Page 131 of His Wicked Revenge

His chest heaves as he stands there, staring at me with those dark eyes. Any hint of light that wanted to creep through has now gone away. The way he is looking at me makes my skin crawl. The monster in the darkness is coming out of the shadows.

The man before me isn’t the same man who was whispering sweet nothings into my ear just last week.

This is a man who was full of hatred and revenge.

Tilting my head to the side, I smirk at him. “Oh, so this will be one of our other sessions? Will we talk about my issues before or after we have sex?”

That cold gaze pierces my body, and I swear I can feel the icy sting. Leo takes a step towards the bed. Then another. I do my best to stay still. I don’t want him to know that I’m even slightly afraid. Fear holds loosely onto my body while the adrenaline of wondering what he is about to do tries to push the fear away.

The mattress dips beneath his weight, but he doesn’t take his eyes off me. Not for a second.

Not when he kneels before me.

Not when his warm hands slide the dress up my legs.

Only when he lifts the dress above my waist do his eyes drop from my face. He glances down at the spot between my legs, a smirk tugging the corner of his lip. I chose not to put on any underwear tonight because I knew that we would be having sex.

I didn’t know the night would have been flipped upside down. When all that shit happened downstairs, I wasn’t expecting this to happen.

“Is the big, bad Leo going to teach me a lesson?”

I’m craving a punishment from him. Whatever he wants to do is better than fighting. Hell, I would be okay with him giving me the cold shoulder if it meant he wouldn’t yell at me.

He shakes his head. “I don’t think you deserve punishments anymore.”

“Why not? I fucked up again.”

“Exactly.” He lowers himself until he is lying between my legs. While his arms wrap around the backs of my thighs, he keeps his eyes trained on my face. “You fucked up again. Meaning, no matter how many times I punish you, you’ll never learn.”

“Then why is your face between my thighs?”

“Because,” His tongue flattens, trailing from my entrance to my clit. “You once begged me to take my anger out on you.” Another lick while he stares at me through hooded lids. “And I’m furious, Vee.”

I squeal and try to move myself back when his mouth attaches to my clit. He isn’t gentle about it either, which is why I’m pushing myself away.

Do I get anywhere? No.

His hold around my thighs is so tight that getting out from under him isn’t an option.

A gasp flies past my lips when I feel him bite down. “Leo!”

He doesn’t bother responding. He just continues his assault on my pussy. With the most sensitive part of me in his mouth, Leo plunges two fingers inside of me without warning. My back arches off the bed while he pumps and sucks roughly.

My hand meets the top of his head, attempting to shove him off of me, but there is no give. Nothing I do will make him stop. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to keep going so that my mind is taken off of the crazy events that happened tonight.

Deciding to stop pushing him away, my fingers dive into his hair. I bend them, catching the strands between my fingers, and give Leo a good tug. He groans against me, the vibration adding to the pleasure that is rolling through my body.

With the speed of his fingers and the suction of his lips, I fall over the edge faster than I would have liked. An animalistic moan is wretched out of me while he continues to work his magic.

And continues.

As the orgasm takes over my body, Leo doesn’t slow down his movement. Instead, he picks up the pace. This climax shakes the ground, throwing me off the side of the cliff as it pulses throughout me. My eyes roll back, my toes curl, and my fingers grip his hair tighter.

Finally, once satisfied, he detaches his mouth and removes his fingers. My breathing is heavy, and I try hard to compose myself, but I can’t focus on how my lungs are screaming at me.

It’s hard to focus on that when Leo is undressing before me. He rips open his shirt, sending buttons flying all across the room. He undoes his belt with one hand, and that sight alone almost makes me come again.

He quickly steps off the bed and removes the last pieces of clothing. Before I have the chance to do anything, he pounces. Leo straddles my thighs with his hand wrapped around my neck.