Page 70 of Power & Punishment

Her eyes flicker to my lips as she nods, but that’s not good enough. “I want to hear you say it,” I growl.

Mia narrows her eyes. “You’re joking.”

My hand slides from her lips to her neck, gripping it tight enough to apply pressure to the tender cartilage lining her throat. Pure lust glitters behind her scowl.

“You’ll never own me, Leo,” she says, her voice dripping in contempt.

I grip her hip with my free hand and pull her to the edge of the table so I can press my hard length into her dampening panties.

“I don’t need to own you for you to be mine. Now stop being stubborn and say the damn words, Emilia. We’re already late.”

Her eyes narrow even more, forming vindictive slits. If she wants to play, we can play.

My hand slides from her hips, all the way down to the hem of her dress and back up the inside of her thigh. I apply pressure as I go, letting her know exactly where I intend to land.

And then I cup her pussy with my hand, loving the way she squirms and bites her lip helplessly. Once she adjusts to the sudden movement, she presses herself against me, desperate for friction. Her soaking wet panties cling to my hands.

“Fuck, Leo,” Mia says, closing her eyes as she grinds against my hand.

My smile deepens as I lean in close, trailing wet kisses up the side of her neck until my lips are right next to her ear. “Say it, and I’ll give you what you want. What we both want.”

A frustrated and shaky sigh leaks from between her lips. Quickly losing patience, I bite the shell of her ear, and she moans in pleasure.

“Fine,” I say lowly, pulling my hand away. “Let’s get going then.”

Before I can pull away, a hand reaches out and grips my wrist firmly.

“Wait,” she says, her eyes full of longing. The hard exterior she works so hard on melts away, and underneath is a woman who doesn’t want my protection or my pity.

She just wants to be taken care of.

“I’m yours.”

21

MIA

Leo’s eyes darken and he stalks forward—this time with a renewed determination. His hands land on either side of my body as he cages me in.

“And here I thought you’d make me work harder for it,” he says, his fingers curling around my chin and forcing my face upwards.

“Don’t push it,” I seethe, angling my hips closer to his.

“I will never stop pushing you. It’s my favorite thing to do,” he whispers before his lips are on mine.

As soon as our mouths connect, I lose all willpower. Everything fizzles into the air around us, and all I can focus on is pulling him closer until there’s nothing left between us.

His hold on my chin tightens as I hungrily open my mouth for him. His tongue plunges inside, clashing against mine in perfect harmony.

A loud moan rips from my throat, and I feel his lips curl into a smile against mine.

His hands work in tandem with his mouth, one traveling from my thigh up and the other from my throat down.

I whip my head backward as he resumes pressing kisses against the base of my throat. Each new mark sends a bolt of pleasure skittering across my body.

Unlike our last encounter, this one is more frantic and elevated, moving toward a barrier that I’ve been hesitant to give him access to.

His hands greedily slide up my thighs, taking the hem of my dress with them. My panties quickly follow.