Page 24 of See Me After Class

As I came, screaming out in submission, Leon no longer held back. He pulled me close and pierced his cock into me, driving in and out with merciless force. I cried out as he slammed in, pulled out completely, and then drove into me again.

His breathing grew ragged as he pushed in and out until I whimpered, "Not in me!"

"Never," he called back. I could feel his legs begin to shake as he pulled out at the last moment. The warmth of his seed coated my skin.

I collapsed on the bed.

He towered over me, questions burning in his eyes, his cock still hard from the act.

I smiled back. I meant the smile to be innocent, as innocent as I could possibly make it, but his eyes never stopped burning.

"What are you doing to me?" he asked softly.

I shook my head, unfazed by his question. I used my elbows to push myself to a half-seated position and began putting my robe back on.

"You're leaving?"

I arched my brow at him. "Would you like me to stay and cook breakfast for you? Perhaps make you some coffee?"

His face darkened for a second, but then his lips parted to a full-blown laugh, hearty and rich. Somehow, it warmed me in places it had no business doing.

"Touché, Angel. I have a feeling we're going to get along pretty well."

I pressed my lips into a thin line. "You do, do you? I admire your confidence, Leon Vincenzo."

"Trust me, you should. It's taken me years to cultivate it." His words trailed off into the distance, and his hazel eyes softened. "Go, Dessie. Get on with your life."

The man really did confuse me. Try as I would, I just could not read him. Not good for my resumé.

What are you doing, Dessie?

And then, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

9

Dessie

None of this is going according to plan.

I straightened abruptly, my spine rigid with forced calmness. My eyes met Leon's, his gaze smug and self-assured, irritatingly reminiscent of a cat that got the cream. I masked my inner turmoil with an indifferent shrug, even as my mind raced with churning thoughts. This was not the outcome I had envisioned. I was meant to steer this game, yet here I was, playing rat to his flute.

"Right." My voice was steady, but my hands betrayed me as I began picking at my nails. I stumbled, feigning nonchalance while clumsily checking my watch. "This has been... interesting, but I really must go."

Leon remained sprawled, a picture of leisurely satisfaction, a smirk playing on his lips. His indifference was like a slap in the face, fueling my growing resentment. He had no business looking so pleased, not now.

"Sure," he drawled, stretching languidly, his movements deliberate and teasing. "But don't you want to stay a bit longer? Maybe cuddle?"

My answer was sharp, a staccato note in the tense air. "Cuddle? With you? I think not. I've got places to be, things to do. This was a momentary lapse, nothing more."

He propped himself on his elbows, his eyes following my every move. "A lapse, huh? You seemed pretty 'in the moment' to me."

I turned my back to him with a jerk, avoiding his gaze. "Believe whatever makes you sleep at night, Leon. But right now, I need to leave."

As I fumbled with my belongings, his chuckle echoed in the room, infuriatingly smug. "Then why are you taking so much time to go, Dessie?"

He was right. Of course he was right. I was drawing the moment out because I felt like an absolute failure. I was meant to ask him questions while I fucked him.

I was going to seduce him and get him to reveal the exact details of where he was and what he was doing the night Oswald died. I didn't imagine he'd confess straight away, but eventually. I knew I would have to be patient and give it time.

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