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CHAPTERTWELVE
“Let’s get ice cream,” Leo said as we walked out of the restaurant.
I turned so that the two of us were facing one another. He was at least a head taller than me, and since I was not wearing heels, I had to stand up on my tiptoes to reach his mouth.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his own. To an outsider, we would look like a young couple enjoying a date night. What they wouldn’t know was that I was thinking about how I could get him to shove his cock inside of me in the alleyway.
“How about we do something more interesting?” I asked.
Some women might be embarrassed to ask for sex in such a way, but I was not one of them. I’d made the decision while Leo’s fingers were inside of my body that I was going to enjoy fucking him while I could.
Why not? If I was going to have to play this game, I might as well get something out of it, and if there was anything that I could see it was that Leo knew what he was doing.
His hands went around my back embracing me. “Is that what you want?” he asked, bringing his lips down. “Do you want me to fuck you against the wall?”
I moaned at the thought. What happened in the restaurant was just supposed to be an appetizer, and now, I wanted more.
Leo reached down and pressed his lips against mine softly. His kiss was gentle and soft, and when I tried to deepen it, he pulled away slightly. He reached out and tipped my chin, so that we were looking into one another’s eyes, and the moment felt oddly romantic. I shivered and tried to pull away.
The intensity of the moment was making me incredibly uncomfortable, but Leo’s arm tightened around me. “I’m not going to fuck you in the alleyway,” he said. “And you shouldn’t feel like you need to do that.”
I snorted. “You could not possibly fathom that I might want to do that?” This time I untangled myself from him with enough force that he had to let me go, so that we didn’t topple over. “You pretend to be all progressive and shit, but you are just as chauvinistic as the rest.” I raised my hands in frustration. “Newsflash. It’s 1986. Women are sexual beings. We enjoy it. We want it. It’s why I let you do what you did to me inside the restaurant. Because I wanted it.”
Leo said nothing.
I got in his face. “If you are looking for a pretty little Bratva Princess, I can assure you that I’m not it. I fuck when I want, with who I want, and I like it that way.”
I grabbed my bag and stormed off, uninterested in playing this game with Leo any longer. I’d thought that we’d be ending the night in bed together, but I realized now that I’d been played. He was fine using sex as a way to wrap me around my finger, but in the end, he wanted a woman like Natasha.
I could cum on his hand in the middle of a restaurant, but it was supposed to make me ashamed.
I snorted. Fuck that.
* * *
The hot water was scalding, and I allowed it to wash away the stress of the day. I came home from being with Leo and immediately went to shower. I probably should have taken a cold one, as I was still keyed up from what had happened between the two the two of us.
I closed my eyes as the water eased my tense muscles. I was exhausted. Something about the constant fighting with Leo zapped me of energy. Sometimes, it felt as though we were on the same page—both chess pieces on a board that were being moved against our wills.
But then, he pulled some shit like he did this evening where he reminded me that he was just like every other man that I had ever had any sort of relationship with.
I shook my head. I was not in the mood to think about Leo. He didn’t matter, so I did not understand why I even cared. After all, I was going to get rid of Leo the moment that we married. With every passing day, I realized that Leo was not going to be someone I could control. He might want to fuck me, but one way that he did differ from the other men I’d been with was that he was not as easily controlled by his dick.
I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and turned off the shower. I walked out of the bathroom trying not to hiss as the chilly air hit my skin. I could feel goose pimples prickle on my skin, and I tried to wrap the towel even tighter around my body as I padded softly to my bedroom.
When I opened the door, I gasped.
“What the fuck?”
Sitting on my bed was Leo. I looked around for Natasha. I didn’t know why. She was sleeping, and even if she let Leo in house, she would not have allowed him in the room.
His dark eyes were staring at me with his normal intensity, and I tried not to squirm at his glare.
“How did you get in here?”
He held up something that caught the moonlight. It was a key. “I have a key.”
“How the fuck did you get that?” My apartment was guarded. By a ton of Bratva guards. That was the agreement with my father. I could live on my own as long as I agreed that I would have a security detail, and that I would live in a building that he owned.
