“You’re so tight, baby.” His voice is soft but strained. “So goddamn snug. Like your pussy was made for me.”
I place my hands on his chest and ride him, working myself up and down his cock, feeling the drag of his thick shaft against my clit. Every time he bottoms out inside me, I feel like he’s touching my heart. I watch his face, enthralled by the harsh lines and shadows.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, reaching between us to thumb my clit. “Take what you need.”
Sensation winds tighter and tighter within me. My body draws taut like a bow string. I work my hips faster and capture his mouth for an intense kiss.
“I’m going to—Oh God!”
“Yeah.” His fingertips sink deeper into my hips. “Come on my cock. It’s the only cock you’re ever going to come on again.”
His possessive words send me careening over a precipice. My channel flutters around him, and I scream as an orgasm consumes me. He thrusts furiously and then stiffens and grits out my name. I feel liquid heat scorching my insides and shiver in the knowledge that he’s branded me as his.
I am his.
Every part of me belongs to Leo Delaney.
But I belong to myself too. Because even as I lie panting against his chest, cracks are appearing in the blissful world we’ve been building. I clutch him and pray our relationship won’t crumble. But if it does, I’ll survive, because I finally know who I am, and that woman is strong and capable. I’m never going back to the woman I used to be.
10
Leo
It’s the day of Camile’s fashion show, and I should be at home choosing a suit so I look good on her arm. Instead, I’m at the gym, pounding the crap out of a bag because no matter how much she says she wants me there, I can’t help feeling like I’ll hurt her if I go. It’sherday. It should be all about her. That online influencer asshole hasn’t let up, and if I stand at Camile’s side, where I want to be, people might make it all about me rather than her. She’s had enough of that kind of shit to deal with from her brother without me contributing to it. Perhaps I can sneak in the back so I’m there for her but not in the spotlight. If I call, I can let her know I haven’t stood her up. Wouldn’t that be the best of both worlds?
Damn, I wish I had someone to talk to about this. When I was younger, I used to go to my dad for advice, but that stopped the moment I caught him with another woman. I replaced him with Stan, my coach, who turned out to also be crooked. Fuck them both.
“Hey.”
I flinch at the sound of a voice behind me. I’d thought I was alone. But Seth is standing behind me, arms crossed over his chest.
“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the show?” He’s wearing a tux that fits well, but he doesn’t seem comfortable in it. I get the impression he’d like to rip it off Superman style. “The girls are already there. They wanted to be early so they could get seats in the front, where Cami would be able to see her support team.”
“I don’t know what to do,” I admit. “She’s worked so hard for this, and all of the attention should be on her and her designs. If I turn up, I’m worried it’ll turn into a gossip-fest instead. She deserves better than that.”
Seth nods. “I’m sure it’s not easy to have a famous brother and a famous boyfriend.”
I shift from one foot to the other, eager to hit something again. His eyes follow the movement, but he doesn’t back off. Then again, Iron-Shin Seth Isles doesn’t back down from anything. Except, perhaps, an angry Ashlin.
“What would you do?” I ask.
He rubs his bristled jaw. “If it were Ash?”
“Yeah.”
He cocks his head. “Depends. What does she want?”
“Theoretically, she wants you there.”
“Hmm.” He doesn’t say anything more. I want to growl at him to hurry up but that won’t do any good. He’ll speak when he’s ready. “And it’s supposed to be all about her, right?”
“Yes.” I bite back my impatience. Why is he asking questions he already knows the answers to?
He cracks a smile. “Well, if it’s all about what makes her happy, and she wants me there, then I’d go. End of story.”
“It’s not that black and white.”
Seth shakes his head. “Never thought I’d see the day when Leo Delaney argued for something not being black and white.”
