Page 145 of Twisted Lover

“… Would you let me go if I asked you to?” I whisper, hardly daring to say it any louder than a thought. Still, it’s no accident. My mind is searching for excuses. Excuses to sink into Leo’s warmth forever. Excuses to fight back against his intoxicating pull.

I want him to say something that will make it clear to me that my decision has already been made. And not just by him, but by me too.

Because a decision has been made. I feel it. Somewhere deep down inside of me, a question has been answered. A hole has been filled. I just can’t quite seem to reach down and pull it out of the dark depths. Not without Leo’s help.

“That depends on how you ask,” Leo growls, not quite as taken aback by my question as I might have feared.

“What if I asked you right now? What if I pushed you away and said those words?”

“Why don’t you try it and see what happens?” Leo says.

Before I can say another word, he’s descended onto my body. A ragged sigh tears from my throat as he latches his lips around my nipple, then softly closes his teeth around the little pink nub.

Immediately, my hands are in his golden hair, holding on for dear life.

But even as the molten pressure in my core grows, and my back arches all the sharper, my head desperately tries to stay on straight.

“No. Tell me how you would answer first,” I rasp, just as Leo lifts up my thigh with his forearm. His giant, searing hand wanders down between my legs as he considers his response.

“If you asked me to let you go right now?” he asks, more to himself than to me.

“Yes.”

With a devilish smirk lifting up his cheekbones and revealing those heart-stopping dimples, he slides a finger into my soaking pussy.

“I would stand up and walk away…” he says, curling his finger upwards, stretching my tight pink walls out for both of our pleasure. “I would leave the front door open. I would order my men to stand down. You could be free, Sophia. Now, all you have to do is ask for it.”

A second finger slides inside of me, sending a cry racing up from my chest.

Fuck. He knows I won’t ask him to leave. Not now. Not while he’s inside of me. Not while he teases me with more.

… But even if he wasn’t, would I really take him up on that offer?

I don’t know. And the second Leo’s face leaves my tits; the moment his tongue first lashes down my stomach, and then against my swollen clit, I don’t care.

This is all I want.

Everything else be damned.

I’m not even in the right mind to consider if that means I have my answer. All I can do is struggle against the growing waves of pleasure crashing down upon me as Leo punishes me with his mouth and locks me into a cage with his tongue.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asks. Pulling away from my cunt, he tears his own shirt off, then stands up to unzip his pants.

“No…” I admit. But there’s no shame of defeat in my confession. This isn’t like before. He isn’t conquering me anymore. We’re past that. This is something different.

“Do you want to leave?” Leo asks, pulling down his pants.

His hard cock springs out and the sight steals my breath away.

“… No,” I rasp, empty of shame or guilt.

Just like that, I feel like I have my answer.

I don’t want to run. I don’t want to escape.

I want to sink into Leo’s warmth forever. I want him to fuck me without restraint. I want him to hold me without any other thought in his mind. I want him to fight for me like the world would end if I was taken.

I want this.

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