And then I feel Leo’s hand on my thigh, jerking my attention away from the performers. His eyes are locked with mine as he leans down and slips his hand underneath my dress. I gasp when he brings his fingers straight to my pussy. I don’t have any underwear on because he didn’t give me any.
Leo makes a low sound in the back of his throat as he runs his fingers over my nub. My legs clamp down on his hand, holding him in place. Leo smirks and rubs me harder.
I can’t stop the soft moan that escapes me.
“We have to be quiet,” he murmurs. “We don’t want anyone catching us like this, do we?”
I can only shake my head.
Leo taps my thigh with his other hand, signaling for me to open my legs wider. I do as he wants, too lost in the pleasure to object.
He flicks his finger over my nub. I gasp, arching my hips into his hand. The performers are in the way back of my mind now. Leo has a good way of drawing all the attention to himself.
“Leo,” I whisper.
He cups my entire pussy with his palm, rubbing it over my swollen bud again and again and again. I’m powerless to stop this.
“Come for me,” he murmurs. “Now.” He presses down on my body harder and my hips rise higher.
“Please,” I whimper.
“I know. I know, baby. Emma. Come for me. I need to see it again.” There’s almost a desperation in his own voice that I don’t fully understand. Why does he need this as badly as I do when he’s the one doing all of this to me?
“Leo.”
“Come for me, Emma. Now.” He presses down on my nub and I can’t hold it back any longer. My hips buck into his hand as I find my release. It washes over me, making me feel more relaxed than I’ve ever been. He pulls his hand away and smells his finger. “You smell like honey. I could eat you again but not here. It would be too obvious.”
Another flare of arousal hits me at his words. “Why do you do this to me?”
“Do what?”
“Touch me like this? Make me feel good when I’m your prisoner? You’re only using me to hurt my father. I don’t understand any of it.”
“If you truly don’t understand any of it, then you’re innocent.”
“And you’re still figuring out if I am or not.”
“Yes,” he admits. “Everything points to you being innocent but I just can’t quite believe it. No one is this innocent.”
“Why did you bring me here? Why give me something nice?”
He looks away from me and gazes down at the performers like his life depends on it. “Because the more I take you out in public, the more it taunts Alessandro. The more he knows I’m in power. And the more he knows that, the more he’ll back off.”
“And what if he doesn’t? Why is my father such a bad man?”
“He shot up Gabriel’s club without any second thought. He stood back and watched as your uncle murdered Gabriel’s entire family. Your mother was there as well. Where is she exactly?”
I flinch at the memory of my mother. “I don’t know where she is.”
“Your story doesn’t make sense, Emma. There’s too many missing details. And I know you’re still keeping things from me. So what is it?”
“You don’t get to know me.” He especially doesn’t get to know all about my mother.
He leans in close. “I’ll find out sooner or later.” His lips capture mine in a quick kiss before he pulls back. At that moment, the singer on stage finishes her last note and the curtain falls and the light comes back on.
“Intermission,” Leo explains. “Let’s stretch our legs.”
“So you can show me off. That’s what you mean.”
