Page 170 of Her Wicked Plan

Pressing his mouth to mine, my eyes flutter shut from the mixture of pleasures. The soft, gentle kiss and the rough, tight pinching of my nipples. It’s making my head dizzy. “You wouldn't dare.”

“You’re right.” He kisses me once more. Leo steps back, hooking his thumbs into my sweats and dragging them down my body. Warm lips touching my stomach in the middle of the removal. “Why would I go find anyone else when I have you?” I suck in a harsh breath as he gently kisses my hip. “My little angel, damning me to an eternity of hell.”

A fire ignites inside of me from his words. He inches closer between my legs, where my skin burns with impatience as he drags the inevitable out.

My fingers dive into his dark hair, tugging on the strands in the direction I want his head to go. He chuckles under his breath but gives me what I need.

His mouth covers me, tongue sliding over my clit. My fingers squeeze tighter in his hair, a groan of pain vibrating off him and onto me. He picks my right leg up with a free hand, slinging it over his shoulder and then the other until I am seated halfway on the desk.

I’m panting, unable to find the air to fill my lungs. It is always unreal when his mouth is on me when his tongue is spelling out my name.

I buck my hips, grinding into his face as the need for an orgasm overtakes me. Do I want to end this right now? No, but I need him inside of me.

As if he were reading my mind, his head drops lower, the warmth of his tongue circling around my entrance until he is thrusting inside. He bobs his head, moving in and out of me while I continue to move my hips.

“Let go, Vee,” he demands. “You’re clenching around my tongue already. I’ve been missing your taste, so come on. Give me what I’ve been deprived of while I was gone.”

I come undone at his words. He dives back in, getting every drop out of me. He doesn’t stop, and neither does the euphoria. I’m screaming behind my hand as the pleasure continuously rolls throughout my body.

I shutter, goosebumps forming on my skin as he sucks my clit harshly between his teeth, sending me into a spiral again.

Have I been deprived, too?

We haven’t been able to be together as much as we have the past few weeks, and when we were, it didn’t last too long.

He finally relents. My vision, once blurred, has come back to see that he has worked his pants off. They are sitting just below his knees, cock in his hand, stroking it roughly as he lines it up and drives into me without warning.

Leo’s hand meets my mouth, muting the cry that comes out. He watches my reaction intently, the tears pooling in my eyes as he forces himself deeper. My palms hurt from how hard they were resting on the desk, pushing down on the wood as if I’m afraid I’ll collapse without the support.

Leo removes his hand but only lies it on my neck, where he wraps his fingers around it firmly. The tips pressing into my skin are hard, but I can still breathe. He shoves me down forcefully until my back hits the desk's surface; pain radiates throughout my back.

I gasp softly, the sounds not passing my lips in order to remain quiet. I keep my eyes on him while he fucks me with such punishment. It makes me wonder if I did do something wrong.

Then, in the middle of the bliss, it dawns on me that he just had a weekend with his family. His dying mother. He had a shitty weekend. He is getting his stress out on me.

Bringing my hands to wrap both around his wrist, I press his hand down my neck. “Harder.”

He stares at me with wild eyes before nodding once. The grip on my neck hardens. My airway is slightly closing, but I can still breathe.

“Harder, Leo,” I beg. He searches my eyes, unsure if he should listen because he didn’t want me to pass out. My lips part, and I whisper, “I trust you.”

He hums in a greedy response. Fingers digging harder into my neck to where I can’t breathe. I try not to focus on the lack of oxygen. Instead, I focus on him sliding in and out of me.

On the sounds of my slick arousal dripping between my legs.

On the sharp breaths, he was taking while his hips rapidly jolt forward.

My vision goes blurry with tears. The corners of my eyes fade, and the build-up in my stomach is prominent even with everything else going on.

A couple more thrusts, and Leo releases my neck. I gasp for air at the same time my orgasm rips through me.

Stars.

That’s what lines my dark vision as my body trembles furiously beneath him.

His face isn’t in my view. Even if I concentrate hard enough, I won’t be able to see him past the stars lining my vision.

They are beautiful, and for a moment, I wonder if I’m dying.