Then his mouth moved faster. Aggressive tongue flicks against my center made me grip him with my thighs, overwhelmed with pleasure as I repeated his name over and over again. And then he started sucking on my clit. A part of me I’d been to scared to explore by myself. The heat was intense, and I felt myself throbbing as he grazed his teeth against my most sensitive part.
Pleasure hit me so hard I nearly sobbed. My back arched sharply off the mattress while my fingers clawed desperately at his hair. I couldn’t think anymore. Couldn’t breathe. Every nerve in my body tightened unbearably as Leo kept licking me through the shaking, groaning softly like he enjoyed the taste of my desperation.
“That’s it, Chiara” he said roughly. “Let go for me. Shower me.”
The pressure snapped violently.
I cried out his name as the orgasm tore through me, hot and devastating and completely uncontrollable. My thighs shook around his shoulders while wave after wave crashed through me so intensely it hurt. Leo held me through all of it, his grip firm and possessive while he dragged me higher and higher until I couldn’t stop trembling. His tongue was still lazily flicking against my clit, and he groaned as he tasted me. Like an addict, he lapped at my orgasm until my body felt consumed by fire.
And then, something else happened. Something I didn’t even know was possible.
“Oh my God, no!” I cried out as a wave of pleasure rolled over me. I looked down in time to see my pussy erupt in a torrent of… water? Pleasure?
Heat flooded between my thighs in a rush so intense my entire body jerked with shock. I gasped sharply, horrified, as pleasure shattered through me again. Leo froze for half a second before a dark, almost savage sound left his throat.
“Fuck,” he growled. “First time my mouth is on your cunt and you squirt.”
Humiliation scorched straight through me as I realized what had happened. “I’m sorry, I…”
But he only tightened his grip harder, eyes burning into mine as he lifted his head slowly from between my legs. His mouth glistened in the candlelight. The sight nearly killed me, made worse as he licked his lips, groaning at my taste, savoring every drop of the shameful waterfall that had somehow erupted from a place I’d locked up long ago.
“I knew you’d be perfect,” he said hoarsely. “Just wait until you squirt from having my cock inside you.”
I covered my burning face, mortified beyond belief. But Leo caught my wrists and pinned them gently into the mattress above my head.
“No,” he said darkly. “You don’t hide after giving me something that beautiful.”
I couldn’t even look at him. His expression shifted into something almost frightening then - not cruelty, not mockery. Obsession. Pure possession. Leo stared down at me like he’d just watched something sacred break open beneath him.
“You came apart for me,” he said quietly, almost reverently. “Like your body was waiting for me.”
Chapter Sixteen: LEO
Chiara’sbreathingstillshookbeneath me. Her blonde hair spread wildly across the black silk sheets while candlelight flickered over her ruined wedding lingerie and trembling thighs. Beautiful. Completely wrecked. And still hiding something from me.
The realization sharpened beneath my ribs. I watched her carefully as I loosened my grip on her wrists. Most women would have melted after that. Clung to me. Begged for more. Chiara only looked away. That told me everything.
I sat back slowly on my heels between her legs. “Tell me what happened. What made you change your mind about me.”
Her eyes snapped toward mine. Defensive. Panicked. “I already told you. Nothing.”
Lie. I could hear it in the thinness of her voice. See it in the way her pulse fluttered violently at her throat. My jaw tightened.
“Chiara,” I said calmly. “I know when someone’s afraid of me. I also know when someone’s hurting for a different reason entirely.”
Silence. She shifted against the sheets, trying to close her thighs. I spread them apart again with one hand.
“Don’t,” I warned softly. “Don’t you dare hide yourself from me.”
Her lips parted shakily. “Why do you care?”
Because the thought of someone else touching what belonged to me made something murderous wake up inside my chest. But I didn’t say that. Instead, I leaned forward slowly, dragging my knuckles along the inside of her thigh. Her body reacted, hips twitching despite herself.
“Because I own you now. And I know,” I murmured. “How much you’re still wanting me after all that. And what it’s doing to that pretty little head of yours.”
Color flooded her cheeks.
“I hate you,” she whispered weakly. “I’ll always hate you for how you took me away. Lied. Locked me up. Forced me into this.”
