re sensitive.” I push my hips into her, reminding her of another sensitive area. “Your pussy is weeping for help. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
It’s a promise I’ll keep forever. I want my woman satisfied.
“My fingers?” I bite the shell of her ear. “Or my tongue?”
“Y-your cock.”
Fucking hell.
She bites the inside of her cheek, a wild look in her eye. I let go of her hair, keeping up the assault on her nipple. The other hand trails down until it cups her pussy. She tenses before melting into my hand, silently begging for stimulation.
I circle her clit, before thrusting a finger inside her.
Her head crashes against my chest. There’s a look of sadness despite the way she bites back her groans.
“I want my cock to tear into your pussy too,” I admit. Her brows lift slightly. “I want nothing more than for your cunt to milk my cock just like its milking my fingers.”
I add another one, stretching her. She’s so tight and warm.
“But not tonight.” It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Not give into the beast who’s craved Leonora Akatov for years.
Her eyes close when I find the right spot, her hips rocking.
Fuck, Leonora is not only riding my hand, but she’s enjoying it.
The sight of her trying to take her own satisfaction brings a spark of pride at her growing confidence.
I torture her clit and nearly come again when she clenches around my fingers.
I could watch her come apart all day long but the best part is the little whimper when I remove my fingers from her.
This is what I do to her. Take her. Claim her. Make her mine.
She is mine.
And I’ll prove it to her.
I lift my fingers to her mouth, forcing her to clean her own arousal off me.
Her chest rises and falls, her muscles shaking. “Are you. . . are you going to fuck me with your cock one day?”
A chuckle escapes. I brush her hair back, pressing a kiss to her throat. “Yes, Leonora. I’m going to fuck you.”
“W-when?”
“When would you like?” She wasn’t planning to stay the night and I will be taking my time with her.
“Tomorrow.”
Pleasure swirls in my chest. I never denied the attraction between the two of us. It’s nice to see her finally do the same.
“You want me to fuck your pussy tomorrow?”
She nods.
“You think it’s ready for my cock?”
She bites back a smile.
“All right, Leonora.” I brush another strand of hair back and kiss her throat again. “As you wish.”