Chapter Twenty-One
Lorena
It’s hard to remember that I’m on a mission when Leo slides his dick against my wet folds, his large hands gripping my waist tightly as he slides into me. He grunts as his length sinks inside my wet heat, and I spread my knees further apart so I can feel every angle and dip of his cock inside of me.
I moan, gripping his shoulders as he pumps in and out of me at a slow, torturous pace. The sound echoes off the walls around us, loud enough for me to hear over my heavy breathing and the pounding drum of my heart.
His thumb rubs circles on my waist as he pumps his hips into mine, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine. I run my hands down his chest, suddenly annoyed by the fact that he’s still in his clothes while I’m completely naked.
“Take your shirt off,” I order him.
His eyes flash with something dangerous before he brings his hand to my neck.
“Did you just order me, Lorena?” he asks, his voice low and dangerous.
I don’t know what comes over me, but the next word that slips out of my lips is a breathy, “Yes.”
Leo makes a deep sound in his throat before bringing his head down to kiss my neck. I moan as his teeth graze against the sensitive flesh, and when his hands find my breasts, I moan out loud.
“I think you need to be a little bit more polite,” he rasps against my skin, dragging his tongue down to my chest.
I release a choked gasp as he takes one breast into his mouth, taking his time to bite and swirl his tongue around my nipple.
“Please,” I choke as I bury my hands in his hair to keep him in place.
The way he moves slowly in and out of my pussy and the way he roughly kisses and bites my breasts gives me whiplash. I’m a mess, writhing and trembling in his arms.
“Good girl,” Leo murmurs, and I hate the way my toes curl as dark pleasure rolls through me.
Leaning slightly backwards, Leo gives me the privilege of watching his fingers work at the buttons of his silk pajama shirt. His body looks languidly sensuous under a sheen of sweat that has already begun to cling to the flimsy material. I watch with dark eyes as he starts from the topmost button, undoing that one before swiftly popping the next two open. The shirt opens in the middle with each movement, revealing a tatted, ripped chest and strong collarbones. It is a simple white t-shirt.
Bracing one elbow on the desk behind me, I use my free hand to circle my clit. A low groan falls out of his lips as he watches me. I spread my legs apart further and take him an inch deeper inside me before bringing my fingers back to my clit again, stroking and soaking my fingers in my wetness.
“You’ll be the fucking death of me,” Leo breathes, his voice husky with arousal. His fingers work the rest of his buttons until he finally shrugs the shirt off his shoulders.
I swallow as I take in the intricate ink tattoos on his skin. Dark red and black lines of ink snake from his shoulders down along his biceps and across the expanse of his chest and taut stomach. I trace their path with my eyes, drinking him in until I reach my full.
“Happy now?” Leo asks, his voice rough with lust.
I can only manage a loud moan because he grabs my hips again, stepping closer and burying himself deep into me.
This has crossed the border of merely fucking, and it slowly heading towards something else, something scary to admit. It’s slow, sensual, and… intimate.
Leo’s head lowers to rest against my forehead as his fingers continue to run up and down my sides.
“Fuck yeah, babe, you feel good.” His husky voice is a low growl from within my ear.
My stomach tenses slightly at the nickname. First, it was ‘princess’, now it’s ‘babe’? It’s scary, not just because it’s intimate, but because of how my body seems to like it.
I throw my head back, partly because I want to stop looking at his handsome face and partly because he’s now thrusting into me at a deeper angle. He pulls my hips towards the edge of his desk and holds me still as he continues to pump his hips in quick succession.
The friction is incredible, the muscles of his arms flexing as his chest rises and falls rapidly against my breasts with each deep thrust. My whole body is pressed up against him, and it feels amazing.
One hand leaves my hip, moving to cup my jawline as he tilts my face up so our lips can meet. I love his drugging kisses. I love his taste—a perfect mixture of whiskey and mint. We both groan softly into the kiss, our warm breaths intermingling as we press closer together. I tilt my head to kiss him better, wrapping an arm loosely around his neck and holding him in place. His other hand grips my thigh and squeezes lightly as he starts to pound faster into me, faster than before.
My breath hitches in my throat and I gasp, throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes closed in ecstasy as he slams into me hard. My hip bucks against the desk as I cry out, my legs shaking and my orgasm finally rolling through me. I hold him tightly with my nails biting into his bare skin as I ride out my orgasm.
A grunt leaves his lips as he comes undone and collapses onto me. Our bodies are covered with sweat. I can feel it dripping down the side of my face, along my neck and down my spine.
A small yelp leaves my lips as Leo pulls my body downwards until we are both lying on the floor of the study. I giggle as he pulls me on top of him and presses light, tickly kisses along my jaw, face and neck.
“You’re being so sweet all of a sudden,” I say, which brings a smile to his lips.
“Being so serious all the time gets tiring, don’t you think?”
A shiver rolls through me as he brings his hands to my ass and starts caressing the skin softly. I bite my lower lip to contain my moan as one finger slips between my cheeks, running from my asshole down to my pussy.
“Maybe I should fuck you here next time,” he murmurs, spreading my cheeks to caress me further.
A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest when he takes in the expression on my face.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
Then he tsks. “Such a dirty girl.”
Bracing my hand against his chest, I look down at his face.
“Do you cuddle with your other lovers after fucking them?” The question slips out of my lips before I can stop it.
“They leave immediately,” he grunts.
Before I can say anything, he adds, “Why do you care so much about the previous women I’ve been with?”
Leo’s question manages to bring me back from my lust-filled craze. I shouldn’t be thinking about other women he has had sex with or comparing myself to them, yet the thought that he makes them leave immediately gives me a weird satisfaction.
“Are you jealous, princess?” he drawls, pulling my hair behind my face to look at me.
“I am not jealous,” I tell him, but the glimmer in his eyes tells me that he doesn’t believe me.
“Mm. I think you are,” he grins, flashing me his teeth.
I press a kiss on his forehead, then on his cheek and neck. Maybe to distract him, maybe to distract myself from the sudden way my heart starts pounding rapidly against my chest.
Burying my head in his neck, we lay there for what seemed like hours. Leo’s arms are around my waist, holding me firmly above him. With my left hand, I draw circles on his neck, while my right hand reaches for the trench coat on the floor beside me. I find what I’m looking for almost immediately. In the inner pocket of the trench coat is my pistol, with a silencer attached to its barrel.
Killing Leo would be easy. Once I grab the gun, I could shoot him easily in the neck or forehead. With my body already on top of his, I have a better advantage at ending him quickly.
My fingers graze against the cold, hard surface of the gun.
Why can’t I just grab it? Why can’t I just kill him?
I withdraw my hand from the trench coat, burying it in Leo’s hair as I release a shaky sigh.
My stomach plummets at the realization.
I cannot kill Leo, because I love him.
The thought hits me like a hard brick, and I wait for the shock or the dread that follows.
Nothing.
Instead, I feel at peace. There’s an indescribable calm that washes through me as I finally accept my feelings.
However, the calm lasts for only a few minutes because my phone bings at that instant. There is only one person who would message me on my burner phone. Leo’s body stirs beneath me as I grab my phone from the second trench coat pocket.
Maximo- Missing you like crazy, Laura. Wanna meet up?
Maximo's message flashes across my screen, and suddenly, a chill creep over me. It's absurd, feeling this way, especially considering I was sent to end Leo’s life.I do miss Max intensely so why am I flooded with remorse over spending time with Leo?
It’s probably guilt for indulging in Leo's company while Max is still part of the equation. I shouldn't be feeling any form of regret, but I do. And although I can't quite pinpoint the reason why, I can't shake the feeling that I'm betraying Leo, even though we haven't even established the parameters of our relationship.
Leo stirs beside me, his voice groggy and husky. “What's wrong?” he asks.
“N-nothing,” I shake the feeling of dread off me.
But inside, my mind is a whirlwind of fears and uncertainties, each one more terrifying than the last.
What if Leo discovers the truth about Max and does something dangerous to him? What if I can’t kill Leo and my uncle kills him first? Should I confess everything to Leo? Would he be able to forgive me? What if he's already aware of the truth? And even if he forgives me, can I truly trust him?
And the biggest one of all. Can we have a real future together?
“Come here.”
All thoughts vanish from my head as Leo pulls me towards his hard chest. I bury my face into his chest as he runs his fingers down my back.
“You’re being incredibly touchy today,” I say in a bid to lighten the mood, to lighten the darkness in my chest.
However, Leo’s voice takes on a serious edge as he says, “You are mine. I’ll touch you whenever and however I want.”
I gulp as his reminder warms my ear. I look for any form of protest in my body and find none.
I want Leo to own me, to possess and dominate me in every way possible. I also want him to love me, to cherish and worship me.
Leo’s warm breath meets my ear again as he speaks, “As long as you are mine, no one can cause you any pain or harm.”
It’s almost like he can read my mind or sense that something is bothering me. My chest flutters rapidly at his words, and a part of me wishes that things could be different between us. I briefly imagine what our lives would be like if there were no mafia wars, bloodshed and enmity.
I can't bring myself to kill him. I don't know why I ever thought I could.
As Leo's breathing gradually slows into the rhythm of sleep, I cautiously reach for my phone once more. With trembling fingers, I type a message to Uncle Pedro, fully aware that it might start an even bigger firestorm of consequences.
Me- I can't do it. I don't want to. Please, let's just walk away from this.
With a heavy heart, I hit send, knowing that my decision could potentially change everything. But I'm willing to risk it all if it means Leo and I could have a chance at a future together.