Page 47 of Vicious Redemption

I didn’t think he was actually serious about making me come. But as my orgasm sweeps through me like a hurricane, I sob with pleasure.

And when Leo thrusts inside me a moment later, I lose my ever-loving mind. His fingers brush lightly across my twitching clit, sending zings of electric euphoria out to my fingers and toes. My walls throb and pulse around his hard length, gripping him forcefully.

The ecstasy that consumes me now is different from any I’ve experienced before. It’s so intense, it makes me want to cry. Even the slightest movement sends me into twitching convulsions, and fresh waves of pleasure rip through me until black dots dance across my vision.

“Good girl,” Leo purrs, and I’m quickly starting to love the way he praises me.

It’s so commanding, possessive even, like I’m truly a pet he’s training—molding to suit his needs. It should leave me feeling degraded, like I’m little more than property. Instead, it makes me feel like he’s teaching me exactly how to satisfy him for a lifetime.

Those fears and insecurities that had plagued me after Elena’s comments now seem almost laughable. Because I can feel how much he wants me in the steel of his erection. I can hear the pleasure I bring him by taking him inside me.

If this is what Leo likes, then I’m more than capable of handling it.

In truth, though it’s sexy in a very different way than when he makes love to me, this is just as pleasurable. And the thrill of it adds a fresh flavor that makes me giddy. With the blindfold, all my remaining senses seem to be on overdrive. And my skin is so sensitive, I feel as though a feather might sear my flesh.

But I want more.

My hips roll of their own volition, my belly pressing down toward the bed as I grind back against Leo. And this time, he doesn’t punish me. Instead, his chest finds my back, one palm resting beside my breast as he envelops me. And as he thrusts inside me, his fingers play me like an instrument.

I’ve barely finished coming, and yet, I’m already on the brink again. My body’s exhausted, trembling uncontrollably at the way he demands my pleasure.

“My sexy, beautiful little pet,” he breathes, his lips trailing kisses down my spine. “I want to own every inch of you.”

“Yes,” I whimper, my hips bucking against him, deepening the penetration and making my core throb.

“Say my name, and I’ll let you come,” he commands, nipping the flesh along the curve of my neck.

“Leo,” I moan. “Please let me come. I wanna come.” I’m on the verge of whining in my needy state, but my words seem to turn him on as he stiffens further inside of me, swelling until I think I’m going to burst.

“Come for me, bella mia,” he commands, and the familiar term of endearment suddenly feels so much more potent.

I’m his beauty.

I’m his.

I cry out as he traps my clit between his finger and thumb, pinching and rolling it so it’s almost painful but so entirely pleasurable that I launch into oblivion. Sobbing with the strength of my throbbing release, I arch into him. And he groans, the sound deliciously agonized—like I’m torturing him as much as he’s torturing me.

My muscles relax as I slump onto the bed, my body spent from the overwhelming stimulation, the most powerful orgasms that I’ve ever experienced. And above me, Leo chuckles, the sound soft and dark.

“A deal’s a deal, love,” he murmurs in my ear. “I promised you one more orgasm.”

I whimper, unable to imagine I could possibly come again. But when he nips my ear lobe, my walls still tighten around his hard length.

Then he reaches up, his fingers soft and dexterous as they loosen the tie, holding my arms above my head. Sweet relief washes through my shoulders and down to my fingers as soon as I’m free.

I hadn’t recognized the lack of blood flow getting out to my extremities until now. But my arms drop heavily to the mattress, a sense of tingling bliss racing across my skin. It’s like that strange feeling just after the pins and needles subside once your foot’s gone to sleep. Not quite painful anymore and still aching with pleasure.

Strong arms wrap around me a moment later, and as gently as one might carry precious cargo, Leo turns me over, letting me sprawl on my back.

“Are you up for more?” he teases softly, guiding the blindfold up off my eyes when I can’t find the strength to do it myself.

“Mm-hmm,” I moan contentedly, and though I’m weak with the heady cocktail of my bliss, I lift my head off the bed to steal a kiss.

A low rumble vibrates from Leo’s chest into mine. And he settles between my thighs, guiding his silken tip to my entrance with ease. I wrap my legs around his hips, my heels pressing into his skin as I encourage him to take me exactly as he pleases.

And when our eyes meet, he eases inside of me at a tantalizingly slow pace. The fire in his gaze lights my soul ablaze, burning away any last flickers of doubt that Leo might not want me. No one could fake the ravenous desire he levels me with now, and deep satisfaction consumes me to know he feels it, too. This overwhelming attraction, a connection that steals my breath away and makes me question my sanity.

“Don’t look away, Tia,” he breathes. “I want to see it in your eyes when you come this time.”

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