Chapter Fifteen
Lorena
Oh my God!
I grip the counter edge firmly and throw my head back as Leo continues to swirl his tongue around my entrance. I bite down on my lips to stop myself from moaning loudly when he tilts his head, sucking at a different and deeper angle. He continues his ministration, lapping at my juices with so much dedication. His mouth works over my pussy with a gentle yet forceful pressure, and I slip one hand into his hair to keep him just where I want him.
Leo makes a deep sound of satisfaction in his throat as my fingers rake through his hair. A mixture of pleasure and pain rips through me as his strong hands part my legs further before pulling me closer to the edge of the counter, closer to his mouth. My knees quiver uncontrollably at the position, and just before they slip off, Leo grabs my ankles and adjusts me back in place, keeping my legs and thighs open for him.
“Yes,” I pant, my body a wanton mess as his tongue flicks over my clit. My toes curl when his hands slip up to my pelvis and his fingers graze my inner thighs, very close to my center. My eyes are hazy as Leo pulls back slightly, his face wet and glistening with my juices. Something about seeing him like that, with my wetness smeared all over his face, makes my heart thump with an erratic rhythm.
“Look at you,” he drawls as he begins to pepper kisses against my inner thigh. “All wet for me.”
A sound between a gasp and a moan falls out of my lips as I feel two fingers slip inside me. He slips in and out at a slow, torturing pace, and he chuckles deeply when I roll my hips against his fingers.
“So impatient,” he says, slapping my inner thigh with his free hand.
His fingers pick up pace, pumping and thrusting inside me in quick succession. I moan uncontrollably, unable to hold back my sounds of pleasure.
“Yes, Leo,” my eyes roll to the back of my head as he brings his mouth to my swollen clit.
He licks the sensitive bud as his fingers continue to move in and out of me. All sense of control flies out the window as I grip his hair tightly in my hands, rolling and grinding my pussy against his mouth. He groans against my center, and I feel the vibrations throughout my body.
“Do you want to come?” he asks, slowing the movement of his fingers.
I look down at his face. His lips are plump, pink and wet, and a feeling I cannot describe rolls through my body at the sight of him like that. His brown eyes are dark with arousal, and I have the sudden urge to see what he looks like when he’s coming undone for me.
I don’t remember that he’d asked me a question until he digs his free hand against the flesh of my thigh and brings his face closer to mine.
“Stubborn, mouthy girls don’t get to come, Lorena,” he says.
The sound of my name falling from his lips pushes me to roll my hips against his hand while looking directly into his eyes. His eyes darken further, an unrecognizable emotion crossing his orbs. When I roll my hips again, he makes a gruff sound in his throat, his eyes focusing on how my hips move, taking his thick fingers deeper inside me.
A smirk spreads out on Leo’s lips before he chuckles again and slips his fingers out of me. I make a sound of protest when he takes a step back. Without thinking, I bring my legs around his waist, locking him in place.
I get more flustered by the moment as he just stands there, staring down at me. When I can’t take it anymore, I blow out a frustrated breath.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
I gulp, already knowing what Leo wants.
“Yes, I want to come.” I grab his hand and guide it towards my throbbing center. “Please.”
“Good girl,” he growls before bending down and throwing my legs over his shoulders.
“Fuck,” I moan out loud as he slips his fingers back into my pussy, complementing the movement by sucking my clit into his mouth.
My back subconsciously arches away from the counter as I grab his hair again, pleasure coursing through my veins. Thick, long fingers continue to thrust in and out of me relentlessly, and the combination of the different sensations drives me to the edge. I buck and vibrate as my orgasm hits me like a strong wave. Leo doesn’t stop licking and sucking until I ride out my orgasm on his face.
My breaths are heavy and irregular as he stands to his full heigth before me, his eyes dark and heavy with desire.
That’s when I notice that he is still in his suit while I’m completely naked. Grabbing his shoulders again, I lean up to trail kisses over his neck.
“Now I want more,” I murmur against his neck, my hands trailing down to unbutton his suit jacket. “I want your dick inside me.”
That’s when Leo’s strong grip stops me.
When I lean back to look at his face again, I am met with his blank and expressionless face.
My stomach churns when he steps away from me and dusts his jacket.
“This shouldn't have gone as far as it has,” he says with a gruff edge to his cold voice.He pauses his movements, then raises his head to look into my eyes. “This will not happen again.”
His voice is firm and cold, leaving no room for argument. But I don’t want to argue with him. I just want to crawl into a hole and disappear.
“Understood,” I bite out.
My body heats with humiliation, and I suddenly feel very naked before him. With shaky hands, I fold my hands over my chest to cover my breasts. His eyes flash with something sinister, but the look quickly disappears. As I jump down from the counter to look for my clothes, Leo turns and walks out of the kitchen.
My throat clogs with emotion, but I bite my lips tightly as I look for my underwear. I find my panties first, the torn material lying helplessly on the floor. Picking it up, I move over to where my bra lies. When I find my jeans, I tug them on, sans panties, with shaky hands. I crumple the torn panties into a ball and slip it into my pocket. I wear my bra before tugging my t-shirt over my head. I spot my burner phone on the floor across the kitchen. I had been so drunk with pleasure that I forgot he had taken the phone from me. I exhale a sigh of relief when I pick up the phone and turn the screen on to see that it still works.
I refuse to think about what would have happened if he had taken the phone and gone through other conversations I had with Maximo. He would have found out my secret, my true identity.
Stupid, stupid girl .
By the time I walk over to the room where my bags are, I find it hard to breathe properly. Tears threaten to slip out of my eyes, but I purse my lips tightly before putting on a pair of sneakers and leaving the apartment.
The moment I step out of the apartment complex, I take a large gulp of fresh air. Yet, I don’t feel any better. My heart feels heavy, and the weight of anger is bearing down on my chest. Different emotions swirl within me like a raging storm. My rage boils hot. I’m angry at him, but more at myself.
That’s what you get when you try to have sex with your boss , an inner voice mocks me.
Shaking my head, I begin my walk down the city streets, moving along the unfamiliar path as the roads stretch before me.
I try to forget about everything that just happened, but that is impossible. As I stroll through the bustling sidewalks, my thoughts tangle with the memories of the past few minutes. The look of disinterest in his eyes the moment he was done with me, the way I’d begged him, only to be discarded like a spoilt piece of meat.
The anger lingers, mixed with the hurt gnawing at my heart. I try to push the feelings away, focusing instead on the rhythm of my footsteps and the vibrant sights around me.
The bustling New York energy intertwines with my emotions. I focus on admiring the city’s landscape, with its towering buildings and shimmering lights. The overwhelming urge to hit something or throw darts fills me, but I’m not in the mood to walk into random bars tonight.
The cool evening breeze that brushes against my face does nothing to soothe my troubled mind. I take in the sights and sounds of the city, allowing them to momentarily distract me from the hurt. Another wave of anger washes through me when I remember that Leonardo Vitale is not worth it. He’s not worth any anger or hurt feelings. He isn’t worth any feelings at all.
Taking a shaky breath, I take my burner phone out of my pocket and call the only person I know will make me feel better. The line rings, but Maximo doesn’t answer the call. My frustration builds as I continue to call his number. After the fifth call, I realize that he might have left his burner phone somewhere else, maybe at home.
I continue to explore the streets. I don’t know how long I will walk; I just know that I don’t want to see Leo’s face when I return to the penthouse suite. Seconds and minutes pass by while I continue to walk. By the time I regain my senses, I realize I’ve been walking for more than thirty minutes. I would keep walking, but I’m scared that I’ll get lost in the unfamiliar roads. Turning back, I make my way back to the recognizable path I came from.
A sharp gasp leaves my lips as I suddenly hear a loud screech beside me. When I turn to spot the source of the sound, I see two tall men in black masks jumping down from a black van.
My heart lurches into my throat as they approach me, and at that moment, I know I’ve finally been found.
Before I think of running away, I feel a strong hand pull my hair backwards. A scream rips out of my mouth as they grab me roughly and bundle me towards the van.
A part of me considers trying to fight them off, but the more reasonable part of me knows that they’ll easily overpower me, especially as I’m pushed into the van and spot three other people seated inside.
“Who are you people and what do you want from me?” I hiss.
Nobody replies. Instead, I’m pushed to the floor of the van as the two men pin me down and tie my hands and feet.
“You are going to regret this,” I yell, even as the fear clawing at me threatens to choke me.
“Shut up,” one of the masked men grunts.
When I open my mouth to tell him off, he grips my jaw harshly and grabs duct tape from a nearby chair. The ripping sound echoes throughout the room as he tears a section and seals my lips with it.
“Blindfold her while you’re at it,” another masked man says.
I close my eyes, feeling the vibrations of the tires beneath me as a cloth is tied over my eyes. I remain there, tired and unmoving, as the van moves. Panic and fear grip my chest, but I refuse to think about what will happen when my eyes are opened.
After moving for what seems like hours, the vehicle finally comes to a stop. I hear the sound of the van being opened, and I feel those rough hands grab me again.
I wince in pain as I’m thrown over someone’s shoulder. The person walks for some time, leading me into what I would assume is a building.
A painful groan escapes my lips when my body is roughly dropped on a hard surface. The blindfold is ripped off my face, and I blink repeatedly before taking in my surroundings. Darkness surrounds the room we are in, and the only source of light is a small lamp placed on a table in the middle of the room.
Thick footsteps approach me. I raise my head, and a familiar face greets me.
Gulping, I say roughly, “Hello, Uncle.”