Page 72 of His Wicked Revenge

“You,” I breathlessly answer.

“Better be.” Leo shifts, causing my eyes to open because it makes me think he is coming near me.

He isn’t, though. He is still posted against the door. I allow my eyes to wander to his shirtless body, moving down to his boxers, and stop when my attention is on his cock.

He’s so big. And this dildo doesn’t fill me the way he would. Groaning in agitation, my eyes close again.

“Look at me,” he demands, and I immediately obey, meeting his heated gaze. “Are you thinking about my mouth? My fingers? Or maybe what it would feel like to have a real cock inside of you instead of that fake one.”

He grips the bulge in his boxers tightly, hissing at the feeling. I continue to work the dildo, pushing it as deep as it can go but not hitting the spot I’m desperate for it to hit.

Leo must see the frustration appearing on my face because he smirks. The hand that has a hold of his cock begins to move slightly as he massages himself. Then he stands tall, back leaving the comfort of the door.

“Stay.” The warning doesn’t come out as harsh as I would have liked. But I blame it on my heavy breathing.

“I’m not a dog, Vee.” He chuckles. “Beg for me to help you.”

“Beg?” I stop the movement of my wrists, narrowing my eyes at him. “I’m not a dog, Leo.”

“No, but you are a filthy little bitch who sounds so good when she begs.” He inches closer to the bed, only stopping when the end of the mattress hits his legs. “That thing obviously isn’t doing it for you. How many times has it made you come? Minus the video you sent. And you only had a release because you were thinking about me.”

“Shut up.”

“Answer the question.” His voice turns cold for a second. The palms of his hands meet the bed. When I don’t respond, he breathes a heavy sigh of annoyance. “If you don’t want to answer, then tell me that you need my cock to push you over the edge.”

I shake my head profusely, eyes reaming shut. “No.”

The problem is, I want him to fuck me. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since I got my head on straight after running. He consumed my mind, body, and lack of soul.

At first, I thought it was the guilt eating away at me. It could have been, but it was something else, too.

“Little angel.” His soft voice forces me to open my eyes. His features have softened from the hard edges that took over when he was demanding. “I want to be the one to make you come. Let me do that for you. Please.”

My breathing is uncontrollable. My mind is all over the place, but one thing I’m sure about is that I need him inside of me.

Nodding, I watch his shoulders sag in relief. Leo doesn’t waste another second before he climbs onto the bed. With my legs still spread, he kneels between them. Reaching his hand down, he removes mine from the base of the toy.

With his gaze lowered, he begins to thrust. “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t even glance at me when he says, “I’m going to make you come.”

“But—I thought⁠—”

“You thought I was going to have sex with you? I would love to bury myself into your pretty cunt, but you need to learn patience, Vee.” His eyes fall between my legs, and he whispers, “You’ve always been so damn impatient.”

The words get knocked out of me when he drives the dildo deeper than it’s ever been before. Out of reflex, my hand flies down to his wrist while the other clutches the bedspread. I gasp as he does it repeatedly.

“There you go, baby,” he praises. “You look so beautiful taking it like a good girl.”

“Leo!” I gasp again when he picks up the speed.

“Tell me when you’re about to come.”

“Now!” I almost yell the word but swallow the scream that I want to unleash.

Leo rips the silicone out of me, and for a moment, I’m scared he brought me to that edge and is going to leave me stranded. But when I look up and meet his eyes, he sinks himself inside of me.

“Fuckkk,” he moans out.