Page 42 of Vicious Redemption

Luigi is at the door, opening it for us as soon as we reach the top step of the grandiose front porch.

“Have our bags brought in, please, Luigi,” Leo says, following me into the entry.

“Of course, sir.” The butler gives us a polite bow.

Making my way across the entry, I head down the hallway toward our room. Halfway there, I note that Leo still hasn’t caught up. Glancing over my shoulder, I find him admiring me openly, his eyes shifting from the open back of my dress up to my eyes as he flashes me a daring smile.

“Just wanted one last chance to appreciate your new dress,” he says, his low rumble sending a shiver of anticipation through my core.

A grin breaks across my face. “It feels even better than it looks,” I tease, running my hands down the soft fabric and over my curves.

Leo growls playfully and takes three long strides to close the distance between us. Pulling me into his arms, he spins me around and claims my lips, kissing me fiercely. His hands roam over my hips and ass, and he hums with approval.

“It is soft,” he admits, smiling against my lips.

“Too bad I have to take it off,” I breathe.

“I don’t know. I have a sneaking suspicion that, as good as it looks on you, it might look even better once you’re out of it.”

I laugh softly and press gently against his chest to put some space between us. Then, turning, I step out of his grasp and send a coy grin in his direction.

I slip inside our suite a moment later, leaving him to follow.

Leo enters, sliding the bolt home as he watches me pull my hair from its high ponytail. I shake out my long tresses, going for sensual as I let them cascade over my shoulders and down my back. Residual waves of uncertainty ripple through me, but I fight through them, determined to put my best foot forward and prove I can be seductive, too.

Then I turn to face him. Reaching for the ribbon at the nape of my neck, I slowly undo the bow, holding my halter top closed. Air hisses between Leo’s teeth as I let the soft fabric fall open, revealing my breasts. The silk whispers past my hips without any encouragement, and in an instant, I’m naked except for my strappy golden high heels.

Leo’s eyes travel down my body an inch at a time until they land on the small triangle of hair at the peak of my thighs. “You weren’t wearing any underwear? All night?” he rasps.

Trapping my lip playfully between my teeth, I shake my head. “Not since Arthur Mae’s.”

I hoped it might turn him on, thinking about me out in public with him, wearing nothing beneath my thin dress. And I’m not disappointed as I watch his expression turn carnal. The prominent bulge that presses against the zipper of his slacks confirms my plan worked.

My core tightens in anticipation of having him inside me. And the anxiety that had riddled me after Elena’s comments vanish beneath the heat of his gaze. Maybe I’m young and inexperienced, but Leo’s definitely not bored with me. And I want to learn all he’ll teach me because I never want this overwhelming, magnetic attraction between us to fade.

Stepping out of the yellow silk pooled at my feet, I approach him slowly. He watches every step I take, his eyes predatory as he waits for his prey to draw near. I reach him, resting my palms on his strong pecs, and lean onto my tippy-toes to kiss him softly.

“Yeah, I definitely like it better when you wear your dress like this,” he murmurs jokingly.

Arms snaking around my waist, Leo pulls me flush against his body, letting his hands explore the naked flesh of my back. The warmth of his palms soaks into my skin, raising goosebumps in their wake and stealing my breath away.

“You’re fucking irresistible,” he growls, kissing me firmly as one hand tangles in my hair.

My stomach quivers, and I melt into him. I relish the way he touches me, taking his pleasure and turning himself on at the same time as he awakens my need. Gripping his tie, I tug our lips together more adamantly. And when his lips part mine, our tongues tangle in a passionate kiss. It feels so good to be with him, to be bound to him in every humanly way possible, and to know he wants me.

But still, I’m dying to know what I’ve been missing out on. I want him to do to me what he’s done to women before. I want to know what it’s like to be tied up. And more than that, I want to know why Leo thinks I wouldn’t like it.

“Leo,” I breathe between kisses as his caress grows more adamant.

“Hmm?”

“Please, will you tie me up?”

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LEO

My muscles stiffen at Tia’s request, my fingers pressing into her soft flesh.

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