Chapter Fifteen CHIARA
Isat frozen beneath Leo, my ruined lace panties hanging in ribbons against my thighs while the knife glinted loosely in his hand. The cold silver blade should have terrified me. Instead, all I could feel was him.
His heat between my legs. His massive body crowding mine into the mattress. The scent of expensive bourbon and smoke clinging to his skin beneath the roses and candle wax filling the suite.
My breathing wouldn’t steady. Neither would my heartbeat.
Leo stared down at me like he was trying to peel apart my skull and look directly inside my thoughts.
“I knew something was wrong the second you walked up to the altar,” he said quietly.
My stomach twisted violently. I looked away. Big mistake. His hand caught my jaw again, rougher this time. Not enough to hurt. Enough to control.
“Look at me when I take you,” he demanded. I hated how quickly my eyes obeyed him. “What happened, Chiara?”
“N-Nothing,” I stuttered, hating myself for my weakness.
“That’s a lie.” His voice dropped lower now. Colder. Dangerously calm. I swallowed hard against the pressure building in my chest. I would not tell him. I wouldn’t become the reason blood spilled tonight. I’d already ruined enough. “Chiara.”
The way he said my name made heat slide low through my stomach despite everything. I despised myself for that. Leo studied my face silently for several long seconds. Candlelight flickered across the hard lines of his jaw while his dark eyes searched mine with terrifying intensity.
Then his gaze dropped. Down my throat. My chest. My spread thighs. The ribbons of ruined lace. The hunger that darkened his face made my pulse skip painfully.
“You’re still wet for me,” he murmured. “Second time I’m seeing you like this and your words deny it, but we both know how much you want to be taken.”
Humiliation scorched straight through me. I instinctively tried closing my legs, but his large hands spread them wider again.
“No,” he hissed. The single word wrapped around my throat like silk. My body reacted traitorously.
Heat flooded between my thighs as his palms slid slowly higher along my bare skin. The roughness of his hands against the softness of my thighs made my breath catch despite how hard I fought it.
“You hate me so much,” he murmured softly. “And your cunt still leaks for me anyway.”
“I don’t want this,” I insisted.
“Another lie,” he smirked. “At least you’re fighting me again. I love how stubborn you are.”
His thumb dragged deliberately through the slick heat between my legs. A broken gasp escaped me before I could stop it. Leo’s eyes darkened.
“There she is,” he muttered. “My innocent little wife.”
I covered my face, horrified by the sound that had just come out of me. His hand slid around my wrist slowly. “Don’t hide from me.”
“I hate you,” I whispered again weakly.
“You keep saying that while dripping all over my fingers,” he said. Heat exploded across my entire body. “Tell me to stop. You know how much I love that.”
I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. Because the horrible truth sat thick and burning inside my chest. I didn’t want him to stop. Even after the lies. Even after the humiliation. Even after he ruined my life.
Something was deeply wrong with me.
Leo watched realization break across my face slowly, and something almost possessive flashed in his expression. His thumb stroked through me again. Slower this time. The wet sound of it filled the candlelit suite obscenely loud. My thighs trembled.
“That’s what I thought,” he said softly. “This time, you can’t even deny it. When will you beg for me again, Chiara? Where’s the desperately needy little fiancée who bared herself for me?”
Then he dropped the knife carelessly onto the sheets beside me.
The metallic clink made me jump slightly.
Leo noticed. But instead of mocking me for it, his large hands slid slowly up my thighs again, spreading me wider against the black silk while he lowered himself back onto his knees between my legs. The sight alone nearly destroyed me.
A man like Leo Moretti should never kneel. Yet there he was between my thighs in a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, dark tattoos exposed beneath candlelight while he looked at me like I was something he wanted to consume. My pulse hammered so violently I could hear it.
“You went quiet again,” he murmured. “Give me more, Chiara. I want it all.”
“I’m trying not to…” I whispered.
“Not to what?” he demanded.
Want you.
The words nearly slipped out. I bit them back hard enough it hurt. Leo leaned forward slowly, his mouth brushing the inside of my thigh. Not where I needed him. Close enough to make my body ache for it anyway. A shaky breath escaped me. His lips curved slightly against my skin.
“There’s my wife,” he said proudly. “My good, obedient little slut.”
Then his tongue dragged slowly along the sensitive inside of my thigh. My back arched. “Oh God, please, Leo, don’t… Don’t stop.”
The sound slipped out before I could stop it. Leo groaned softly beneath his breath at my reaction, and the dark sound curled low through my stomach like smoke.
“There you fucking are,” he murmured. “Hidden under all that lace. All fucking mine now.”
Heat pulsed violently between my legs now, humiliating and impossible to control. His hands tightened around my thighs before his mouth moved higher. Closer and closer.
But every time I thought he’d finally touch me where I needed him, he pulled back slightly instead. Teasing me. Torturing me. My breathing turned ragged embarrassingly fast.
“Leo,” I whispered shakily.
“Yes, bellissima?” he growled.
The pet name wrapped around me like heat. “Please, more.”
The second the words left my mouth, his eyes flashed darkly upward toward mine.
“Sweet, innocent little toy,” he said again softly. “I knew you were still in there.”
Then finally, his mouth touched me properly. Pleasure detonated through my body so hard I nearly cried out. I jerked against the sheets, fingers tangling in the black silk beneath me while Leo held my thighs open firmly, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
His tongue moved slowly at first. Deliberately. Like he was savoring me. The rough scrape of stubble against my inner thighs combined with the sinful heat of his mouth made my entire body shake.
I had never felt anything like this. Never.
Every movement of his mouth sent another devastating pulse low through my stomach. My head fell back helplessly against the pillows as pleasure spread hotter and hotter beneath my skin.
“Please don’t stop, Leo,” I said again. “Show me what you feel like inside me.”
My voice sounded wrecked already. He groaned softly against me at the sound of his name on my lips, and the vibration nearly made me lose my mind.
“Leo, please,” I begged. “Put your cock in me. Stretch me. Show me how to come…”
“That’s it,” he murmured against my skin. “Keep begging. Keep going. Keep being a good little slut for your husband. Let go for me, baby. Fill my mouth.”
I shouldn’t have. I knew I shouldn’t have. But my body was betraying me completely now. My hips moved helplessly against his mouth. Leo’s grip tightened. A dark sound rumbled from his chest.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “You taste so sweet when you stop pretending you don’t want me.”
Tears burned behind my eyes. Not from fear. From the horrible realization that he was right. Because for these few unbearable moments beneath his mouth, I wasn’t thinking about what Angelo had told me. Or Papa. Or the lies. Or the wedding.
I was only thinking about my cruel husband. The man between my thighs ruining me so thoroughly I couldn’t even remember why I hated him anymore.
I cried out when his mouth closed over my glistening pussy harder this time, the sound tearing from my throat before I could stop it.
My entire body jolted against the mattress while Leo held my thighs apart like he intended to keep me exactly where he wanted me. Open, shaking, unraveling beneath him.
“Such a sweet, innocent, obedient girl,” he growled against me. “That’s my fucking wife.”
Heat crashed through me violently. Too much. Too fast.
His tongue moved with slow, devastating precision, and every drag of it sent another pulse low through my stomach until my legs trembled uncontrollably around his shoulders.
I could barely breathe anymore. I tightened my grip with my thighs, remembering our first meeting as my hands slid into his hair, forcing, pleading for more of the pleasure he was doling out.
The candlelit suite blurred around me, reduced to black silk sheets, gold light, and Leo between my thighs. “Please, Leo! God, please let me come!”
He groaned softly at the sound of his name and the vibration nearly destroyed me. His large hand slid up my stomach possessively, fingers spreading beneath my ribs while he held me down through the shaking.
“Look at you,” he murmured darkly. “So fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me. This is what I’ve been craving. The sweet taste of your submission.”
I hated how much the praise affected me. Hated the way my body reacted to his voice, his touch, his filthy words. My hips lifted helplessly against his mouth again. Leo smirked against my skin.
“That desperate already?” he asked. “You were crying ten minutes ago, bellissima. Now you’re grinding against my face like you need my tongue circling your clit more than your next breath.”
A whimper escaped me. Because it was all true. The realization humiliated me almost as much as it consumed me.
His fingers dug harder into my thigh as his mouth worked me deeper into madness, slow and merciless like he enjoyed watching me break piece by piece beneath him.
My head tossed back against the pillows.
Tears burned behind my eyes again from the overwhelming pressure building tighter and tighter inside me.
I knew I was close, even though I’d never felt it before.
The low, unbearable tremble of an impending orgasm was tearing through my body, wrecking my mind.
“Leo,” I pleaded weakly. “Please put your dick inside me…”
“No,” he hissed. “I will have you come apart on my tongue first. What do you need, Chiara?”
“You know,” I whispered.
“Say it.”
My face burned hot. “Please make me come with your tongue.”
His dark laugh rolled through me like smoke. “Such a filthy little thing beneath all that innocence. My dirty little wife, begging for me to lick her sweet cunt until it erupts for me.”
Then his mouth moved faster. Aggressive tongue flicks against my center made me grip him with my thighs, overwhelmed with pleasure as I repeated his name over and over again.
And then he started sucking on my clit. A part of me I’d been to scared to explore by myself.
The heat was intense, and I felt myself throbbing as he grazed his teeth against my most sensitive part.
Pleasure hit me so hard I nearly sobbed.
My back arched sharply off the mattress while my fingers clawed desperately at his hair.
I couldn’t think anymore. Couldn’t breathe.
Every nerve in my body tightened unbearably as Leo kept licking me through the shaking, groaning softly like he enjoyed the taste of my desperation.
“That’s it, Chiara” he said roughly. “Let go for me. Shower me.”
The pressure snapped violently.
I cried out his name as the orgasm tore through me, hot and devastating and completely uncontrollable.
My thighs shook around his shoulders while wave after wave crashed through me so intensely it hurt.
Leo held me through all of it, his grip firm and possessive while he dragged me higher and higher until I couldn’t stop trembling.
His tongue was still lazily flicking against my clit, and he groaned as he tasted me.
Like an addict, he lapped at my orgasm until my body felt consumed by fire.
And then, something else happened. Something I didn’t even know was possible.
“Oh my God, no!” I cried out as a wave of pleasure rolled over me. I looked down in time to see my pussy erupt in a torrent of… water? Pleasure?
Heat flooded between my thighs in a rush so intense my entire body jerked with shock. I gasped sharply, horrified, as pleasure shattered through me again. Leo froze for half a second before a dark, almost savage sound left his throat.
“Fuck,” he growled. “First time my mouth is on your cunt and you squirt.”
Humiliation scorched straight through me as I realized what had happened. “I’m sorry, I…”
But he only tightened his grip harder, eyes burning into mine as he lifted his head slowly from between my legs.
His mouth glistened in the candlelight. The sight nearly killed me, made worse as he licked his lips, groaning at my taste, savoring every drop of the shameful waterfall that had somehow erupted from a place I’d locked up long ago.
“I knew you’d be perfect,” he said hoarsely. “Just wait until you squirt from having my cock inside you.”
I covered my burning face, mortified beyond belief. But Leo caught my wrists and pinned them gently into the mattress above my head.
“No,” he said darkly. “You don’t hide after giving me something that beautiful.”
I couldn’t even look at him. His expression shifted into something almost frightening then - not cruelty, not mockery. Obsession. Pure possession. Leo stared down at me like he’d just watched something sacred break open beneath him.
“You came apart for me,” he said quietly, almost reverently. “Like your body was waiting for me.”