CHAPTER 39
Alex
Ashocked gasp slips out when the door opens wide. Leon’s broad shoulders enter the room where I’m spread-eagle on the bed, freshly showered and shaved, the rabbit vibrator pulsing between my legs. Perched on my elbows, it would be easy to say I forgot to lock the door.
It would be easy, but it would be a lie.
I would be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined him walking in, just like this, ready to devour me. Still, my wildest imagination couldn’t come close to the real thing. His eyes are hooded, his chest rising and lowering with harsh breaths. He looks dangerous, like a man ready to risk it all. My core flutters with need, as my nipples pebble even harder.
“Wh-what are you doing here?” I stutter, trying to pretend this wasn’t exactly what my subconscious hoped for.
“The rules were clear, sweetheart. Lock the door if you don’t want me to enter.” He stalks toward me, eating the space between us with large steps.
My teeth bite into my bottom lip as I look up at him towering over me. The toy is still buzzing inside me, not quite hitting the right spot. His hungry gaze reminds me of my vulnerable position, so I attempt to close my legs.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” His hand slaps my knees back apart.
My lips part on another gasp as my back arches off the bed. Leon takes a seat next to me, his hand taking hold of the toy between my legs. I let out a tiny mewl.
“If you want me to leave, Alex, tell me.”
He dips the vibrator in and out of me, the little rabbit ears brushing over my clit as he does. With a worded response impossible to form, I simply moan in return.
“Do you want me to leave?” He lowers his head next to my ear, prickling my skin with goosebumps. “Because I will. No matter how much I want to fuck you senseless, I’ll leave if you want me to.” He emphasizes his words with a deep thrust.
I breathe out heavily.
“That is not a response.” He stops his movements, keeping the vibrating toy at my entrance.
My hips gyrate on their own, searching for friction, but he moves the pleasure further and further away from my gasp, until frustration climbs its way up my throat. Finally, I bite the bullet, muttering out, “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop.”
I don’t have to look at him to feel the smirk forming on his lips. Those same lips drop to wrap around my nipple, and the muscles of my stomach flex. He repeats the process on the other one, pumping the toy back into me.
My head drops back, each touch to my clit exhilarating. With his other hand, he spreads my pussy lips apart, making the need that much bigger and my release that much more inevitable.
“Let go. Give in to me.”
He pushes me closer and closer to the edge, but his words rub me the wrong way. “This means nothing,” I say between labored breaths.
“Mhm,” he responds, aiming the rabbit ears straight at my most sensitive spot.
“Fuckkkk,” I moan, the feeling overwhelming. I’m barelyholding on, but I still have fight left in me. “I’m serious. This means nothing! I still haven’t forgiven you.”
“You don’t have to forgive me. But you need to come for me. Now.”
His strict tone pushes me right over, my legs trembling with my climax. He doesn’t remove the toy from my bundle of nerves until the last wave ebbs, letting me feel every millisecond of the mind-numbing pleasure.
When I’m done shaking, he drops the toy to the side and makes quick work of taking his clothes off. Within just a few seconds, he’s on top of me, covering me with his wide, sculpted body. He grabs my knee, pushing it up to my chest before slamming his lips to mine. My heart squeezes in my chest, reminded of how much it loved his kisses. Before he took them away. Just when the grief hits me again, he enters me with the thick shaft of his cock, pushing all other thoughts away.
My pussy submits instantly, stretching to fit him. The delicious feeling travels from the tips of my toes all the way up to my throat, exiting my body on a whimper. “I still hate you,” I murmur, reminding myself just as much as him.
“Good. You can hate me while you clench my cock.”
The breathy sound that escapes me is pathetic, but I’m unable to suppress it.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he whispers into my neck before digging his teeth in.
I hiss, not with pain but with utter bliss. Still, the defiant part of me refuses to be subdued. “I don’t want this.”
