The way she clamped down on me had the muscles in my thighs shaking, pressure mounting. Leni was aggressive with her counter thrusts, and I knew I wouldn’t hold out much longer.
With a resounding slap to the ass, I pushed her chest into the mattress and pumped harder. A breathy whine fell from her lips with every hard stroke as she fought to remain upright. The hand finger fucking her pussy was the steadying limb she was missing, so I helped her out by wrapping a fist into her wet hair and yanking her up.
“You look so fucking beautiful with my dick so deep inside you. I want you to see yourself fall apart for me, Leni.”
She blurted out something in Greek, voice strained as she began to contract. “That’s it. Let go.”
Too spent to stay upright, she started to crumble, but I wound her hair tighter in my fist and fucked her until we were both lying shoulder to shoulder, attempting to catch our breaths.
Turning to look at her, I leaned on my elbow and watched as she closed her eyes.
“Nothing to say.”
She shook her head, now pensive.
“Russell Whitney’s not real,” she said randomly, eyes still closed. “Whoever it was wouldn’t have given their real name. It’s like chasing a ghost.”
“We’ll find them. You found me.”
Leni twisted toward me, mimicking my position.
“All I did was show up. You simply took the bait.”
She knew damn well what she was doing in that dress.
Twenty-Seven
SILAS
Irested on the door frame just off the ensuite, admiring a still-sleeping Helena. She was on her stomach, a blanket covering only her bottom half. There was something oddly serene watching her like this—all her worries, grief, and the stress of our situation momentarily forgotten as I trailed up the curve of her back where the sunlight from a nearby window kissed her beautiful bronzed skin.
I wasn’t sure what to make of the things she made me feel. Mainly because it was absolute madness, considering the circumstances of how we met and everything that came after. But she’d somehow managed to burrow her way under my skin. The physical attraction was a given. Leni was exquisite. Beyond looks and the tough-as-nails exterior, there was something so alluring about her vulnerability and how she cared for those closest to her.
Kai’s visit had shaken me in more ways than one. I’d wanted to tear his fucking head from his body, especially after learning they had an intimate past. I was jealous and felt like he was encroaching on what was mine. I still tasted her in my mouth when he’d shown up at the door and saw her in nothing but a towel. My male pride raged against the competition. But as the hours passed, both had made it abundantly clear that neither held an interest beyond friendship.
“No…no…” Her soft whines were barely above a whisper as she became unsettled in her sleep. I was by her side in the next breath, my feet carrying me there before the thought could fully form.
“Leni,” I called, gently pushing hair strands behind her ear. “You’re dreaming, love. Wake up.”
Her face pinched into one of anguish, tears pooling at the corner of her eye before rolling off the bridge of her nose.
“No…please, Papa, no.”
I kissed her shoulder and stroked her back, slowly coaxing her awake. Opening her eyes for only a split second, she folded into herself and hugged her knees.
“Hey, I’m here. It was just a dream.”
She shook her head, more tears falling onto her pillow. “No, it wasn’t,” she murmured. “He’s really gone.”
I couldn’t refute that, nor did I have the words to ease her pain. She was still very much grieving, in her own way, but it was also worrisome. Leni bottled up a lot of emotions. The way she could turn them off and on was almost a superpower. But the key always turned and unlocked those trap doors. I feared that one day, she’d let all her demons out at once.
“You’re up early,” she said suddenly, swiping at the remaining moisture in her eyes.
“You know it’s hard for me to sleep in.”
She lifted her gaze to a vintage wall clock and rolled her eyes, shifting onto her back. “It’s 6:30 in the fucking morning, Silas.”
Whatever she’d said went in and out without processing. All I saw were those perfect tits, the damn piercings, and my mouth became parched.
