24. Leora
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Leora
D aniel just tried to kiss me. His hand on my waist, he pulled me towards him and then tried to make his move. I guess I knew it was coming, but I am still a little shocked.
I feel terrible, because I know what it’s like to be rejected.
But I am not interested in him, and I won’t lead him to think I am.
I press my hand against his chest and as kindly as I can I say. “I’m sorry Daniel, but I’m not interested in you like that. I’m married. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”
“Oh.” He stammers. “I didn’t see a wedding ring. I just thought - uh - ya no problem. I’ll - um - go get a beer.” He steps backwards, bumping into one of the other people. Then he laughs uncomfortably and turns away from me.
I don’t watch him. I immediately turn to the other people in our group. He must be feeling pretty horrible, and it won’t help if I just keep staring at him.
I know he’s gone towards the bar, and I want another drink, but I’d rather wait till he’s moved on. In the meantime, I can just keep dancing and chatting to everyone here.
I sigh, my heart feels so heavy.
I really wish Masaccio was here. But not. Because the real Masaccio is not who I thought he was and the one I dreamed up in my head doesn’t exist.
The one I dreamed up - he wants me. He was excited to marry me. The real one is cold and distant.
Finally, I can’t handle the music anymore. I know my mood will bring everyone else down even though I am faking having a good time, I feel heart broken. The few drinks I’ve had aren’t lifting me up they are making me feel more lost than ever.
I turn towards the bar, thinking maybe I’ll have one more and -
My heart stops. My body freezes.
Am I seeing things?
That - no it can’t be.
Masaccio.
Sitting at the bar with a smirk on his face as he stares at me.
Is it really him?
My heart is beating so fast the blood is pumping in my ears and I can’t even hear the music at this point.
I take a deep breath. Close my eyes and tilt my head back.
I know why he’s here.
It’s not like he rushed to Hawaii to save our marriage. No. He’s probably just pissed off that I used his credit card for my little escape - and maybe that I didn’t even tell him where I was going.
His ego is most likely bruised because his wife isn’t being obedient.
Well.
There is only one thing I can do.
I have to go there - and talk to him.
I gather up all my strength and courage and make my way towards him.
“Leora.” He smiles at me. Looking relaxed.
But I will not make this easy for him.
I lean up against the bar. Waving Patrick over.
“What can I get you Leora.” He asks.
“A gin for me and - whatever he’s having - um - another beer.”
Then, I take another breath, centering myself, before I turn to face him.
“Masaccio.” I say his name.
“Leora.” He says my name and my heart flips wildly. Why does it still do that?
Why does he still have the power to make me feel that way?
“What are you doing here, Mas?” I ask, deciding to get straight to the point.
“It’s Hawaii, people come here to relax and have a good time, right?” he says, laughing. A deep sound that resonates through my body.
“They do - yes - do you even know how to have a good time?” I say sarcastically, remembering how boring he was on our honeymoon.
He waves Patrick over to us again.
“Two tequilas’ please.”
Patrick glances at me, trying to gauge if this tall dark stranger is bothering me or not. I nod, I need a tequila.
Masaccio lifts his shot and holds it out towards me. “To relaxing and having a good time.”
“Ok.” I say, skeptically.
He downs it, then orders another one for each of us. Mm. What is he up to?
Mas leans against the bar, reaching and tracing his hand over my hip.
“This dress looks incredible on you.”
“Thanks.”
I’m a little tipsy and he is starting to work his way through my defenses.
But I’m in Hawaii - and all this time I kept wishing he was here - and now he is and he’s being sweet and fun.
We chat for a little while and it feels like he is meeting me for the first time. He’s soft, funny, spontaneous.
He takes my hand and leads me towards the dance floor.
He pulls me up against his chest and I let out a little moan when I feel his body against mine. He feels so good.
The drinks are making my head spin a little. They are messing with my ability to maintain control.
He’s too sexy. He’s acting so differently. And this is the Mas that I wanted all along.
He slips his hand up my back, his fingers leaving a trail of fire on my skin.
His fingers thread through my hair and he pulls my head back, without warning - he presses his lips against mine. My heart slams against my ribs.
Fuck.
It feels so good.
I wrap my arms tighter around his waist, deepening the kiss.
A low growl rumbles from his chest, vibrating against me.
“Where is your villa, Leo?” He asks, and I know exactly what he wants. He wants what I want at this point, and I don’t even care to stop him.
I step back, taking his hand, I lead him down the beach to my little villa.
As soon as we are through the door, he lifts me in his arms and carries me towards the bed. My legs are wrapped around his waist and his hands are pushing my skirt up my legs.
I am so desperate to feel him. All I’ve wanted is for him to want me - all this time.
He drops me onto the bed and stands over me, looking down at me with a wild look in his eyes.
“Untie the cord from your dress.” He demands.
I sit up and pull the cord around my waist loose. He is unbuttoning his shirt when I pull my dress up over my head, tossing the cord to the side.
But he grins. Leaning down to pick it up, he pulls it through his hands.
Then he grabs my ankles and yanks me to the edge of the bed.
I let out a small scream - shocked by his aggressive move.
“Take your bikini off. I want to see all of you.”
I wiggle out of my bikini, feeling my nipples grow hard and heat building between my legs. I can see the bulge of his cock pressing against his pants.
Fuck. I want him so badly.
“Hold out your wrists.” His voice is deep, controlling me.
When I lift my wrists towards him, he grabs them both in one hand, then wraps the cord of my dress around them. Over and over again, before tying it securely.
I can’t move my hands. He leans over the bed and wrapping his arm around my waist he lifts me higher onto it. Before I realize what, he is doing, he has my hands up against the ornate bars of the headboard - tying me to that.
“Mas.” I let out a breathless whisper of his name.
He pulls my head to the side and kisses my neck sending shivers bolting through my body.
“Oh—fuck.” I gasp.
His hand runs over my breasts, tweaking my nipples, pulling them gently. Then he wraps his mouth over my nipple and lets his tongue play over my sensitive skin.
I rock my hips up against him. I want to touch him.
Wiggling against the restraints they bite harder into my skin.
He grabs my thighs and pulls them apart, dipping his fingers inside me and I want to scream it feels so good.
He chuckles. It’s a deep rumble that taunts me.
Pulling his pants open with one hand he frees his cock.
I can’t take my eyes off it. The veins popping along the shaft. The size of it. I know how good he feels inside me.
I rock my hips up again.
“How badly do you want me to fuck you?” he asks, and my entire body feels alive with tension.
“Badly. Please.” I beg.
He leans over me, spreading my legs as wide as they will go.
He pushes his cock up against my pussy and rocks his hips forward - sliding into me - inch by inch as I try to catch my breath.
Then he fucks me. I grab the headboard, desperate to hold on to something. I want to tear my nails down his back.
I scream his name, and it only seems to drive him harder into me.
Each thrust jolts my body as he slams into me.
I can feel the pleasure building, becoming too much, overwhelming me.
The orgasm slams into me and my entire body shudders.
He growls as he thrusts deep inside me, exploding his own pleasure as my pussy clamps over his cock.