Page 71 of His Wicked Revenge

As I attempt to turn away from him, Leo snatches my arm. “We both know that’s a lie.”

He walks backward with me still in his grasp until he steps through his bedroom door. His hand releases my arm as he lightly pushes me forward.

When he turns on the light, my eyes slide around the space—a black comforter with matching silk sheets and pillowcases, an actual headboard, which you don’t see most men have. The walls are painted white and bare of any decorations.

A shutting sound comes from behind me, causing my body to twist. When I find the noise source, Leo stands against the closed door. Muscles and tattoos are on display until he tucks his arms behind his back, and he stares at me with confidence lighting in his eyes.

“It’s in the bottom drawer.” He nudges his chin in the direction.

I peer over my shoulder at the dark, wooden nightstand beside his bed. My foot begins to tap anxiously against the floor, creating a slight rhythm to replace the silence.

When I look back at Leo, who is still glued to the door, his eyes wander over the skin visible in my pajamas—which is most of it.

“You can’t keep me here against my will.”

His eyes slowly find my face. “It’s a simple request. Show me how you make yourself come, then you’re free to leave.”

I roll my jaw, inhaling deeply, and then admit defeat. Pointing a finger his way, I warn him, “If you move from that spot, I will stop and leave with my toy.”

“Okay.”

“Do not touch me.”

“I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he says in seriousness but then smirks. “Unless you can’t satisfy yourself, and you beg for my help.”

“I won’t beg for your help.”

“We’ll see.” That smirk holds his face firmly as he gestures towards the nightstand again.

Huffing out an annoyed breath, I walk over and remove it from the drawer. Tossing it on his bed, I hook my thumbs into my sleep shorts and let them fall to the ground. When I step out of them, I kneel on the bed and crawl to where I will lie.

“Your shirt, too,” he orders once I’m on the bed. “I want to see all of you.”

Holding his attention for a second, I grip the hem of my shirt and peel it over my head, not missing how his eyes linger on the scar he gave me.

With my legs spread, I position myself on the bed, back against the headboard. Leo’s eyes don’t leave the space between my thighs as hunger drips from his dark gaze. His lips part as the breaths that leave him are heavy, causing his chest to move quickly.

I was lying before. I'm always in the mood whenever I’m in Leo’s vicinity. It doesn’t matter what we could be doing. There is something about him that ignites that burning fire inside me.

Lining the head of the dildo at my entrance, I keep my eyes on his face while I push it in. It sinks in deep, pulling a moan from my mouth as I stretch around it, but I don’t dare close my eyes. No matter how much I want to.

Leo’s chin dips forward, almost meeting his chest. His tongue pokes out past his lips, wetting them while he shifts on his feet. From his body language alone, I can tell he is holding himself back.

His willpower is held on by a thread.

“This is hard for you, isn’t it?” I ask, plunging the dildo deeper. “Watching me like this. Wanting to touch me, but knowing you aren’t allowed to.”

“Mhm.” He hums, nodding leisurely while his eyes remain on how I’m working the toy.

“What a good boy you are.” That catches his attention. His dark gaze slides to mine. I bite my bottom lip with a smirk.

At that, he whimpers, and it might have been the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

“The best.” His tongue darts out, coasting along his bottom lip.

I wish his tongue was on me right now. Inside of me instead of this toy that is not meeting my needs. The images of his face between my thighs reel through my mind as I thrust the toy in and out. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I picture him lapping me up.

“What are you thinking about?” His voice is husky, leaking with desperation to be on the same bed as me.