Chapter Twenty LEO
Ifelt her shiver the second the words left my mouth. And God, I loved that I could do that to her. One sentence. One touch. One look. That was all it took to make Chiara unravel for me now.
The realization settled somewhere dark and possessive inside my chest while I watched her standing there beneath the soft amber lighting of the penthouse, blonde hair loose around her shoulders exactly the way I liked it.
Her cheeks were already flushed, blue eyes wide and uncertain as she stared up at me.
Nervous. Wanting. Beautiful enough to make me violent.
“Leo,” she whispered carefully. “Will you be gentle with me?”
I slid my hand higher along her waist until my fingers settled against the curve of her ribs beneath the silk fabric of her dress. Her breathing changed. Too fucking responsive.
“I’m not sure. You’ve spent days begging me,” I murmured. “Crying for me. Looking at me like you wanted me to ruin you.” I leaned closer, watching her lips part instinctively. “And now you’re wanting gentle?”
Her cheeks deepened in color.
“I wasn’t begging,” she muttered weakly.
I laughed softly.
“No?” My thumb brushed slowly against her side. “Could’ve fooled me, bellissima.”
Her pulse fluttered visibly in her throat. The thought should have satisfied me more than it did. Instead, after today, after watching her with Sienna, after hearing her talk about her mother, something uglier had settled inside me.
Something deeper tshan possession. Need. I hated it.
My fingers curled slightly against her waist. “Tell me something.”
Her lashes lifted carefully toward mine. “What?”
“Did you think about me after I stopped touching you?”
The silence answered before she did. I watched embarrassment flood her face all over again. Watched her thighs shift together unconsciously beneath that dress. Fuck.
“You did,” I realized darkly.
Chiara looked away. “You’re arrogant.”
“That wasn’t a denial,” I smirked.
“You think every woman wants you.”
“No,” I said honestly. “Just you.”
That shut her up. Good. I reached for the zipper at the back of her dress slowly, eyes never leaving hers while I dragged it down inch by inch. Chiara’s breath caught.
“You’re trembling,” I murmured.
“You make me nervous,” she said.
My mouth twitched slightly. “That’s not the only thing I make you.”
The dress slipped from her shoulders with painful slowness. Creamy skin emerged beneath the silk little by little until I finally pushed the fabric down entirely and let it pool around her feet. Jesus Christ.
I’d seen her naked before. But tonight felt different.
Tonight she wasn’t fighting me with the same fury.
Tonight she was standing there flushed and breathing hard while my gaze dragged slowly over every inch of her body.
Waiting for me. Her body nearly snapped the last thread of restraint I had left.
“You’re staring,” she whispered.
“I’m trying to decide how much self-control I still have,” I muttered. Her stomach tightened visibly at that. Cute.
I stepped closer until she had to tilt her head back to keep looking at me. My hand slid into her hair slowly, gripping just enough to make her gasp softly.
“You know what drove me insane today?” I asked quietly.
“What?”
“The way you looked at me with Sienna,” I murmured.
Her expression shifted slightly.
“You kept forgetting to hate me,” I continued softly. “Every time you laughed, you looked guilty afterward.” My thumb brushed her lower lip. “Like you were terrified you might actually like your husband.”
Chiara swallowed hard.
“You confuse me,” she whispered.
“I know.”
“You’re cruel and awful.” Her voice softened slightly. “Then you hold Sienna like she matters more than anything.”
Something sharp twisted low in my chest. “She does matter.”
“So do you,” she whispered before she could stop herself. The words hung between us. Heavy. Dangerous. I felt my control slip another inch.
“Chiara,” I said quietly. “I’m not going to be gentle. I don’t do gentle.”
Her blue eyes widened slightly like she realized too late what she’d admitted. “I-I’m scared.”
“Do you want this?” I asked roughly, and her lashes fluttered. Closed. Open. Looking up at me like I was her damnation and savior all at once.
I kissed her before she could take it back. Not rough this time. Slow. Deep. Hungry in a way that felt almost dangerous now because I couldn’t separate possession from emotion anymore.
Chiara melted against me with a soft broken sound that nearly destroyed my self-control completely.
I walked her backward slowly until the backs of her knees hit the bed.
Then I pushed her down carefully beneath me, watching her blonde hair spill across black silk sheets while her wide blue eyes stayed locked on mine.
“You still scared?” I murmured against her mouth. “Scared of your husband?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good girl.”
“Make love to me,” she breathed. I paused. Glanced up at her through narrowed eyes.
“Don’t do that,” I warned.
“Do what?” she gasped.
“Be cute when I’m trying to stay in control.”
Her lips curved into a small smile despite everything. “Maybe I want you to lose control.”
Jesus Christ. I kissed her harder then. All teeth and hunger while my hands explored every curve of her body like I’d memorize her skin through touch alone.
I pulled back just enough to watch her face while my fingers circled around one of her nipples, pinching just enough to make her arch her back into the touch with a sharp gasp.
“Leo, please,” she begged again.
“Shhh,” I murmured. “Let me take care of you. I’ll show you what a good husband I am.”
Her body shuddered as I lowered my head to take her breast into my mouth instead. She tasted incredible. Like flowers and sugar. And desire. So much fucking desire that I was drowning in it.
I worked her over slowly with my mouth while my other hand slid down the flat plane of her stomach. Chiara’s hips rolled against the bed restlessly, like she couldn’t get close enough to me. Like she wanted more.
I smiled against her skin. “So demanding. But we already know you love this, don’t we?”
“Please,” she begged. “I want more. I-I want… y-your cock. Inside me. Now.”
That was it. That was the end of any pretense of self-control. I slid lower down her body until my shoulders settled between her thighs, spreading them wider while her entire body went rigid above me.
“Leo, don’t hurt me,” she yelped.
“Shhh,” I murmured again, pressing a soft kiss against the inside of her thigh. “You’re going to take what I give you. And you’re going to like it.”
I could feel her tremble. I could see how wet she already was. How badly she wanted this. Wanted me. And fuck, I wanted to ruin her.
“Say my name again,” I said roughly.
She hesitated. Then, “Leo. Please.”
That was all I needed. I licked her slowly from bottom to top.
Chiara cried out sharply, her hips bucking into my mouth while her hands fisted in the sheets above her head.
I smiled darkly against her. So responsive.
So perfectly responsive. I did it again.
Slower this time. Lingering. Savoring the taste of her while she writhed beneath me, making soft sounds that drove me insane.
“More,” she pleaded.
I pulled back slightly. “I already told you. You take what I give you.”
Her expression twisted with frustration and need. “I can’t take it anymore. Please…”
I laughed softly. “You’re still begging. See? I knew you couldn’t resist me.”
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment but didn’t deny it. Good girl. I leaned forward again and circled her clit slowly with my tongue. Her entire body bowed off the bed with a sharp cry.
“Right there,” she gasped. “Leo… Put it inside me.”
I hummed against her, watching her fall apart slowly piece by piece. I was hard enough to hurt. Hard enough that I knew I’d barely last once I finally got inside her. But watching her like this? Watching her completely lose control under my hands, under my mouth? That was almost better. Almost.
I slid one finger inside her slowly. Chiara gasped, and I could feel her inner walls clamping down even from behind her virginity. So fucking tight. I made sure not to break the seal at her entrance, careful to save it for my cock.
“Relax,” I murmured. “Be a good, patient girl for me.”
“I can’t,” she managed.
I smiled. “Good thing you don’t have to wait much longer.”
I moved my finger in a slow, steady rhythm, matching the movements of my tongue against her clit until her entire body was shaking uncontrollably. Her breath hitched. Her hips rolled rhythmically against my face, chasing something she couldn’t name but needed desperately.
I stopped before she could come. I wanted her orgasm coating my dick for the first time. I wanted my seed spilling out of her only so I could push it back into that sweet cunt with my fingers. I wanted to breed her so deep she’d feel me inside her for days.
Chiara cried out in protest. “Why did you stop?”
“Because I want you to come with me inside you,” I said simply. Her blue eyes widened at that, understanding dawning. “This time, you’re going to squirt on my cock.”
I moved back over her slowly, settling between her thighs while her breath hitched nervously. I looked down at her flushed and beautiful, spread open beneath me like she was made for this. Made for me.
I lined myself up with her entrance slowly, watching her face as I pushed into her inch by agonizing inch. She was impossibly tight. Hot and wet and perfect around me like she was made to take me. To keep me.
“Leo,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. “It hurts!”
“Shhh,” I murmured. “Relax, baby. Let me in.”
She moaned, her head falling back against the sheets as I pushed deeper. Finally, I was fully seated inside her. I stayed still for a long moment, letting her adjust to my size while I fought to maintain control.
“You’re so big,” she whispered.
“Told you I’d stretch you,” I got out through gritted teeth.
She shuddered around me at that. God, she was perfect. Perfectly responsive. Perfectly mine. I started to move slowly then, pulling out almost entirely before sliding back in even deeper. Chiara cried out with every thrust, her hips rising to meet me like she couldn’t get close enough.
“You feel that?” I murmured. “How well you take me?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Tell me.”
“I-I… No, please.” She broke off with a sharp cry as I hit a particularly deep spot. “Leo, more!”
“Look at you. Ventura’s perfect little princess falling apart for a Moretti,” I said with dark satisfaction. “Tell me you’re my good girl.”
“Your good girl,” she gasped. “Your favorite girl.”
I smiled. That was it. That was exactly what I needed to hear. I started to move faster then, driving into her harder with every thrust while her cries grew louder, more desperate. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The sound of her moaning my name like a prayer.
I shifted slightly, changing the angle of my thrusts. Chiara’s body arched sharply off the bed with a scream. There. Right there. I hit that spot again and again, driving her closer and closer to the edge until she was shaking uncontrollably beneath me.
“Leo, please.” She broke off with a choked sob. "It hurts."
"Only the first time," I grunted, pulling my shaft free. It glistened in the dimmed lights, coated with the blood of her virginity. I swiped my thumb over my tip, bringing it to my lips. "I'm the only man who gets to taste this."
"Don't," she cried out, outraged. But I was going to enjoy this fully.
My lips wrapped around my thumb, sucking her innocence off. "Blood and sugar."
My tongue swept the rest away, and then I positioned myself at her entrance again.
I drove forward and Chiara's back arched, a choked gasp escaping her lips.
The head of my cock pushed past her tight entrance, her inner walls clamping down around me like a hot, velvet fist. I paused, giving her a moment to adjust to the intrusion, to the sheer size of me.
"Relax," I murmured, my voice a low rumble. "Let me in. All of me."
She let out a shaky breath, her body slowly unwinding. I took that as my cue and sank deeper, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth, relentless glide. Chiara cried out, a raw, primal sound that went straight to my cock.
I pulled back, almost withdrawing completely, before I drove forward again, harder this time.
I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust forcing a gasp from her lips, her body rocking with the force of my movements.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, scoring my skin, but I barely registered the pain.
All I could focus on was the feeling of her, hot and slick and impossibly tight around me, the sound of our bodies coming together in a wet, rhythmic slap.
"Leo," she gasped, her head thrown back, her blonde hair a tangled mess on the black sheets. "Leo, please..."
"Please what?" I snarled, my hips snapping against hers. "Please stop? Or please don't ever stop?"
She didn't answer, her breath coming in ragged pants, her body a taut bowstring of pleasure and pain.
I could feel her nearing her peak, her inner walls fluttering around me, her body tensing in anticipation.
I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, deliberate circles.
"Come for me, Chiara," I commanded, my voice harsh. "Come all over my cock."
That was all it took. With a piercing cry, she shattered, her body convulsing, her inner walls clamping down on me like a vise. The sight of her, lost in the throes of her orgasm, her face a mask of ecstasy, was my undoing.
With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, my own release tearing through me, hot and endless. I spilled myself into her, marking her from the inside out, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
"Take it all," I hissed. "Take my seed. Fucking take it all inside you."
Deep down, I knew I wanted it to take. I wanted to see her belly swell with my child, a living, breathing proof of my possession. A tiny life that would forever tie her to me, a beautiful, inescapable chain.
And it had nothing to do with my father’s will, and everything to do with my beautiful wife.
I grabbed her by the chin, not willing to pull out yet. Chiara’s hazy eyes locked onto mine, whimpering little moans escaping her lips.
“Now,” I said sternly. “I want you to put your legs up on the headboard. I’m going to make sure every single drop of my cum ends up inside you. I’m going to destroy you from the inside out, baby. And you’ll never want anything else.”