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My body doesn’t stop convulsing; my pussy is throbbing with each thrust as he fucks me through my orgasm.

He swallows my moans with a kiss, pressing hard enough to bruise my lips.

“That’s my girl,” he grunts without breaking his rhythm.

“Look at me.” His hands cup my head; he cages me in and tugs on my hair until my eyes snap open.

“I want you to watch me come for you.” He hisses, and a rush of excitement flows through me.

His eyes darken, his pupils dilate, and his last thrusts fuck me like a man on the brink of madness before he stills. His body tenses up. His guttural moans echo in the room as he fills me with his release.

“Fuck.” His forehead presses against mine, and his heavy breaths fan my face. I think I have been suffering from one long, never-ending orgasm, trembling with him as I feel his cock twitching inside me, which only turns me on all over again.

He slowly grinds and rolls his hips until our orgasms subside, but instead of pulling out, he grabs me by the ass, lifts me, and carries me into the bathroom.

Leon’s lips curl into a cocky smile, and he turns on the shower before lifting me under the warm rainfall and pinning me against the black tiles.

“I’m gonna fucking own you. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

I’m pretty sure my Dark Angel will steal a piece of my heart.

Chapter 7 - Leon

Not once in my life has a woman snuck out on me in the morning after a night of fucking.

Not until Natalie happened a week ago.

She left before she was supposed to. She cut our time short. Her audacity. Natalie stole one more fuck from us, from me. And she did it without saying a word. She just left.

I stare at the files before me, but the numbers and letters are blurred.

Right now, I should comb through the P&Ls and make sure the numbers match if I ever get audited. The FBI doesn’t need a trail to find the millions of dollars I move through my combined companies.

Instead, I can only think about the morning I woke up alone. My hands curl into fists.

Natalie should have been in my bed that morning. She should have been lying naked beside me in the white silk sheets, like an angel come to earth, completely exhausted from riding my cock all night.

It was the way she looked when I slipped out of bed and into the shower shortly after I had bent her body to my will. When I returned to bed, she was still there, fast asleep.

In the morning, she was gone.

Somehow, she snuck out without my security guard seeing her. She slipped out before the sun came up, leaving the other side of my bed cold.

It’s the first and the last time she will ever get the opportunity to do that. She had no right to treat me like I was a cheap fuck. When I finally get my hands on her, she will pay for thinking she could run from me.

“Everything alright, boss?” Boris asks as he walks into the room with another file tucked under his arm.

“Fine.” I hold my hand out for the file. “Is this the report from the laundromats?”

He nods. “There are a few numbers to look at more closely, but at first glance, everything I saw seemed to be in order. Denis is fixing a few machines in some of the laundromats today. I’ve instructed him to keep an eye out for anything useful.”

“Good.”

I open the folder and skim through the numbers before adding it to the growing stack of work I have to comb through later.

Boris clears his throat. “Boss?”

“Yes?”

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