Chapter 20 Leo
LEO
“Thank you all for coming to celebrate this occasion with me. I look forward to joining the ranks as a don of such prestigious families,” I say, raising my glass as I keep my toast short and sweet. “Saluti.”
“Saluti,” the guests repeat, glasses clinking as I retake my seat.
“If you’ll excuse me,” Sora breathes as soon as conversation resumes around the table.
I catch one glimpse of her expression as she slides her chair back and makes a beeline for the door. My gut wrenches when I see the tears in her eyes, the shame plainly written across her face. The guilt that surges through me is so intense, it knocks the air from my lungs.
It was mean to use her like that. I knew it even as soon as I chose to do what I did, but my hatred for her family and my father’s warning are driving me down a petty path. It’s bringing out the worst in me, and I don’t like it.
Dropping my napkin on the table, I rise, excusing myself as soon as Sora’s out of sight.
Following her into the hall, I get a powerful sense of Deja vu at the sound of her heels echoing across the marble floor. The flash of green silk is my only confirmation that she’s disappeared into the first bathroom once again, and the door closes with a heavy thud.
Sighing heavily, I make my way to her and knock on the dense wood that separates us.
“Sora?” I ask when no one answers. “Open up.”
“Go away, Leo,” she commands coldly, but I can hear the tears in her voice.
“Not until we talk.”
The door wrenches open with enough force to warn me how angry Sora is, and as she glares up at me, I can see the streaks her tears have left down her cheeks.
“I don’t want to talk to you,” she hisses. “You humiliated me. And for what? So you could piss my brother off?”
Glancing down the hallway to make sure no one’s coming, I grab the door and force my way inside the bathroom, just like I did the night before our wedding. And just like that night, I close us in together as I trap Sora between my arms, her back against the door.
“In case you’ve forgotten,” I warn darkly, “you’re my wife, and I can do whatever the hell I want with you, whenever the hell I want, wherever the hell I want.”
Tension crackles to life between us as I lean closer with each word, getting in her face.
Color stains her cheeks, and that same fiery anger that I find irresistible ignites in her eyes.
“No,” she says flatly, her defiance catching me by surprise. “You don’t get to use me like that. Never again.”
She’s still flustered by what happened in the dining room, her skin flushed from her climax, and I know that even if it made her mad, even if she’s too embarrassed to admit it, being touched like that, in a room where anyone could catch us, turned Sora on as much as it did me.
“Use you?” I purr. “From what I could tell, you quite enjoyed my reward. So, what’s the harm if I got under your brother’s skin as a bonus?”
“What if someone noticed?” she hisses.
“What if they had?” I tease, pressing my body against hers as my lips hover a hair’s breadth from her skin. “Don’t tell me the thought didn’t excite you.”
A choked scoff rushes from her, and I know she wants to deny it, but she knows better than to lie to me.
“You are such an ass,” she says finally, her voice too breathy to hold a punch.
“I think you’re just getting defensive because you liked it,” I tease, brushing my lips along the curve of her throat.
Her head tips slightly, exposing her neck to me as if on instinct as her breath catches, and goosebumps rise in the wake of my touch.
“No,” she argues, her denial too quick to be sincere.
Releasing a low chuckle, I lightly nip the lobe of her ear. “Alright then, let’s bet on it. If I’m right, then I get to fuck you right here and now.”
“And if I’m right?” she challenges, her cheeks blushing a tantalizing shade of rose.
“I’ll go apologize to your brother right now.”
That seems to be an offer good enough that she can’t refuse, and I smirk because I know I’m going to win this one.
“And do you intend to prove anything?” she counters.
“Oh, Princess, don’t you know me at all by now?” I tease, reaching between us to find the slit in her dress once more, and I boldly reach between her thighs.
Sora gasps, her jaw dropping open as she realizes how easily she walked into my trap. This time when she grabs my wrist, she’s willing to put all her strength into stopping me. “Leo, don’t—”
But she’s too late, and as I palm her hot sex, I can feel the wet arousal that’s soaked completely through the flimsy fabric of her panties.
“You’re positively dripping, Cattiva,” I tease.
Sora turns her head away from me, her eyes dropping to the floor as she refuses to look at me. Humiliation colors her face all the way out to the roots of her silky raven hair, and I want to crush the emotion before it drives a wedge between us.
“Don’t be ashamed,” I murmur, grasping her chin with my free hand and turning it so she has to meet my eyes.
“Making you come in front of everyone like that—watching you work so hard to stay silent—it made me so hard. I could have ravished you right there on the table,” I promise, pressing into her with my hips so she can feel just how excited I am.
“I love how responsive you are, Cattiva, how you can’t help but come for me. ”
Sora’s eyes darken as she takes a shuddering breath, and the temperature of the small bathroom skyrockets with my sudden and intense need to bury myself inside her.
Curling my fingers around the lacy fabric of her panties, I give a violent yank, and my cock throbs at the sound of ripping fabric harmonizing with Sora’s stunned cry.
“Leo!” she gasps, her eyes flying wide as I grip her hips and turn her to face the vanity mirror. “What are you—”
Guiding her hands to the edges of the counter, I plant them there and meet her eyes in the mirror. “Did you forget our bet already, Princess?” I tease, undoing my pants as I pull out my throbbing erection. Then I flick the silky layers of her skirt aside, revealing her perfect ass.
“If you don’t want anyone to know what we’re doing, you might want to stay quiet,” I warn as I press my foot against the inside of her shoe, spreading her legs so I have a perfect view of her glistening pink folds.
Then I line my cock up with her hot, wet entrance and thrust inside.
Sora whimpers, her lips pressing together as she tries not to make a sound, and I bite back a groan of pleasure as her pussy clenches around me.
We don’t have the luxury of taking our time right now.
It won’t be long before people notice our absence, but there’s no way I’m letting her walk out of here without coming on my cock first.
Gripping her skirt and hip with one hand, I reach around Sora with the other as I slam inside her, our skin slapping wetly together as I take her hard and fast.
“Is this like what you imagined the night before our wedding?” I rasp, teasing her clit with my fingers.
“No,” Sora gasps, her knuckles turning white as she grips the counter and her hips rock back into me with enthusiasm. “It’s so much better.”
Christ.
She’s starting to take the initiative about talking dirty, and even though it still catches me off guard, hearing her say the way I fuck her is better than she imagined drives me wild.
My cock throbs dangerously inside her, but I can’t slow down.
I’m ravenous for her pleasure, crazed with the need to be buried in her warmth, and the sight of my shaft, slick with her arousal, plunging inside her again and again, unleashes a beast inside me.
“Come for me, Sora. I want to feel you come all over my cock like the perfect little princess you are,” I command, looking into the mirror to see the ecstasy written across her face.
Sora’s lips part in a silent cry, her hips bending over the counter as she takes me deep inside her.
It gives me the perfect view of her breasts spilling over the top of her beautiful dress, the picture so sensual, I can hardly believe this is the wife I get to take to bed every night.
And as she falls apart around me, her back arches in the purest display of pleasure.
I groan, the need to pour my seed inside her overwhelming, but I’m not done with her just yet. Let the dinner guests wait. My family can entertain them.
Right now, all I care about is pleasing my wife.