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“Ugh. I’m tired; I want to go to bed. Haven’t you already put me through enough today?” I say categorically.

He sneers and pushes me against a wall, the outline of his cock digging into me. “Are you fucking kidding me? I put you through enough? I wasn’t the one who ran two and a half miles down a country road in the dark and hitchhiked to the nearest police station. That could have ended very badly for you. There are a lot of crazy people out there.”

Feeling his firm body pressed against mine makes my brain all fuzzy, and any rational thought evaporates. But my sassy mouth can’t help itself.

“Aren’t you one of those crazy people? Or were you worried about me?”

Leon takes a step back, but before I know it, his big hand is at my throat again. “Don’t tempt me, solnyshko. You are enjoying this chase more than the feeling of my cock aching for you.”

My heart beats wildly against my chest, and we share a steamy eye contact. His words send a warm wave of pleasure straight to my core and make my pussy wet. His thumb runs up and down the front of my throat. It’s ridiculously seductive. Why does this man see into my soul as no other ever has?

“I just want to forget this day ever happened.”

All I wish is that his strong arms would wrap around me, pull me to his firm chest, and I would lose myself in him. Maybe I've unleased a softer side of him that he's long kept locked away, but I don’t think he's thinking about cuddling right now.

The corner of his mouth twitches into a smile. “I’ll make you forget. You love it when I take control of your body, but I won't give you what you want until you beg for it. I’ll tease you until you feel like you can’t take any more, and then I’ll tease you some more.”

“I will never beg for you.” I raise my chin.

The arousal soaking through my panties says otherwise.

Leon seems to think so, too and chuckles as his hand slides down the side of my body and his thumb strokes my already hard nipple. “I think you’ll beg for me before the night ends. Now follow me.”

And like a horny moth to the only flame willing to fuck her, I follow, even though I know I'll only end up getting burned.

Chapter 17 - Leon

I push open the door to my room and look at Natlie’s face as she surveys the matte midnight blue walls and the dusky orange bedding. The interior designer I worked with thought that dusk was the perfect time of day to capture in the room.

Her gaze darts straight to the silky sheets.

“Are you already thinking about how good those will feel on your naked body?” I sink my hand into her hair and pull her head back until she looks at me.

Her eyes smolder like the embers of a furnace. Their intensity sears into me, and with each flutter of her eyelashes, she casts a spell over me. She's so fucking beautiful, and I don’t know how much longer I can stand my ground. But I have an iron self-control, and I will tease her, make her beg for me, no matter how long it takes.

Natalie rolls her eyes; a soft gasp leaves her mouth as I spin her around and pin her against the wall.

I wedge my thigh between her legs and grin as she moves her hips and rubs her pussy against my thigh with the slightest of movements.

Natalie’s cheeks flush a deep pink. “I just want to go to sleep.”

“I don’t think you do. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be rubbing against my thigh like a cat in heat.”

She throws me a thunderous scowl. “I did not!”

My gaze falls on her breasts, her nipples poking against the thin white T-shirt. “You did, and we both know it. Look how hard your nipples are. Your body is so responsive to me. It’s addictive. You have no fucking idea what you are doing to me.”

Her expression changes, her eyes sparkle, and the corners of her mouth twitch. I know that there is lust and hunger in her, more than she would ever admit. And she doesn’t mind dirty talk, either.

I step away from her, not saying a word as my hands go to the buttons of my shirt. Slowly, I unbutton one after the other. Her gaze follows my hands, and when I reach the last button, she stares at me as if I were a painting that she is not sure how she feels about.

Her hands ball into fists at her side, and she bites her lower lip as I toss the shirt in the direction of the closet before I lose my pants and socks. I stand in front of her in just a pair of black boxer briefs, my cock straining against the soft fabric.

“Well, if you want to go to bed … are you ready?” I tease; her mouth opens before it slams shut again. She quickly reaches for the doorknob.

I stand in her way and prevent her from opening the door.

Instead, I lock the door. “You’ve already proved once today that I can’t trust you. We won't go there again, which means you’ll be spending the night here with me.”

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