35. Desperate Times
CHAPTER 35
DESPERATE TIMES
Nisa
I stand in front of the closet, sifting through my clothes with a tightness in my chest. Nothing feels right. I need something sexy but not too revealing, enough to make Marc believe I want to be there, but not enough to make my skin crawl more than it already does.
I hate this. Hate that I have to pretend. Hate that I have to step into that clubhouse and act like I belong when all I want is to be here, with Leo.
My fingers graze over a low-cut top, something I’d never wear around those men under any other circumstances. With a frustrated sigh, I yank it from the hanger, stare at it for a long moment, then drop onto the bed. My stomach twists, my body tense, but before I can spiral too deep, I feel his presence.
Leo steps into the room, and I don’t even have to look up to know the kind of energy he’s bringing with him. The air shifts, thickens. He’s barely holding it together, his frustration crackling like a live wire.
I tilt my head up, meeting his stormy gaze, and something inside me settles. I know what he needs. What I need.
Slowly, I rise from the bed, letting my body move with purpose, every step deliberate. His eyes track me, dark and burning, as I close the distance between us.
"You know what I’ll be thinking about when I’m in that clubhouse?" My voice is low, sultry, meant just for him. His jaw flexes, but he doesn’t speak. He’s waiting.
I take another step, close enough to feel the heat radiating off him. "When they touch me, I’ll be thinking about you." My fingers trail lightly up his chest, feeling the way his body tenses. "When they talk to me, I’ll hear only your voice."
His breathing deepens, controlled but barely. I press closer, my lips just a breath away from his. "You’re the only one who matters, Leo. The only one who ever has."
That’s all it takes.
With a growl, he captures me, his mouth crushing against mine in a kiss so intense, so consuming, it steals the air from my lungs. His hands grip my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I melt into him, letting the fire between us burn away everything else, every fear, every doubt, every ugly thought about what I have to do.
Right now, there’s only him. Only us.
And for as long as this moment lasts, I let myself drown in it.
I push against him, trying to take control of the situation, but instead, he slides his hand around my neck and turns us so I'm against the wall.
I gasp, my fingers digging into the muscles of his biceps.
This is what I want. This is what’s going to make sure I stay focused. I just need a little bit of him.
A deep hum vibrates up in my chest, and he responds with a growl of his own.
"You're not supposed to be affecting me like this," he mutters against my lips.
"I'm the only one who knows you the way I do. I'm the only one who can make you feel like this," I whisper.
He smirks and presses another scorching kiss against my lips. Before I can take a deep breath, he slides his lips down my jaw and presses his mouth against my neck. He nibbles there for a second, not enough to leave a mark, but I can tell that he wants to.
I don’t have time. I have to get to the Hands of Hell clubhouse, and if I'm late, I'm sure Marc is going to have something to say about it.
The intensity ramps up, and I grab hold of his shirt, ripping it off his body. He doesn’t even flinch. Instead, he reaches for my pants, unbuckling them quickly. They’re shoved down my legs, and I kick them to the side.
"You better make sure that none of them get a hand on this." He presses his palm against my warm, wet pussy. Instantly, my insides flutter, as if my body already knows I’m about to get the sex of a lifetime. Every time with Leo feels like the best.
Not that I have anything to compare it to. Nor that I want to.
He doesn’t even bother pulling my panties off. Instead, he just rips them away and tosses the fabric to the side along with my discarded pants.
"Fuck, yes," I groan and let my head fall back against the wall.
"Hold on, sweetheart. Just hold on," he grunts, quickly undoing his pants. He’s already breathing hard, like he’s racing to get inside me. If this is what he needs to feel better, he can go as fast as he needs to.
He hooks one of my legs and lifts it high enough that I have to stand on the tiptoe of my other foot. I’m barely holding myself up.
Not that I have to. Leo is taking care of everything.
He slams into me. Hard. Nearly too hard. I squeeze my eyes shut and let the initial pain subside.
Leo thrusts into me over and over, my back thumping hard against the wall. There’s no questioning what we’re doing in here.
"I've waited so fucking long. I need all of you," Leo grumbles in my ear as he continues pumping into me.
"Take it all. Take all of me, Leo," I whimper as my body tenses and the pressure builds up inside me.
Every nerve in my body fires off as I gasp and do as he asks. He told me to hold on, and that’s all I can do.
The first orgasm rips through me so hard my legs go completely limp, and Leo has a hard time keeping me up. It doesn’t faze him. Instead, he drops us to the floor, wraps his arms under my back, and hunches over me like an animal.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck!" he booms, his entire body clenched. Just seeing him like this is enough to send me closer to the edge once again.
My eyes roll back, and I feel the fireworks going off in my body.
I can feel my body clenching around him, gripping him like I never want to let go. The intensity between us is suffocating, wrapping me in a heat so consuming it blurs the line between pain and pleasure.
My body is already sore from the first time we had sex, my muscles aching from the way he took me, but this… this is something else entirely. It’s raw, unrelenting, like he’s trying to brand himself into me, trying to make sure I remember exactly who I belong to before I walk out that door.
I do. I could never forget.
"Fuck, Nisa," Leo growls, his breath hot against my skin as he drives into me one last time, his body tensing above mine. I gasp, nails digging into his back as I feel him spill into me, his release triggering my own. A final shudder racks through me, and for a moment, everything fades away—Marc, the Hands of Hell, the fear clawing at the edges of my mind.
There’s only us.
Leo collapses against me, his weight pressing me into the floor, grounding me, anchoring me in this fleeting moment of peace. His breathing is heavy, uneven, his chest rising and falling against mine as he struggles to catch his breath.
"You better come back to me," he murmurs, pressing a soft, almost desperate kiss against my cheek. His voice is hoarse, rough with emotion. "Do you understand?"
I nod, but it’s not enough for him. He cups my face, forcing me to meet his gaze. His dark eyes burn into mine, searching for something I can’t give him—certainty. A promise I don’t know if I can keep.
I swallow hard, my throat tight. "I’ll do everything I can." It’s the best I can offer, and from the way his jaw flexes, he knows it.
I reach up, tracing my fingers down his still-clothed back, wishing I could freeze time, make this moment stretch on forever. I want to sleep, to curl up in his arms and pretend that the world outside this room doesn’t exist. That I’m not about to walk into danger, into the arms of men who would hurt me without a second thought.
But I can’t.
Reality is waiting, and I can already feel it creeping back in, poisoning the air between us with unspoken fears and the weight of what’s to come.
So I do the only thing I can do. I hold Leo tighter.
I may not be able to get out of this mess with Marc without going through some danger but at least I can pretend.