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“But you keep hanging around him, all the while worrying he’s with other women, yet hoping he’ll make you his. I guess I just don’t understand.”
Pushing her shoulders back, she holds her chin high and huffs. “You’re right. You don’t understand. Forget I asked.”
She walks off but before she can turn out of the aisle, I add, “And for future knowledge, unless Leo gives you permission, don’t talk to Rayna. You are so playing games and I’m promising you now, I won’t let you use her.”
Before she can walk off, I do. Pushing the cart, I turn the corner and join the line at the checkout.
My adrenaline races, and I keep waiting for her to come at me, but it was the right thing to do. It has nothing to do with what I feel for Leo, it’s what I feel for his daughter. For this girl, my saviour, I’ll protect her as much as I can from anyone, especially someone who just wants to fuck her daddy.
Flames lick the edges of my vision but then something shifts around me. Something isn’t right. The flames disappear and there’s nothing but darkness. A thud hits my ears, and I jump up. I’m in Rayna’s room. It’s the television. It’s now switched off. I must’ve dozed off while watching the movie with Rayna. Movement across the room sends my heart into a thumping frenzy and I reach out and grab the nearest thing to hand.
The lamp turns on and Leo stands there, brow cocked and a fucking smirk on his face.
“You scared me.”
“What were you planning on doing with that?” he asks, pointing to the item in my hand. Turns out, my weapon of choice is a Barbie doll. “Were you going to Barbie me to death?”
It is stupid and I doubt it would cause much damage but as I glance down at Rayna sleeping so peacefully, unaffected by the violence and horror in this world, I tell him, “To protect her, I would’ve made it useful.”
His smirk drops from his face and his chest heaves before he nods, understanding that for his daughter, I will use whatever’s at hand to save her from harm or having to adapt to living with terrifying memories for the rest of her life.
“Come on, it’s late,” he says.
I lay the doll back in its place and creep across the room and turn off the lamp. He didn’t want to talk this morning and having no plans on being ignored again tonight, I wordlessly head for my room.
I make it halfway down the hall before he grabs onto my arm and spins me to face him. I wait for him to say something, promising to keep my vow of not being the one always chasing him.
His hand moves from my arm up to my cheek. He’s always so warm and I can’t help but lean into his touch. He runs the pad of his thumb under my eye and closes the space between us until his chest is flush with mine.
He leans in to kiss me. My head is screaming for me to step back and push him away but fighting every other part of me is too weak. I let him kiss me. I let him walk me backward until we’re in my room and he’s closing the door. I let him undress me and watch on as he strips out of his hoodie and jeans, his boxer briefs following close behind. I don’t move a muscle or make a sound as he stands before me naked as the day he was born. My gaze falls to the tattoos on his chest and stomach, but he doesn’t let me stare for long. Pinching my chin between his forefinger and thumb, he tilts my head back. While I wait for his kiss, there’s a long moment where he simply stares at me, capturing me in his sights.
I dare to move my arm and place my hand over his heart. It thumps under my touch, and I wish I could feel him without my gloves on. But there’s no way I’m taking them off. I’d rather have the thin lacey barrier between us.
“We don’t have to do this,” I go to say but it comes out softly. I hope he heard me.
“I’m going to kiss you now. I don’t wanna talk. You good with that?”
I nod and he leans in and presses his lips to mine. With one sweep of his tongue over mine, I go to deepen the kiss when he murmurs, “Last night felt so good inside you, I want more.”
“Then take it. Take me.”
He can have every part of me. Whether he knows it or is blind to it, I’m his anyway.
Cupping the back of my head, he pulls me against him, slams his mouth on mine and before the kiss can go any further, he’s pushing me back onto the bed and climbing on top of me.
He lowers himself, his lips scorching a trail of blazing heat up my inner thigh. Flicking the tip of his tongue against my clit, I fist the sheets and arch my back as he assaults my clit with his mouth. This is even better than last night—so much more personal and intimate. He slides a finger inside me all the while continuing to lap at my clit. I haven’t been touched like this in a long time and now that it’s Leo between my thighs and I’m completely letting go, it doesn’t take long for me to come. My body shudders through my climax and a hunger to please him in the same way violently overwhelms me. I’m no longer in control, acting solely off of animalistic desire. He climbs up my body and I wrap my hand around his hard length. Pushing him onto his back, I manoeuvre myself so I’m on all fours and take him into my mouth. Taking him in until he hits the back of my throat, I gag and release him with a pop and flick my tongue over his tip. His thighs tense and I suck him back in, finding a steady rhythm that has him throbbing between my lips. His fingers thread into my hair and he fists it tightly. Bobbing my head up and down, I work his shaft as I suck harder.
“Fuck, Hols,” he hisses. “That mouth of yours.”
Hearing this urges me on but before I can tip him over the edge, he’s gripping my arms and hauling me up the bed. He keeps me on all fours and when he grabs onto my hips, I gasp from the bruising deep bite. My head is yanked back. His mouth closes in on mine and I lap up the kiss, unaware he’s lining himself up at my entrance. He deepens the kiss as he thrusts inside me.
He growls into my mouth, “You feel so fuckin’ good, Hols. So fuckin’ good.”
“You feel better.”
His hand slides down from my neck to my breast and he pinches my nipple agonisingly hard, and yet it feels so fucking good. It rocks through me, and I roll my hips to meet every single one of his thrusts.
With every stroke hitting me harder, I stuff my face into the pillow to silence my cries.
