10. Leora
CHAPTER TEN
Leora
M asaccio pushes himself between my legs, grabbing a handful of my hair he pulls my head back and traces kisses over my neck.
Sitting on the dresser with him standing in front of me, I wrap my legs around his waist.
Oh, my word.
I can’t believe he has finally given in to being with me. He wants me.
He presses his lips against mine and kisses me. It’s passionate, fiery, heated - but something feels - different.
Maybe it’s just my own nerves.
I run my hands down his back, my nails leaving lines in his skin beneath his shirt.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He growls against my ear. “And I am going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand tomorrow.”
I gasp at his words, but still - something feels off.
He lifts me, using his hips to push my legs wider apart and I feel how hard his cock is up against me.
I want this so badly, and I’ve waited so long for him to come to me, but now it just feels wrong.
He chuckles, a low sound that rumbles through me, and when I realize that even his laugh seems off - a bolt of lightning slams into me.
This isn’t Masaccio.
“What the hell is going on?” I shout as I push him away.
He doesn’t really budge so I kick back on the dresser and end up knocking something off it.
Tuomo lifts is hands in the air defensively “Hey, ok, ok, calm down.”
“I will not calm down. Get out of here. You can’t do this.” I’m so angry I’m shaking. What the fuck is he doing in my room?
“Masaccio.” I scream for my husband to come and help me. I need him here. Now.
“Jeez woman. Calm down. There’s no need to shout, I’m right here.” Tuomo says.
“How stupid do you think I am? I know you’re not him. Tuomo. ”
“What the fuck?” He stammers.
I reach behind me and grab the first thing I wrap my fingers around and throw it at him. He ducks, and it flies through the open door behind him.
He snarls at me, then grabs his jacket and spins away from me. I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank fuck. He’s leaving. I want to cry. I feel disgusting.
I feel filthy and like I’ve betrayed my husband. I kissed another man. Not just any man - his brother.
I slide off the dresser and grab my nightie off the floor, clutching it against my body as I search around the room for my dressing gown.
What am I going to do?
How am I going to explain this to my husband?
Just then - Masaccio walks into the room.
“Mas - I’m so sorry. I didn’t know - I thought it was you - I kissed your brother - I’m so sorry - please.”
I know I’m rambling, and I can’t seem to control the words streaming out of my mouth, but absolute panic has consumed me. I’m terrified he will leave me. What if he asks for a divorce?
Mas is staring at me with a cold look in his eyes. His eyes are trailing up and down my naked body in disgust as I try to hide behind the tiny scrap of fabric I am holding.
“How did you know it was my brother?”
“Because I know you. Will you ever forgive me? I promise you I stopped as soon as I realized.”
“But what was it that gave it away?”
I swallow hard. He must be furious.
“I - I don’t know. I could just tell it wasn’t you. The way he moved. The way he kissed. His laugh—” I don’t know how to explain this.
Mas tilts his head as though he is curious.
My eyes narrow towards him. This is not the reaction I was expecting. He doesn’t seem angry.
“Wait - did you - did you know ?” the words spill from my mouth in disbelief.
He doesn’t reply.
“Masaccio, did you know your brother was in here with me?” I ask again, more anger than fear now.
He shrugs.
He fucking shrugs. And suddenly I am so angry that I want to tear his skin off.
“You sent your brother in here? You planned this? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Tears are streaming down my cheeks. “Were you testing me? What kind of sick and fucked up game is this?” I can’t stop shouting.
“Stop shouting. Calm the fuck down.” He snaps.
“I won’t calm down. How dare you tell me to calm down after sending your brother into my room—” I don’t even know what to say. I don’t understand what is going on.
Why the hell is he looking at me like that?
Mas steps closer to me and reaches out to grab my nightie.
He yanks it out of my hands and tosses it to the floor.
“So, you know me so well that you could tell the difference between me and my identical brother? My father took years to tell us apart, but you can tell the difference?”
I step away from him, covering my body with my hands self-consciously.
“I —I know you, Mas. Because you are the one I’m—” I swallow hard. He’s the one I fell in love with. Of course, I know him.
“I’m the one you want.” He takes another step towards me and his body presses against mine.
I can feel his cock. Rigid. Bulging against his pants.
“I’m the one you want.” He repeats, deeper, a growl that rumbles from his chest and vibrate against me.
“Y—yes.” I stammer.
He lifts me off the floor, onto the dresser, pressing his hips between my legs and forcing them open.
He grabs my neck and pulls my mouth against his, kissing me hard.
Instantly my body lights with electricity.
This is how I knew.
This feeling.
This intensity.
This is what was missing.
My breath catches in my throat as Mas pulls his shirt off and yanks his pants open while he continues to kiss me.
Then, standing naked in front of me, he leans back to let his eyes roam my body.
“You are beautiful, Leora.”
The way he says my name sends butterflies racing through me.
He lifts me in his arms and carries me to the bed. I can feel his cock pressed against my pussy. I am nervous, excited - flooded with emotions as he lies down over me.
“I hope you can handle this.” He whispers against my ear.
I’m unable to speak as I feel him pressing his cock harder against me.
He slides inside me. I feel my pussy stretching open around his cock.
“Oh.” I gasp, trying to adjust to the sheer size of him.
He doesn’t wait or say anything. Instead, he pushes deeper into me.
I gasp and arch my back. I can’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure at this point.
He slides deeper into me, and I cry out, loudly, not even bothering to hold it back.
He wraps his hand around my jaw, tilting my head back as he moves back and forth over me.
The pain intensifies for a few seconds, but then the pleasure takes over.
I spread my legs wider, wanting to feel everything as he moves faster.
My entire body relaxes when the pleasure becomes the only thing I can feel, and I dig my finger nails into his back.
He fucks me even harder. His hand moves from my jaw to my throat as his fingers press against my skin.
I can barely breathe.
My legs are shaking, I can’t control it. I can’t control anything that is happening in my body because he has complete control over me.
I hear him grunt and growl as he slams into me - his cock buried so far inside me it feels as though I might tear in two.
But despite that intensity - I still want more. I want more of him, everything.
I arch my back and press my pussy up towards him as pleasure shoots up my spine.
My body shudders beneath him.
And then it slams into me, wave after wave of the most intense orgasm I have ever felt in my life.
He thrusts forward one last time and I feel him explode inside me.
He sighs, lifting himself off the bed, grabbing his clothes, and leaving the room.
I stare after him, not sure what just happened.
He didn’t say a word to me. He just left.
I grab my duvet and pull it up over my body.
Is that normal? Is that what all guys do?
My heart pulls tight in my chest. I thought - maybe - I thought he would sleep in my bed. But I know he prefers to sleep alone.
That’s all it is. He just wants to sleep alone.
Everything has changed now - he’s made love to me. Tomorrow is going to be a new day, a new relationship.
I grin as I flop down onto my bed, snuggling against my pillow. This is the first step for us to become closer.
My heart flip flops.
I am so in love with him. I can’t wait for him to show me how he feels about me too.