But it’s too late.
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Clara
Goddammit. I’m not some weak, spineless bimbo.
But his hands—fuck. They’re everywhere. Heat pours off him like a furnace, his grip searing into my waist as if branding me his. His body presses down, heavy and commanding.
The name “Fiona” flashes in my mind. The way Maksim smirked when he mentioned her. Anger and jealousy bubble up, boiling over into something molten, something reckless.
Rage and desire combine in a violent cocktail that propels me into action. I buck my hips, flipping Leonid over so I’m straddling him, my hands pressing him down into the cushions. I let out a feral growl, a challenge to his alpha status, as I loom over him, my eyes blazing like twin suns.
“Fuck you, Leonid,” I spit out, my voice low and laced with venom. “I’m not some plaything for you to toy with.”
Leonid’s eyes widen, surprise flitting across his face, but he recovers quickly, a smirk curling his lips. He slides his handsdown my hips, grasping me firmly. With a cruel twist of his hips, he grinds against my wet, throbbing heat, drawing a gasp from my lips despite my best efforts to stay silent.
“You’re so fucking responsive,krasotka. So wet and warm, just like the dirty little slut you try so hard not to be.”
His hand seizes my right tit, kneading it like he’s making fucking dough, the satin doing fuck all to hide the hard nub of my nipple.
“Fuck!” I can’t help but grind against him, my body betraying me like a goddamn snitch, my hips rocking against his granite-hard cock like I’m dancing to the beat of my own damn demise.
“See, there it is. Your pussy doesn’t lie, Clara. You want it.”
Oh… fuck no.
In one swift motion, I release my thighs from their grip around his cock and shimmy my body upward, clamping Leonid’s torso between my knees. I press my arm across his neck like a guillotine blade and dig my hands into the cushions on either side of his shoulders, trapping him on the sofa.
“My pussy doesn’t run me, Leonid,” I snarl into his ear. “Don’t forget who you’re fucking with.”
Leonid’s face contorts with effort as he strains against my grip, but he can’t budge an inch. He emits a low chuckle, his voice gruff and defiant.
“Is that so?” he taunts, his breath hot against my skin. “What makes you think I’m forgetting anything?”
With a sudden twist, Leonid flips me onto my back, pinning my wrists to the cushions above my head. The look in his eyes is feral, his body taut and ready to strike. “You’re right, I shouldn’t forget.” He bares his teeth in a predatory grin. “I shouldn’t forget that you’re nothing but a wildcat who needs to be tamed.”
His mouth slams down on mine, kissing me like he’s trying to devour me. I bite down on his lip, drawing blood and a sharphiss from his throat. He releases my wrists, rearing back, a trail of blood staining his mouth. I bare my teeth, my eyes blazing.
“Bite me, will you?” Leonid snarls, swiping the blood from his lip. “You’re only digging yourself a deeper grave,krasotka.”
Leonid’s eyes narrow, his body tense as he considers his next move. I extend my leg, using it as a barrier between us.
“First, tell me,” I demand, my voice a whipcrack in the silence. “Did you fuckFiona?”
The words leave my mouth before I can think, my jealousy and anger simmering over like boiling acid.
Fuck. Fuck. I’m here to ask him when he’s letting us go, not to have a pissing contest over some pretty blonde floozy.
I clench my teeth, willing myself to refocus.
Leonid stares at me like I’m Dave Chappelle, about to deliver the punchline of the century.
“Fiona?” The corner of his mouth twitches. “Are you asking me,” he’s practically vibrating with contained laughter, “if IfuckedFiona?”
He says her name like he just stepped in dog shit at the park. “Who told you about Fiona?”
I glare at him, the rage in my chest so hot it could melt steel. “No one told me about Fiona, Leonid,” I seethe, the words hissing between my teeth.
