The first time he trapped me in this bathroom, I could feel the electricity between us. I could almost taste it. I dreamed about this moment before I even knew what it could be like.And to live that fantasy?It’s so intoxicatingly erotic, I feel dizzy with need.
It doesn’t matter that I just came moments ago. I’m so close to climax, each thrust sends zinging pleasure up my spine. Leo’s cock finds that secret spot each time he pounds inside me, and he’s relentless as he fucks me like these are our last few moments on this earth.
“Leo,” I moan, the sound greedy and whining because I know I can’t hold on much longer.
“Come with me,Cattiva,” he breathes, his lips brushing against mine. “I want to feel you come all over my cock as I fill you up. I’m going to leave your pussy dripping so you’ll have no choice but to think of me for the rest of the evening.”
I gasp and press my lips to his once more to muffle the sound.
Leo thrusts deeply, grinding against my clit as he surges deep inside me, and as hot cum floods my channel, the scintillating sensation triggers my own release. I sob with pleasure as tingling bliss rushes out to my extremities, numbing my body as he chases away every last drop of tension and anger.
There is no better feeling than this—rippling along Leo’s hard length as he releases burst after burst of cum inside me. We shudder together, his powerful arms holding me close as we share the air trapped between us. I can feel him pulsing inside me as he comes to a stop, buried to the hilt between my thighs.
“I need to make bets with you more often,” he teases lightly, brushing a soft kiss across my lips before he pulls back to give me a playful smile.
Somewhere along the line, I forgot we were even arguing, but after what just happened, I don’t know that I have it in me to be mad anymore. As embarrassing as it was to be fingered with our dinner guests within elbow’s reach, no real damage was done—beyond angering Kenji, and it’s nearly impossiblenotto do that, even on a good day.
“We need to get back to our guests,” I murmur, feeling suddenly shy about just how turned on I got.
Seeming to read right through my attempt to distract him, Leo chuckles, and slowly, he pulls out of me, releasing a flood of arousal that coats my thighs. He tucks himself away efficiently, closing his pants and buckling his belt. Then he pulls the bunched remains of my shredded panties from his pocket. In the heat of the moment, I didn’t even notice him put them there after he ripped them off me.
“Don’t even think about slipping away to get a new pair,” he warns before shoving them back in his pocket. “I want to find your pussy bare and ready for me when we get back to the room tonight. And until then, I’m going to enjoy thinking about you walking around, entertaining guests, being the perfect hostess with my cum leaking out of that deliciously irresistible pussy of yours. Is that understood?”
I swear, sometimes, Leo talks dirty enough that he could make me come with just words.
“Yes,” I breathe, my cheeks on fire as I drop my eyes, too embarrassed at the thought to look at him.
Leo’s touch is soft as he hooks a finger under my chin and lifts it so I have to meet his gaze. “You’re an addiction, Sora Chiaroscuro,” he says, his voice deep and hoarse. Then his demeanor shifts, as if the spell is broken. “Wait a minute or so before you come back.”
Then his fingers disappear from my face, and he turns to the bathroom door, pulling it open and leaving me alone in the silence that follows.
My heart is still racing, my body on fire as my head reels over what just happened.
I’ve never done anything so reckless, and as I turn to face the mirror, I know it’s going to be impossible to pull myself together enough to hide what just happened between us.
Reaching for the toilet paper, I try to clean myself up as best as I can, but there seems to be no end to the amount of arousal that rushes eagerly to wet my folds. Giving up, I try not to think about it too much as I fan my face to cool the flush of embarrassment.
To distract myself, I fuss with my hair, getting it perfectly back into place, then my dress. The hint of a mark colors my neck where Leo grazed it with his teeth, and I wish I had some makeup to brush over it. But all that is tucked away in our suite—too far for me to get right now.
Looking my reflection in the eye, I coach myself. “You can do this. Just a few more hours. No one’s going to be looking at you, anyway. Tonight is about Leo, and the men have probably all adjourned to the cigar room already, anyway.”
The thought of running into Kenji right now is nearly unbearable—the thought of standing next to Leo and pretending nothing happened even more so.
“Damn it, Sora. You are in so much trouble,” I breathe as just thinking about my brazen husband makes my pulse quicken once more.
Leo has me in the palm of his hand. He knows how to play me like an instrument, toying with my emotions to draw out the exact response in the moment, and it terrifies me. Because tonight only proved that I’m nothing more than his puppet on a string. Every time he touches me, I come to life. It doesn’t matter where or when or why.
I can’t seem to help but want him.
Even when I’m just a tool to be used against my family.
Just then, my father’s words from the day I met Leo rise unbidden into my mind.“Remember, Sora, you are a Tanaka—even after you’re married, we are your family. You will always belong to us.”
Suddenly, I feel like the rope caught in an ugly game of tug-of-war. I’m the instrument that’s going to either drag my family into the mud… or Leo’s.
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LEO
