Chapter Seven #2
I decide that’s my cue and I sit down in the empty space beside Leona. I can still feel the heat from when Matthew was sitting there, and I feel a flash of anger which I swallow back. I won’t give Matthew the satisfaction of thinking he has bothered me.
“Matthew and his little henchmen can be dangerous,” I say. “You’re best off staying well away from them.”
“He seems OK,” Leona says.
“You think that now because you’ve only seen the nice side of him. Trust me, there’s another side, a side that comes out if anyone crosses him,” I say.
Leona smiles and looks down at her drink.
“What?”
She shakes her head, but she looks back up at me. “I was told something very similar about you,” she says. “And I gave you the benefit of the doubt, remember.”
“Yeah, you probably should have listened to whoever warned you about me and run for the hills, but you didn’t.
So now you have to listen to me. Valens and The Hawks are long-standing enemies and now Matthew thinks you’ve picked a side.
He will allow you to get close, he’ll have a laugh with you and let you think you are his friend.
Then, one day, he will need something from one of us at Valens and he will use you to get it,” I say.
“Spoken like someone with lots of experience in using people,” Leona says.
I nod in agreement and Leona’s eyes widen.
I snort out a soft laugh. “What? You thought I would deny that?”
She looks into my eyes, and she takes my breath away. I can feel myself getting hard just looking at her soft features. I can’t help but imagine her face screwed up in painful ecstasy as I slam into her.
“Did you use me last night?“ she asks, her voice so quiet I have to lean in closer to hear her. As I bend, I smell her. She smells of vanilla and something citrusy, a perfume or shampoo or something. Beneath that, I can smell the heat of her skin and it might be my imagination, but I’m almost certain I can smell her pussy, when she mentions last night.
I shrug my shoulders in answer to her question. “I suppose you could say we used each other,” I say.
Her cheeks flush and I want to reach out and touch them. I want to fuck her until she screams my name. I want to own her. I want to hear her crying my name, and begging for mercy as I make her come over and over again.
“What happened to Tilly?” Shawn asks, cutting through my thoughts.
“She left,” Damien says. “You know what she’s like, flitting between people until she finds someone to entertain her needs.”
“Yeah, and Zander made it pretty clear that wasn’t going to be him — this time,” Lucien butts in.
“Any time,” I say quickly.
We sit chatting and all the while I’m hyperaware of Leona beside me. After I finish my second drink, I stand up.
“I’ll go get us another round,” I say.
“Nah,” Damien says. “This party blows. Let’s go back to Valens House.”
There’s a general murmur of agreement and the four of us and the three girls head back to our place.
We settle in the main lounge downstairs and the drinks are soon flowing, and a joint is passed around.
A few other people join the fun and before I know it, we seem to be having another party.
I go with it, and turn the music up. Someone breaks some lines of cocaine and the party really gets started.
I’m not interested in any of that though. I am only interested in Leona.
After an hour or so, I watch as Leona stands to go to the bathroom.
I wait a moment and then I follow her up the stairs.
There are several bathrooms up there, but I saw Damien give Leona directions to our private bathroom, the one reserved for us and our VIP guests.
I make small talk and greet people as I go up the stairs.
A couple who are making out at the top of the stairs jump apart when I pass them.
I ignore them and carry on. I go to the private bathroom and wait outside the door, like a hunter waiting for his prey. Before long I hear running water and Leona steps out humming to herself.
If she is surprised to see me standing there, she hides it well. “Stalker much?” she says.
She goes to step around me, but I am not having that. I growl in anger at her flippant attitude and grab her by one wrist before pulling her back into the bathroom. I lock the door and stand in front of it.
“What the hell are you doing?” she demands.
“I believe those boys are a bad influence on you,” I say with a hard smile. “I think I’m going to have to teach you a lesson about what happens to girls who play with fire.”
“Excuse me?” Leona says.
“You heard me,” I say.
Our gazes lock.
“I can’t say I’m a fast learner,” she says.
That does it. I reach out and grab her, I slam her against the wall beside the door. She tries to break free, but she doesn’t stand a chance against me. I laugh at her efforts, and she glares at me.
“I like it when you fight me, remember?” I say with a grin. “It only makes me harder.”
“Fuck you!” she snaps, letting loose with her fists.
I let her pummel at my chest with those little fists for a moment and then desire overcomes me and I can’t wait any longer to teach Leona her lesson.
I lift one arm and put my forearm across Leona’s throat and push back.
She stumbles back the step she gained and ends up pressed against the wall, again.
I push my arm against her throat a little more.
A startled groan slips from her lips. I’ll stop when I know I have applied enough pressure to worry her, but not quite enough to stop her from breathing.
I know Leona is strong, but I am stronger. And this is what she wanted and needed. Before she can start fighting again, I push her jeans down with one hand and then her panties.
Twisting her around, I push her forward until she catches herself against the sink.
“Spread your legs.” I say, and she obeys my command.
I bite my cheek to keep the groan inside as I run my hands down to her perfect ass. My dick is so hard it aches, and it takes all my self control not to thrust into her from behind.
Instead, I smack her ass hard.
“Oh” she takes a sharp inhale and her body stills in surprise. “What are you doing now?” her complaint is muffled.
“I’m going to help you remember who you belong to,” I say through clenched teeth.
I spank her again, and again, until her skin is red from my handprints, and hell, I can hardly believe when I hear a moan of satisfaction escaping her, her voice trembling with anticipation.
My hands glide over the smooth skin on her belly, then up on the inside of her silky thighs.
I push my fingers between her slick, wet lips and begin to rub her clit.
Her head thrashes back and forth, and I rub her until she is on the verge of her climax and then I stop and move my fingers away.
She makes a frustrated sound in the back of her throat.
Damn, that’s hot.
“More?” I ask.
She only glares at me. I take a step back and the word comes out, unwilling and clipped: “More.”
I run my fingers along the outside of her lips, tickling her. She writhes and bucks, not trying to get away now, but trying to put the pressure back on her clit.
“You think you’ve earned that yet?” I ask, smiling.
She glares at me harder.
I feel my cock throbbing painfully. I want to fuck this girl so badly, but not yet. I will not reward her insolence by fucking her. She hasn’t earned that yet.
I keep teasing her until she is whimpering.
“Say please,” I say.
She clamps her lips shut, then thinks better of it: “Please.”
I relent a little and push two fingers into her tight little cunt.
It’s wet and slippery and my fingers move in and out of her with ease.
I want to hurt her. I want to punish her, but I want it to be the sort of pain she can enjoy.
I don’t want to hurt her in a way that she’s going to need sewing back together.
The fact I want her to enjoy this hits me again as bizarre and it’s all I can do not to laugh out loud at the sheer ludicrousness of it.
Leona scratches at the back of my hands and the sharp sting of her nails sends a lustful shudder through me.
I can’t let her get away with it though.
I lower my head to her chest and suck one of her nipples into my mouth and I bite down on it.
She makes a sound that could be appreciation or could be the beginning of asking me to stop.
I move my fingers back to her clit to finish her off. I wait until I feel her muscles clench and I know she is close, then I tighten my grip on her throat. Her eyes widen. I catch a flicker of panic there, but beneath it is something darker. Hunger. Need.
Her breath turns shallow as pleasure crashes through her body. She claws weakly at my wrist, not trying to stop me anymore, just holding on as the orgasm tears through her. A broken moan spills from her lips and her body trembles violently against mine before I finally loosen my grip.
She drags in a ragged breath and another wave of wetness coats my fingers.
I take my hand away from her clit and catch her as her knees buckle. She slumps against me, gasping and half crying.
“You… you could have killed me,” she says when she has got herself a little bit more under control.
I laugh. I can’t help it, and Leona pushes herself up and off me. She’s a little shaky still but her legs hold her.
“Why is that funny?”
“Because you’re so dramatic. If I wanted to hurt you, you’d know it,” I say. “That wasn’t a murder attempt. That was a lesson for you to remember. When you are mine, you don’t go off to parties like that without me.”
“Is that so?” Leona says with a raised eyebrow. “Who said I’m yours?”
“I did, just now.” I say, surprising myself as well at my admission, although I don’t show it.
She frowns at me, but it doesn’t feel real. I can see that she is pleased and that she enjoyed herself despite her protests.
I realize who she reminds me of. Me. She is like me. Not just in that she is strong and cunning but in the way she blends pleasure and pain together. She has a wild animal inside of her, but unlike me she hides it well. But no longer. I have seen it and I intend to set it free.
My cock tingles at the thought of it.