The door wrenches open with enough force to warn me how angry Sora is, and as she glares up at me, I can see the streaks her tears have left down her cheeks.
“I don’t want to talk to you,” she hisses. “Youhumiliatedme. And for what? So you could piss my brother off?”
Glancing down the hallway to make sure no one’s coming, I grab the door and force my way inside the bathroom, just like I did the night before our wedding. And just like that night, I close us in together as I trap Sora between my arms, her back against the door.
“In case you’ve forgotten,” I warn darkly, “you’re my wife, and I can do whatever the hell I want with you,wheneverthe hell I want,whereverthe hell I want.”
Tension crackles to life between us as I lean closer with each word, getting in her face.
Color stains her cheeks, and that same fiery anger that I find irresistible ignites in her eyes.
“No,” she says flatly, her defiance catching me by surprise. “You don’t get to use me like that. Never again.”
She’s still flustered by what happened in the dining room, her skin flushed from her climax, and I know that even if it made her mad, even if she’s too embarrassed to admit it, being touched like that, in a room where anyone could catch us, turned Sora on as much as it did me.
“Use you?” I purr. “From what I could tell, you quite enjoyed my reward. So, what’s the harm if I got under your brother’s skin as a bonus?”
“What if someone noticed?” she hisses.
“What if they had?” I tease, pressing my body against hers as my lips hover a hair’s breadth from her skin. “Don’t tell me the thought didn’t excite you.”
A choked scoff rushes from her, and I know she wants to deny it, but she knows better than to lie to me.
“You are such an ass,” she says finally, her voice too breathy to hold a punch.
“I think you’re just getting defensive because you liked it,” I tease, brushing my lips along the curve of her throat.
Her head tips slightly, exposing her neck to me as if on instinct as her breath catches, and goosebumps rise in the wake of my touch.
“No,” she argues, her denial too quick to be sincere.
Releasing a low chuckle, I lightly nip the lobe of her ear. “Alright then, let’s bet on it. If I’m right, then I get to fuck you right here and now.”
“And if I’m right?” she challenges, her cheeks blushing a tantalizing shade of rose.
“I’ll go apologize to your brother right now.”
That seems to be an offer good enough that she can’t refuse, and I smirk because I know I’m going to win this one.
“And do you intend to prove anything?” she counters.
“Oh, Princess, don’t you know me at all by now?” I tease, reaching between us to find the slit in her dress once more, and I boldly reach between her thighs.
Sora gasps, her jaw dropping open as she realizes how easily she walked into my trap. This time when she grabs my wrist, she’s willing to put all her strength into stopping me. “Leo, don’t?—”
But she’s too late, and as I palm her hot sex, I can feel the wet arousal that’s soaked completely through the flimsy fabric of her panties.
“You’re positivelydripping,Cattiva,” I tease.
Sora turns her head away from me, her eyes dropping to the floor as she refuses to look at me. Humiliation colors her face all the way out to the roots of her silky raven hair, and I want to crush the emotion before it drives a wedge between us.
“Don’t be ashamed,” I murmur, grasping her chin with my free hand and turning it so she has to meet my eyes. “Making you come in front of everyone like that—watching you work so hardto stay silent—it made me so hard. I could have ravished you right there on the table,” I promise, pressing into her with my hips so she can feel just how excited I am. “I love how responsive you are,Cattiva, how you can’t help but come for me.”
Sora’s eyes darken as she takes a shuddering breath, and the temperature of the small bathroom skyrockets with my sudden and intense need to bury myself inside her.
Curling my fingers around the lacy fabric of her panties, I give a violent yank, and my cock throbs at the sound of ripping fabric harmonizing with Sora’s stunned cry.
“Leo!” she gasps, her eyes flying wide as I grip her hips and turn her to face the vanity mirror. “What are you?—”
