Chapter 21
SORA
The hard, angry, smutty sex feels intoxicatingly forbidden as Leo pounds inside me while our guests are just down the hall, waiting for us.
I shouldn’t want it like I do—I shouldn’t want him like I do.
But I can’t lie to myself. It did turn me on to have his fingers inside me beneath the table, to know he wanted to wring the pleasure from me right there in front of everybody.
He might have done it to humiliate my family, but when the passion between us is this scalding, I can’t deny it feels good to have Leo’s undivided attention. He has the world at his fingertips, and yet I’m the one he can’t keep his hands off.
It’s shocking to me how completely Leo controls my pleasure. Even when I shouldn’t, I want him, and his desire for me—to claim me whenever he wants—only intensifies my arousal.
Leo doesn’t pause even as I fall apart around him. As I throb around his impossibly thick cock, he keeps rocking inside me, urging my climax to new heights as I pant with the effort to take all of him again and again.
Our eyes lock in the mirror’s reflection, and the inferno blazing in his dark depths sets my soul on fire. I don’t know how he can keep going at this pace, but he doesn’t stop thrusting, his fingers coaxing every ounce of pleasure from my clit.
Collapsing forward against the countertop, I brace against my palms as I tremble with the aftermath of my spine-tingling orgasm. With a devilish smirk, Leo pulls out of me, the sound wet and erotic, and he grips my hips as he spins me around once more.
“You didn’t come,” I observe dumbly, confused by his choice to stop fucking me when I thought the point of our bet was to satisfy his desire.
“Not yet,” he warns darkly, hoisting me effortlessly onto the edge of the counter.
I gasp as the cold stone meets my skin, the harsh temperature jarring because he still has my skirt pulled to the side so it won’t get wet. Then he steps between my thighs, spreading them wide with his hips as he grabs the back of my neck and leans in.
He seals our lips with a searing kiss, and my lips part on a gasp.
Tongue stroking between my teeth, he deepens it, claiming my mouth as our tongues tangle.
I can taste the tang of my arousal there, from when he sucked his fingers clean at the table, and my core turns molten at the memory.
I was too angry at the time to fully process it, but he sucked his fingers clean like he might with a taste of frosting.
A greedy moan rushes from me before I can stop it, and Leo’s lips curve wickedly against mine.
His hand trails down from my neck, fingers brushing across my throat and down the crevice between my breasts before palming one.
His other arm snakes around my waist, pulling me more firmly against him as his swollen tip presses between my folds.
He’s still slick with my arousal, and the friction as he brushes against my clit makes me cry out. Thankfully, his lips are still locked with mine, and he swallows the sound of pleasure as he presses inside my entrance.
One arm holding me close, Leo slides his other beneath the fabric of my dress, palming my ass so he has complete control of my body. I grip his hips with my thighs, keeping my legs wrapped around him as he rocks into me, his hand moving my hips to make each thrust deep and earth shattering.
The heat of our passion is near frantic, animalistic—brutal even—but God, is it satisfying.
The first time he trapped me in this bathroom, I could feel the electricity between us. I could almost taste it. I dreamed about this moment before I even knew what it could be like. And to live that fantasy? It’s so intoxicatingly erotic, I feel dizzy with need.
It doesn’t matter that I just came moments ago. I’m so close to climax, each thrust sends zinging pleasure up my spine. Leo’s cock finds that secret spot each time he pounds inside me, and he’s relentless as he fucks me like these are our last few moments on this earth.
“Leo,” I moan, the sound greedy and whining because I know I can’t hold on much longer.
“Come with me, Cattiva,” he breathes, his lips brushing against mine. “I want to feel you come all over my cock as I fill you up. I’m going to leave your pussy dripping so you’ll have no choice but to think of me for the rest of the evening.”
I gasp and press my lips to his once more to muffle the sound.
Leo thrusts deeply, grinding against my clit as he surges deep inside me, and as hot cum floods my channel, the scintillating sensation triggers my own release.
I sob with pleasure as tingling bliss rushes out to my extremities, numbing my body as he chases away every last drop of tension and anger.
There is no better feeling than this—rippling along Leo’s hard length as he releases burst after burst of cum inside me.
We shudder together, his powerful arms holding me close as we share the air trapped between us.
I can feel him pulsing inside me as he comes to a stop, buried to the hilt between my thighs.
“I need to make bets with you more often,” he teases lightly, brushing a soft kiss across my lips before he pulls back to give me a playful smile.
Somewhere along the line, I forgot we were even arguing, but after what just happened, I don’t know that I have it in me to be mad anymore.
As embarrassing as it was to be fingered with our dinner guests within elbow’s reach, no real damage was done—beyond angering Kenji, and it’s nearly impossible not to do that, even on a good day.
“We need to get back to our guests,” I murmur, feeling suddenly shy about just how turned on I got.
Seeming to read right through my attempt to distract him, Leo chuckles, and slowly, he pulls out of me, releasing a flood of arousal that coats my thighs.
He tucks himself away efficiently, closing his pants and buckling his belt.
Then he pulls the bunched remains of my shredded panties from his pocket.
In the heat of the moment, I didn’t even notice him put them there after he ripped them off me.
“Don’t even think about slipping away to get a new pair,” he warns before shoving them back in his pocket.
“I want to find your pussy bare and ready for me when we get back to the room tonight. And until then, I’m going to enjoy thinking about you walking around, entertaining guests, being the perfect hostess with my cum leaking out of that deliciously irresistible pussy of yours. Is that understood?”
I swear, sometimes, Leo talks dirty enough that he could make me come with just words.
“Yes,” I breathe, my cheeks on fire as I drop my eyes, too embarrassed at the thought to look at him.
Leo’s touch is soft as he hooks a finger under my chin and lifts it so I have to meet his gaze. “You’re an addiction, Sora Chiaroscuro,” he says, his voice deep and hoarse. Then his demeanor shifts, as if the spell is broken. “Wait a minute or so before you come back.”
Then his fingers disappear from my face, and he turns to the bathroom door, pulling it open and leaving me alone in the silence that follows.
My heart is still racing, my body on fire as my head reels over what just happened.
I’ve never done anything so reckless, and as I turn to face the mirror, I know it’s going to be impossible to pull myself together enough to hide what just happened between us.
Reaching for the toilet paper, I try to clean myself up as best as I can, but there seems to be no end to the amount of arousal that rushes eagerly to wet my folds. Giving up, I try not to think about it too much as I fan my face to cool the flush of embarrassment.
To distract myself, I fuss with my hair, getting it perfectly back into place, then my dress. The hint of a mark colors my neck where Leo grazed it with his teeth, and I wish I had some makeup to brush over it. But all that is tucked away in our suite—too far for me to get right now.
Looking my reflection in the eye, I coach myself. “You can do this. Just a few more hours. No one’s going to be looking at you, anyway. Tonight is about Leo, and the men have probably all adjourned to the cigar room already, anyway.”
The thought of running into Kenji right now is nearly unbearable—the thought of standing next to Leo and pretending nothing happened even more so.
“Damn it, Sora. You are in so much trouble,” I breathe as just thinking about my brazen husband makes my pulse quicken once more.
Leo has me in the palm of his hand. He knows how to play me like an instrument, toying with my emotions to draw out the exact response in the moment, and it terrifies me.
Because tonight only proved that I’m nothing more than his puppet on a string.
Every time he touches me, I come to life. It doesn’t matter where or when or why.
I can’t seem to help but want him.
Even when I’m just a tool to be used against my family.
Just then, my father’s words from the day I met Leo rise unbidden into my mind. “Remember, Sora, you are a Tanaka—even after you’re married, we are your family. You will always belong to us.”
Suddenly, I feel like the rope caught in an ugly game of tug-of-war. I’m the instrument that’s going to either drag my family into the mud… or Leo’s.