Page 54 of House of Cards


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“I can only imagine.”

“Calvin’s doing great with him, though. He’s an avowed bachelor. I’m sure Braeden will eventually feel better and blossom under his care.”

“Yep.” Leo waves down our server and orders another cocktail.

“Sorry,” I say. “I feel so bad for the boy, you know? Anyway, how’s Colby?”

He beams with pride. “He’s doing great. Straight A’s so far in school. I’m also teaching him how to drive. He’ll get his permit soon.”

“Exciting and scary. I’m not looking forward to those days. I’m going to lose a life each time I get into the car with each one of my kids, especially Em.”

We chat more about our children as we munch on our little shared plates. The restaurant is perfect because I don’t need to eat so much while enjoying unique flavors. I need to think about sex later.

As Leo pays for the check, I say, “Thanks so much for dinner. I’ll get the next one.”

“Sounds good.” We sit at the table for a bit as he finishes his drink. “Seth, I want to take this to the next level. I’d love to do something with all of us. We could go to St. Edward Cochon de Lait. It’s coming up in a couple of weeks.”

“Oh, Calvin and I planned to take our kids there. Ah… but, yeah, let me think about it. We should probably have an introduction time with the kids first, right?”

Leo’s smile is brief. “Sure. We’ll figure it out,” he says tightly. It doesn’t go unnoticed. I’m going to have to give in at a certain point, but I’m simply not confident of my relationship status with Leo yet, especially when I keep thinking about Calvin. It feels wrong.

Sex with Leo tonight is especially heavy, hot, and hard. He’s going to town on my butt from behind, his fingers digging into my hips. That’s going to bruise.

As soon as we walked into my house after our date, he attacked me with a kiss and practically ripped off my clothes. Then he tossed me over his shoulder and carried me up to my bedroom, where he spent very little time prepping before shoving his cock into me.

It’s rough but kind of hot. I’m rather vanilla when it comes to sex, but this is fun, too. It feels naughty. Salacious.

It’s humid in my room, filled with the scent of sex and the sounds of panting and skin slapping against skin.

Leo lifts me and presses my back against his chest. He’s growling in my ear, and he nips my lobe as his hand snakes its way up my body and to my throat.

He squeezes, gently at first, but it’s getting tight. “You’re mine,” he rasps in my ear before nibbling on my shoulder. Satisfied with marking me, he thrusts into me harder and faster. I feel good, almost euphoric. My breath comes in small pants, and my body hums with pleasure each time he slides along my prostate.

Soon, spots dance behind my lids, and my breath comes in shorter bursts. I want him to stop, but I don’t want to ruin the sex either. Peopledo this, right? It’s a kink?

He suddenly lets me go, and I land on my hands as I gasp for air. Then he’s shoving my body down onto the bed and plunging back into me. He leans over me and wraps his fingers around my throat again, this time with two hands, while pounding into me.

Now this, I don’t like. Not one bit. I don’t care if he’s into this. It’s starting to hurt, and my vision is turning black. It’s too vulnerable. I’ve lost my erection, too.

“S-sto…” I try to say, but not much sound comes out because he’s squeezing harder.

Panic starts to set in as my eyes roll into my head. If I move my hands off the bed, I’ll fall face-first, then I most certainly won’t be breathing. I attempt to remove his hand with one of mine, my fingers digging into his skin, but he won’t let go. They’re glued. Strong hands. Tight hands.

Let go. Let go.

I’m gasping for breath, but my lungs are burning, and I’m desperately trying not to lose consciousness. I continue to claw at his hands while bucking, but he won’t let go.

“S-st…”

All I can think about is my children I’m leaving behind before I fall into blackness.

“Baby?”

The voice is echoing in my head. A hazy dream.

“Come on, wake up.”

A sudden slap on my face has my eyes popping open. I try to focus, and my brain tries to reboot itself back online. That’s when I feel the pain in my throat and remember that Leo tried to choke me to death as he slid in and out of me. I reach for my throat and wince.