Page 77 of Her Wicked Plan

“After we talked earlier in the hallway this morning about you supervising my shower time...” I erase some distance between us, “I saw you rush to your room; your face was flushed just like it is now.”

“What’s your question, Veronica,” he urges.

“Did you touch yourself when you got back to your room? Did the thought of me in the shower drive you completely insane to the point you couldn’t help it?” Standing between his spread legs now, I gradually lower myself until I’m kneeling. “Because I did. I made myself come, imagining they were your fingers inside of me. Your fingers rubbing my clit.”

“Veronica...” he says my name breathlessly, like he might give in.

“Tell me, Leo.” My hands run over his knee to his thighs. “Tell me you touched yourself at the thought of me naked. The thought of my mouth pleasing your cock.”

His eyes focus hard on mine wondering just how I am reading his mind. Slowly, he licks his lips. “Yes. I did.”

“Hmm.” I hum in approval. My hand making its way higher on his leg. “Would you like to see how it would feel?” I tease as my hand grazes over the bulge in his jeans.

Suddenly, the room grows hotter despite the constant chill flowing in the air. Leo notices the change, too, because he is rolling his sleeves up, revealing dark tattoos plastered all over his skin.

The sight makes me clench my thighs together tight to stop myself from crawling on top of him.

Self control, Ronnie.

“You have tattoos.” It's a statement more than a question. Leo’s eyes are blown out, even darker than before. “That’s fucking hot.”

He doesn’t respond; he just continues to stare down at my hands as they meet his waistband, undoing the button. Tucking my finger underneath the material, gently tugging them down, patiently waiting for him to lift his hips willingly.

“Veronica...” he says my name again, but it doesn’t sound like a warning. It sounds more like a plea.

“Leo, if you want me to stop, then say so.” I pause my movement, praying to a God I don't believe in that he won’t speak that four-letter word. “Like I said before, I’d do anything you tell me to.”

“This is wrong,” he tries to tell me, or maybe he is attempting to convince himself. I know it’s wrong, but it feels so right, even though it’s just part of my plan to get him to fall for me.

“I know,” I pretend to agree. He still doesn’t tell me to stop. Instead, he is lifting his hips for me to remove his jeans.

“I told myself I wouldn’t let this happen again.” He leans forward, taking my face into his hands. “Why can’t I say no to you?”

“Because deep down, you don’t want to say no.” I take his cock into my hand, keeping my eyes trained on him. Just a slight move of my hand earns me a moan. “Is it better than fantasizing about it?”

He hisses. “Yes.”

His head falls back as he allows me to continue to pump him, pleasure taking over his body. He is big. Bigger than any man I’ve been with before, I’m salivating at seeing him.

Leo allows his eyes to shut only for a second before glaring back down at me. Positioning myself higher on my knees, my mouth meets his tip. He stops me by threading his fingers through my hair, drawing my head back.

“If we do this, no one can know,” he warns.

“I won’t tell a soul,” I reassure him with innocent eyes. Why would I spill? It would ruin the plan. “It will be our little secret.”

“When we are together like this, I’m the one who holds the dominance. You obey me. Do you understand?” The grip he has on my hair becomes tighter, and I wince from the pain. “If you don’t do as I say, I’ll punish you, and I won’t go easy on you.”

“I understand, Leo.” I tell him through the pain. “Use me, ruin me. I’m completely at your mercy.”

“Jesus.” He whispers, gazing down at me in wonder. “Go lock the door.”

Without hesitation, I scramble up from my knees and obey his demands. As I walk, I sense his eyes on my body the entire time, burning into my skin. Locking the door, I turn around to find him watching me intently with his hand stroking himself.

The sight almost makes my legs give out, but I hurry back over and drop to my knees again. Leo looks pleased with my position, like I’m worshipping him.

“Take your shirt off,” he orders.

Again, I don’t think twice. My fingers find the hem of my shirt and I’m ripping it off, tossing it to the side without looking to see where it lands.