30. Veronica
CHAPTER 30
Veronica
“What?” I gape up at him, eyes wide with surprise. “Absolutely not.”
“Why not?” he asks. The brush of his fingers ghosts against my arm. When I glance down, I find his fingertips trailing tenderly up my body. His touch leaves a line of fire that seeps into my skin.
Bringing my attention back to him, I harden my gaze. “Because you’re asking.”
“Come on, Vee.” The tone in his voice has slackened in darkness. Now, it’s light and playful. A tone that I won’t be able to turn down. And he knows it. “You don’t want to give me a show? Remember when you put on that performance in my shower back in the asylum?”
“The one where you didn’t listen?” I arch an eyebrow.
“Couldn’t help it.” He shrugs his shoulder while he takes a tiny step away from me for his fingers wander over my stomach, then to my breast, where he carefully brushes the back of his finger over my nipple. Leo peeks at me through his lashes, his voice dropping an octave. “I’ll be a good boy this time.”
I swallow hard as he shows my other breast attention, his thumb slowly circling my nipple. My teeth meet, clenching together roughly. “I’m not in the mood.”
As I attempt to turn away from him, Leo snatches my arm. “We both know that’s a lie.”
He walks backward with me still in his grasp until he steps through his bedroom door. His hand releases my arm as he lightly pushes me forward.
When he turns on the light, my eyes slide around the space—a black comforter with matching silk sheets and pillowcases, an actual headboard, which you don’t see most men have. The walls are painted white and bare of any decorations.
A shutting sound comes from behind me, causing my body to twist. When I find the noise source, Leo stands against the closed door. Muscles and tattoos are on display until he tucks his arms behind his back, and he stares at me with confidence lighting in his eyes.
“It’s in the bottom drawer.” He nudges his chin in the direction.
I peer over my shoulder at the dark, wooden nightstand beside his bed. My foot begins to tap anxiously against the floor, creating a slight rhythm to replace the silence.
When I look back at Leo, who is still glued to the door, his eyes wander over the skin visible in my pajamas—which is most of it.
“You can’t keep me here against my will.”
His eyes slowly find my face. “It’s a simple request. Show me how you make yourself come, then you’re free to leave.”
I roll my jaw, inhaling deeply, and then admit defeat. Pointing a finger his way, I warn him, “If you move from that spot, I will stop and leave with my toy.”
“Okay.”
“Do not touch me.”
“I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he says in seriousness but then smirks. “Unless you can’t satisfy yourself, and you beg for my help.”
“I won’t beg for your help.”
“We’ll see.” That smirk holds his face firmly as he gestures towards the nightstand again.
Huffing out an annoyed breath, I walk over and remove it from the drawer. Tossing it on his bed, I hook my thumbs into my sleep shorts and let them fall to the ground. When I step out of them, I kneel on the bed and crawl to where I will lie.
“Your shirt, too,” he orders once I’m on the bed. “I want to see all of you.”
Holding his attention for a second, I grip the hem of my shirt and peel it over my head, not missing how his eyes linger on the scar he gave me.
With my legs spread, I position myself on the bed, back against the headboard. Leo’s eyes don’t leave the space between my thighs as hunger drips from his dark gaze. His lips part as the breaths that leave him are heavy, causing his chest to move quickly.
I was lying before. I'm always in the mood whenever I’m in Leo’s vicinity. It doesn’t matter what we could be doing. There is something about him that ignites that burning fire inside me.
Lining the head of the dildo at my entrance, I keep my eyes on his face while I push it in. It sinks in deep, pulling a moan from my mouth as I stretch around it, but I don’t dare close my eyes. No matter how much I want to.
Leo’s chin dips forward, almost meeting his chest. His tongue pokes out past his lips, wetting them while he shifts on his feet. From his body language alone, I can tell he is holding himself back.
His willpower is held on by a thread.
“This is hard for you, isn’t it?” I ask, plunging the dildo deeper. “Watching me like this. Wanting to touch me, but knowing you aren’t allowed to.”
“Mhm.” He hums, nodding leisurely while his eyes remain on how I’m working the toy.
“What a good boy you are.” That catches his attention. His dark gaze slides to mine. I bite my bottom lip with a smirk.
At that, he whimpers, and it might have been the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
“The best.” His tongue darts out, coasting along his bottom lip.
I wish his tongue was on me right now. Inside of me instead of this toy that is not meeting my needs. The images of his face between my thighs reel through my mind as I thrust the toy in and out. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I picture him lapping me up.
“What are you thinking about?” His voice is husky, leaking with desperation to be on the same bed as me.
“You,” I breathlessly answer.
“Better be.” Leo shifts, causing my eyes to open because it makes me think he is coming near me.
He isn’t, though. He is still posted against the door. I allow my eyes to wander to his shirtless body, moving down to his boxers, and stop when my attention is on his cock.
He’s so big. And this dildo doesn’t fill me the way he would. Groaning in agitation, my eyes close again.
“Look at me,” he demands, and I immediately obey, meeting his heated gaze. “Are you thinking about my mouth? My fingers? Or maybe what it would feel like to have a real cock inside of you instead of that fake one.”
He grips the bulge in his boxers tightly, hissing at the feeling. I continue to work the dildo, pushing it as deep as it can go but not hitting the spot I’m desperate for it to hit.
Leo must see the frustration appearing on my face because he smirks. The hand that has a hold of his cock begins to move slightly as he massages himself. Then he stands tall, back leaving the comfort of the door.
“Stay.” The warning doesn’t come out as harsh as I would have liked. But I blame it on my heavy breathing.
“I’m not a dog, Vee.” He chuckles. “Beg for me to help you.”
“Beg?” I stop the movement of my wrists, narrowing my eyes at him. “ I’m not a dog, Leo.”
“No, but you are a filthy little bitch who sounds so good when she begs.” He inches closer to the bed, only stopping when the end of the mattress hits his legs. “That thing obviously isn’t doing it for you. How many times has it made you come? Minus the video you sent. And you only had a release because you were thinking about me.”
“Shut up.”
“Answer the question.” His voice turns cold for a second. The palms of his hands meet the bed. When I don’t respond, he breathes a heavy sigh of annoyance. “If you don’t want to answer, then tell me that you need my cock to push you over the edge.”
I shake my head profusely, eyes reaming shut. “No.”
The problem is, I want him to fuck me. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since I got my head on straight after running. He consumed my mind, body, and lack of soul.
At first, I thought it was the guilt eating away at me. It could have been, but it was something else, too.
“Little angel.” His soft voice forces me to open my eyes. His features have softened from the hard edges that took over when he was demanding. “I want to be the one to make you come. Let me do that for you. Please.”
My breathing is uncontrollable. My mind is all over the place, but one thing I’m sure about is that I need him inside of me.
Nodding, I watch his shoulders sag in relief. Leo doesn’t waste another second before he climbs onto the bed. With my legs still spread, he kneels between them. Reaching his hand down, he removes mine from the base of the toy.
With his gaze lowered, he begins to thrust. “What are you doing?”
He doesn’t even glance at me when he says, “I’m going to make you come.”
“But—I thought?—”
“You thought I was going to have sex with you? I would love to bury myself into your pretty cunt, but you need to learn patience, Vee.” His eyes fall between my legs, and he whispers, “You’ve always been so damn impatient.”
The words get knocked out of me when he drives the dildo deeper than it’s ever been before. Out of reflex, my hand flies down to his wrist while the other clutches the bedspread. I gasp as he does it repeatedly.
“There you go, baby,” he praises. “You look so beautiful taking it like a good girl.”
“Leo!” I gasp again when he picks up the speed.
“Tell me when you’re about to come.”
“Now!” I almost yell the word but swallow the scream that I want to unleash.
Leo rips the silicone out of me, and for a moment, I’m scared he brought me to that edge and is going to leave me stranded. But when I look up and meet his eyes, he sinks himself inside of me.
“ Fuckkk, ” he moans out.
It’s something I knew I was missing, but I didn’t realize how much I was missing it until this moment.
I stretch around him, and hell, does it hurt, but still feels so damn good. He watches me in awe and glances down where we are connected as if he can’t believe we are in this position again.
Leo only thrusts twice, and I’m seeing stars. The mix of him being the one in control to now feeling his cock sends me over that edge. And I hope I never come back.
He stills himself, cursing under his breath as he watches the orgasm take over me. My body shakes beneath him. My breathing is frantic as I return from the Heavens only he can take me to. Once I’m somewhat calm, he pulls out and gets off the bed.
“Thought you weren’t going to have sex with me.”
“I only wanted to feel you come around my cock, Veronica.”
“You didn’t finish?”
“After two thrusts?” He raises an eyebrow. “Pretty sure we both know that I last longer than that.”
“Well, then, let me help you.” I push off the bed and crawl towards the edge.
Leo takes my chin into his hand, smiling softly. “Don’t worry about me. Could you give me that?” He points to the toy. “I’ll clean it off before you leave.”
When he releases my face, I reach behind me to grab the dildo that is coated in my arousal and then hand it to him. He leaves me in the room, where I redress myself. I walk into the main living space with my shorts and sleep shirt back on.
“Here you go,” Leo says, holding the dildo out to me.
I hold my hand out for him to hand it over, but when he does, it’s in two pieces. “What the fuck?”
“Oops,” he says with a hint of mockery.
“You cut it in half? Are you being serious right now?”
He shrugs nonchalantly. “Do you want me to say sorry? Looks like you’ll just have to use that Slater guy’s fuck money to buy you a new one.”
I don’t hold back the laugh at his jealousy. “Good thing I have my vibrator.”
“Do you?” His voice is taunting.
My brows dip in confusion, and I step around him, heading toward my apartment. Swinging his door open, I enter my place across the hall. As soon as I get into the bedroom, I yank open the nightstand drawer to find my vibrator missing.
Twisting around furiously on my feet, I see Leo following me and leaning against the door frame.
“Give it back.”
“Nope.”
“Leo, I swear to Satan!”
“You’re not getting it back. It’s hidden away where you won’t find it.”
“I will turn your entire apartment inside out,” I threaten.
“Never said it was in my apartment.” Walking backward out of my room, Leo flashes me a wicked grin. “If you want it that bad, have fun turning your entire apartment inside out.”