Page 181 of Her Wicked Plan

“Leo.” Her voice is just above a whisper as she returns to the desk. She stands in front of it. A solid piece of wood separates me from her, and if the wood weren’t there, I’d grab her by her ankle, pull her to the floor, and introduce my fist to her face.

But I am not able to do that. Not because I’m on probation. I don’t do what my non-existent heart desires because of the wooden wall between us.

Annoyed and angry, I do what I do best now. Distract myself from her awful presence.

Lifting on my knees the best I can, careful not to hit my head, I hover my mouth over the tip of Leo’s cock. Releasing my hand as he asked, I smirk, knowing what I was about to do that he was completely unaware of. Let's see if he can keep his cool. My tongue pops out, gliding over his tip.

The slightest jerk of his legs has my grin growing wide, and then I’m lowering my mouth around him. His entire body stiffens when my tongue glides over him. I take him deeper until he hits the back of my throat.

“Scarlet.” Her name on his tongue while his dick is on mine? No, I hate it. “I don’t want to hear what you have to say.”

I push myself deeper until he slides down my throat, then lift my head and repeat the motion. My tongue glides around him, not leaving any space without attention. I was having the time of my life pleasing him.

My eyes shut, taking in the moment until he has a grip on my hair—his palm cups around the back of my head, holding me still on him.

Seeing as I don’t have a gag reflex unless it’s something he wants to hear, we don’t have to worry about me accidentally making a sound while he’s shoved down my throat.

“I’ve just been thinking about it a lot. Everything and… ”

I shift my tongue left and right along his base, and the gesture makes him cut her off. “Get out, Scarlet.”

“But—”

“Now!” His voice is loud and laced with anger. Is it for her or me?

Guess we will find out.

Frantic footsteps fade as she leaves the room in a hurry, the door slamming shut behind her. Leo lets go of his hold on my head, ripping me off him and pushing the chair back.

There was no hand to help me get up or no one leaning down to scold me for what I had just done. No. He stands up and disappears from his chair. A click is heard from where he locks us in, and I crawl out of the cubby space, using the desk to help myself.

When my eyes meet him, Leo appears dangerous. I messed with and Devil disguised as an Angel. A cunning smile plays on my lips.

My hand meets my mouth, where I wipe away the drool that had been dripping out of my mouth from being suffocated by his dick.

“You think this is funny?” His eyes narrow, shooting lasers in my direction.

“Maybe.”

“This isn’t a game.” He gestures between us.

“We could turn it into a game,” I tease.

“Veronica, if I hadn’t held my composure, she would have known something was up.” He comes closer to me, fingers gripping my chin. “You want this to be a game? I’ll play along, seeing as the Devil's wicked little toy doesn’t know when to stop.”

He spins me around, sending me down to his desk. Removing my sweats in one easy motion, the material dropping to my ankles, Leo lines himself up at my entrance. It reminds me of the first time he did this.

He didn’t push in any further, only the tip felt the warmth of my pussy. I didn’t back myself into him because I wanted to give him time. Time to fall into the depths of hell on his own.

Not now, though.

He wants this; I want this, and I’ll take his words from earlier as advice and take what I want.

I rock myself back, his tip sinking deeper in until a strong hand clutches my hip. He halts my movement. “You wanna fucking play, Vee? Then we play by my rules.”

I hoist my head from the desk, peeking back at the fire-filled man behind me. His eyes find mine, and he grins oh so wickedly. Roughly, he thrusts into me while holding heated eye contact.

Forcing my eyes to stay open, my jaw drops as a moan escapes me, but I’m quick to slap my hand over my mouth. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction yet. He’s aggressive with his motions, slamming into me harder with each jolt of his hips.