Page 21 of Crave You

I nod my head in agreement and Leona’s eyes widen.

I snort out a soft laugh. “What? You thought I would deny that?”

She looks into my eyes, and she takes my breath away. I can feel myself getting hard just looking at her soft features. I can’t help but imagine her face screwed up in painful ecstasy as I slam into her.

“Did you use me last night?” she asks, her voice so quiet I have to lean in closer to hear her. As I bend, I smell her. She smells of vanilla and something citrusy, a perfume or shampoo or something. Beneath that, I can smell the heat of her skin and it might be my imagination, but I’m almost certain I can smell her pussy, when she mentions last night.

I shrug my shoulders in answer to her question. “I suppose you could say we used each other,” I say.

Her cheeks flush and I want to reach out and touch them. I want to fuck her until she screams my name. I want to own her. I want to hear her crying my name, and begging for mercy as I make her cum over and over again.

“What happened to Tilly?” Shawn asks, cutting through my thoughts.

“She left,” Damien says. “You know what she’s like, flitting between people until she finds someone to entertain her needs.”

“Yeah, and Zander make it pretty clear that wasn’t going to be him — this time,” Lucien butts in.

“Any time,” I say quickly.

We sit chatting and all the time I am so aware of Leona, close to me. After I finish my second drink, I stand up.

“I’ll go get us another round,” I say.

“Nah,” Damien says. “This party blows. Let’s go back to Valens House.”

There’s a general murmur of agreement and the four of us and the three girls head back to our place.

We settle in the main lounge downstairs and the drinks are soon flowing, and a joint is passed around. A few other people join the fun and before I know it, we seem to be having another party. I go with it, and turn the music up. Someone breaks some lines of cocaine and the party really gets started.

I’m not interested in any of that though. I am only interested in one thing: getting it on with Leona.

After an hour or so, I watch as Leona stands to go to the bathroom. I wait a moment and then I follow her up the stairs. There are several bathrooms up there, but I saw Damien give Leona directions to our private bathroom, the one reserved for us and our VIP guests. I make small talk and greet people as I go up the stairs. A couple who are making out at the top of the stairs jump apart when I pass them.

I ignore them and carry on. I go to the private bathroom and wait outside the door. Before long I hear running water and Leona steps out humming to herself.

If she is surprised to see me standing there, she hides it well. “Stalker much?” she says.

She goes to step around me, but I am not having that. I growl in anger at her flippant attitude and grab her by one wrist before pulling her back into the bathroom. I lock the door and stand in front of it.

“What the hell are you doing?” she demands.

“I believe those boys are a bad influence on you,” I say with a hard smile. “I think I’m going to have to teach you a lesson about what happens to girls who play with fire.”

“Excuse me?” Leona says.

“You heard me,” I say.

Our gazes lock.

“I can’t say I’m a fast learner,” she says.

That does it. I reach out and grab her, I slam her against the wall beside the door. She tries to break free, but she doesn’t stand a chance against me. I laugh at her efforts, and she glares at me.

“I like it when you fight me, remember?” I say with a grin. “It only makes me harder.”

"Fuck you!” she snaps, letting loose with her fists.

I let her pummel at my chest with those little fists for a moment and then desire overcomes me and I can’t wait any longer to teach Leona her lesson.

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