Only then, after I climb under my covers and can be sure I’m completely alone, am I able to process everything that happened tonight and the roller coaster of emotions that came with it.
I never expected to feel jealous about Leo.
I’ve spent all this time preparing myself for a husband I knew wouldn’t be faithful.
But seeing his hands on another woman was more devastating than I could have anticipated.
Even more surprising, however, is that Leo chosenotto sleep with her.
Based on his reputation, I didn’t imagine him showing any of that kind of restraint.
Then to hear he didn’t go through with it because he wants me?
I’m still not sure I believe it.
It makes no sense at all. Not when, contractually, I’ll belong to him completely after tomorrow.
But I can’t deny the attraction I felt when he looked into my eyes and told me.
I can still feel the searing touch around my wrists, the heat of his strong, firm body pressed against mine, the swelling rod between us that would indicate he wasn’t lying.
My stomach quivers with nervous anticipation at the memory of his arousal.
Wet heat throbs between my thighs.
I’ve heard more than my fair share about the kind of lover Leonardo Chiaroscuro is supposed to be.
And for all the terrifying rumors about him and his family, there must be twice that many about the kind of pleasure he’s capable of giving.
At least I can hope thatonepart of our marriage won’t be a complete nightmare.
If tonight is any indicator, I might even have a chance of enjoying our wedding night.
My core throbs when I think about it, and Leo’s deep voice echoes darkly in my mind, threatening to do whatever he wants with me.
Somehow, I find it dangerously arousing rather than just plain terrifying.
I know it’s messed up when in the same breath, he was talking about treating me like his property.
But even knowing that, I can’t stop the excitement that hammers through my veins as I think about how he touched me.
I can still feel his heat wrapping around me, his masculine scent overwhelming my resistance as the oxygen vanished from the room.
That moment when Leo pressed his body firmly against mine floods my mind, his lips hovering just inches away, his molten gaze burning deep into my soul.
He cupped my cheek so tenderly, I thought my heart might shatter.
And when he leaned in…
My hand slides toward the hem of my silk slip as if it has a mind of its own, and when my fingertips brush against the bare skin of my thigh, my eyes slide closed to the fantasy of it being Leo’s hand instead of mine.
Electricity dances across my flesh, goosebumps rising as I run my fingers up the inside of my thigh, imagining his hand sliding beneath that red dress as he keeps me pinned against the door.
I gasp as my fingers brush the sensitive peak of my thighs, my clit throbbing to life at the thought of Leo touching me there, discovering how wet I am, how desperately I wanted him in the moment.
Slowly, I circle the sensitive flesh, spreading that silky wetness as I let my instincts take over.
Heat throbs in my core when I imagine Leo’s own arousal pressing against me, eager to claim me for his own.
