Chapter Eighteen
Lorena
My heart rams against my rib cage as Leo silently stares at me. His face remains expressionless as he drinks me in with his dark brown eyes. The seconds feel like hours, and my body prickles with a mixture of arousal and nerves.
Finally, he speaks.
“What are you doing?”
His voice is gruff, with a stiff edge to it.
I don’t answer him immediately. Instead, I extend one fishnet-clad leg out of the box. Leo’s eyes darken as I step out fully before slowly walking towards him.
In my four-inch heels, my face is just a few inches below his. A mere tilt of my head would make our lips meet.
“You know,” I whisper, “I’ve always wonder why you’ve never kissed me.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as I trail one manicured nail down the length of his neck, stopping at his collar button.
“I simply don’t kiss. I owe you no explanation,” he grits through clenched teeth as I move to the second button.
Before I can continue, his hands grip my wrists firmly.
“Oh, really?” I tease, flashing a mischievous smile. “Well, I think we need to do something about that, don't you think?”
“You didn’t answer my question,” he bites out harshly, his warm breath fanning my face. “How did you even manage to get this… job?”
“How does Marco get his girls?” I shoot back.
Annoyance flares in Leo’s eyes. “Don’t play with me, Lorena.”
“Why don’t you kiss?” I ask daringly again, changing the topic. “Is it a germaphobe thing? Or are you a bad kisser? You probably don’t want all the women you fuck to know what a bad kisser you are…”
“None of the women I fuck care about whether I kiss or not,” he hisses.
Hot, thick jealousy rolls through my body. I know that Leo isn’t inexperienced when it comes to sex. However, hearing him mention the women he fucks sends a violent surge down my spine.
“Well, you have never fucked me before, so I’m different,” I say.
Dark eyes meet mine, and he stares at my face for a bit before pushing me away.
“And I don’t plan on fucking you. Ever,” Leonardo grinds out before walking past me.
The rejection stings. He hasn’t even looked at my body for longer than ten seconds. His gaze has been nothing but irritated and annoyed. He probably regrets ever spending ten thousand bucks on that mystery box.
I can’t forget the excitement that thrummed in my veins when Leo bid on the black box. When Marco came into the dressing room, right before we were put into the boxes, he’d been shocked to see me. Without me telling him anything, he told me to get into the black box. Black was Leo’s favorite color, and Marco claimed Leo always made logical and predictable choices when it came to things like this.
Turns out, Marco hadn’t been wrong. Now, I’m beginning to regret even signing up.
Remember your plan , a voice in my head whispers.
Right.
I swallow and I turn to see him running his hands through his hair.
“Wait,” I gasp. “What if you don’t kiss because you’ve never kissed a woman before?”
Leo raises his head to look at me, and a dark chuckle slips out of his lips.
“What’s funny? I’m trying to figure you out, here,” I say, placing a hand on my hips.
“Don't waste your energy trying to figure me out. No one's ever truly seen the real me. And I don't plan on changing that now.”
“Well, then I'll just have to come to you,” I declare, determination in my voice. “I'll break down your walls till you can’t take a single breath without thinking about me. No matter how long it takes. I want to be a part of you. I want you to think about me day and night. I want you to want me, just as I want you. Let me in, Leo. Show me I'm not crazy for wanting you.”
His eyes follow the movement, and I almost smirk at the dark look pooling within his brown orbs. Before thinking, I walk towards him with a slight sway of my hips.
“I know you feel it,” I purr, tracing my fingers along the leather of his belt.
My high heels give me the advantage of reaching his ears. Gripping his shoulder, I bite his earlobe before whispering, “This connection that we have. I see it in your eyes. I know you want to fuck me, Leo…”
The moment the words slip out of my mouth, Leo’s hand reaches up to grab my jaw in a firm grip.
“Letting you moan my name doesn't give you the right to address me formally,” he growls, but his eyes never leave my lips.
“What do you want me to call you, then?” I ask. My hands reach forward as I place both hands against his chest. My palms caress the material of his dress shirt, feeling the hard ridges of his muscles beneath my fingers.
“Master? Don? Sir…” I suggest, testing his reaction.
His jaw clenches, his grip tightening on my face. “You’ve been staring at my lips for minutes now. Seems like you want to kiss me,” I tease softly.
Leo's response is immediate. “I actually want you to shut the hell up,” he snaps.
“Then shut me up. I know you know how.”
Leo curses under his breath before letting go of my face. I instantly miss his touch, but I remind myself that I shouldn’t enjoy this too much.
Grinding his jaw, he takes a seat on the sofa behind him, spreading his legs. Then, his eyes slowly trail up my frame. His dark eyes drink in every inch of my body, from my red stilettos to my long legs clad in fishnet tights. When they get to my hips, they darken, and I catch him clenching his fists. Wetness pools between my legs as a pleasant shiver runs down my spine. His eyes trail up to my taut stomach, over my transparent bra, and finally to my face.
I don’t wait for him to say anything. Instead, I step closer until the front of my legs brush the sofa and I’m standing between his spread legs. A low hiss leaves his lips as I kneel before him. When I run the sides of my face over his groin, I feel his firm grip on my hair.
“Don’t tease me, Lorena,” he says through clenched teeth.
I regard the sharp edges of his face, the rise and fall of his chest and the large bulge he’s currently sporting in front of his pants. Inhaling a deep breath, I move my hands to his belt and quickly undo the buckle. My fingers shake slightly as I unzip his fly. With a low groan, he slips his hard dick out of his briefs.
It's long and thick, and I feel myself getting wetter by the second as I take him in.
A low groan slips from his lips as my hand wraps around his length. He is hot, thick and warm, making my mouth water. As I stroke him slowly, his breathing quickens and his grip on my hair tightens.
Tugging my hair backwards, he growls, “No teasing, Lorena.”
Without wasting any further time, I lower my head and take him into my mouth. He groans again as I suck down on his length, moaning softly at how thick and juicy it is. I feel him wrap my hair around his wrist, and something about the movement makes me wetter if that is even possible at this point.
“This fucking hair,” he grunts as he guides my face up and down his cock. “Drives me nuts.”
I rub my thighs together in a bid to relieve some of my arousal, my moans muffled by his dick in my mouth.
Leo’s hips start moving in earnest, thrusting forward into my mouth with every downward stroke, making me moan louder. My hand curls around the base of his dick, squeezing lightly but firmly enough to make him grunt. His movements become faster, his breath more ragged.
His fingers are tightly intertwined in my hair and he’s gripping my scalp harder now, using it as a leash.
“Look at you,” he murmurs hoarsely as his thumb caresses a stray tear falling down my chin. “All quiet and obedient. You like that, don’t you?”
Shuddering, I moan against his throbbing dick.
Leo leans over me, his lips finding my ear.
“What did you just say?” His eyes gleam with evil. “That’s right. You can’t say anything…”
I reply by sucking harder, bobbing my head against his length. He growls lowly, tightening his hold on my hair and jerking his hips upward.
He starts rocking again and the vibrations send shivers through my body and up my spine. The sensation feels so good, so primal.
In the blink of an eye, he pulls my head back and lifts me off the floor. Heavy footsteps pad against the floor as he carries me to the bed.
A soft gasp leaves my lips as I’m thrown onto the bed with a soft thud. Before I can blink, Leo grabs my ankles and flips me over to my stomach.
“On your hands and knees, Lorena,” he says in a commanding tone. I turn my head to glance at him and my eyes meet his. I gulp at the intensity of his stare. He isn’t just handsome. He looks dangerous and unbreakable, mine to ruin.
As I get into position, the bed dips under his weight before he presses his body onto mine. My ass rises higher, brushing against his dick. I close my eyes as I enjoy the feeling of his erection pressing against my ass cheek.
I almost shudder at the feeling of his warm hands caressing my ass cheeks through my tights. In the next second, a rip sound echoes in the air as he tears the fishnet open at my ass and pulls my thong off my body.
“Oh, Leo,” I moan when his fingers slide into me.
“Did you get this wet from sucking me off?” he murmurs as he strokes his fingers in and out of my pussy.
When I don’t answer, he pulls on my hair, bringing my back up against his front.
“When I ask a question, I want you to fucking answer,” he growls. “Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” I moan, grinding my ass against his fingers.
Muttering something incorrigible, he pushes me back on my hands. The next ripping sound I hear is when he tears the condom packet and rolls one onto his dick.
“You are mine now,” he groans as he plunges into me.
I moan as he slides in and out of me at a rhythmic pace, his fingers digging into my waist. A gasp escapes my lips as I feel a slap against my ass cheek. The pain stings first before the pleasure washes over me. My toes curl as he slams into me, and soon, I’m moving back to meet his pelvis thrust for thrust.
Slapping sounds fill the air, with my wanton moans and Leo’s grunts in the background. At some point, my head falls over, making my ass perk upwards as I whimper into the pillows.
“Your body is mine now, Lorena. No one else touches you, do you understand?”
I moan my answer into the pillow, which earns me another hard thrust.
Whimpers escape my lips as Leo’s hand comes between us to caress my clit while relentlessly thrusting into me. A choking sound escapes my lips, his breathing quickens as he increases the tempo, causing the bed to bounce with our weight.
“You like this, don’t you?” He drawls in a husky voice.
“Yes,” I cry out as his finger circles my clit, his dick still plunging inside me.
“Please, Leo,” his name slips out of my mouth.
I don’t know exactly what I’m begging for. The pleasure is too strong and intense, bringing tears to my eyes. He pounds me hard until I can’t take it anymore.
I moan loudly as my body shudders against him. Leo follows suit, a loud grunt leaving his lips. Our bodies come undone, our moans and groans echoing throughout the room.
I collapse into the bed as Leo falls beside me, gazing into the ceiling. After a beat, I feel his fingers on my face, turning me to face him.
“You are mine now,” he repeats in a gruff voice, staring deeply into my eyes.
“From now onwards, I will have you whenever I want you. You belong to me, therefore, no one else gets to touch you, not even your little boy toy,” he hisses.
I swallow thickly before nodding in approval.
He caresses my face, a sharp contrast from how he fucked me a few minutes ago, before getting up from the bed and walking into an adjoining room.
A shaky exhale leaves my lips. It’s my turn to look at the ceiling now. My thoughts are a mess, but there is one thing I know.
Things can never be the same. Not after this, and especially not after what I plan to do.