Page 49 of Cat and Mouse

I can't let him win, but God, it's so hard to think straight when he's doing this to me.

I feel the tension coil in my belly, tighter and tighter, until I can't hold back anymore. With a broken moan, I come undone, my body shaking as the orgasm crashes through me.

Leo doesn't stop. He keeps his hand on me, relentless, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until I'm a boneless, trembling mess against him.

He finally pulls his hand away, but his grip on my waist doesn't loosen. His breath is hot against my neck, and I can feel his cock, still hard as steel, pressing into me.

"We're not done," he says, his voice low and dangerous, sending a shiver down my spine. He spins me around again, his hands sliding up to cup my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks.

"I don't know why I let you get under my skin," he murmurs, his eyes burning into mine.

"Maybe you like the chase," I whisper back, still breathless.

He chuckles, but it's dark, almost sinister. "Maybe." He leans in, his lips ghosting over mine, and I can feel the tension crackling between us, heavy and electric.

Chapter 14 - Leo

She's mine.

The second I saw Marco near her, something snapped inside me. That bastard had the nerve to talk to Elizabeth, like he had any right to be in her space, looking at her like she was something he could fucking have.

My teeth grind together, jaw clenched so tight I might break it, but I can't fucking help it. My hands are on her before I even realize I've moved, tugging at her bottom lip as I drag her closer. She gasps, wide-eyed, her lips slightly parted, but she doesn't pull away.

"Let me taste you," I growl, my voice low, rough. I'm barely hanging on to control. "You let me taste you, and I'll give you what you want."

Her whole body trembles, and she whispers my name, "Leo..."

It's like music to my ears, that soft breathy way she says my name. She shouldn't affect me like this, shouldn't drive me fucking crazy, but here I am, already on my knees in front of her. Pathetic, right? But fuck it, I don't care. I need her like I need my next breath.

"Please." The word slips out, rougher than I intend. "Fuck... I have to taste you. Just let me, Lizzie. Just let me."

I don't wait for her answer. My hands are already under her dress, and she's parting her legs, giving me what I need. The smell of her arousal hits me hard, making my dick strain painfully against my pants. My mouth is on her thighs, kissing,biting lightly as I move higher. She's already soaked, and I haven't even licked her yet. I drag her black thong to the side, exposing her to me, and the sight makes my head spin. I bury my face between her legs, inhaling her scent before running my tongue over her.

She moans, low and soft, and I fucking love that sound.

"Quiet," I warn her, voice thick with need. "Unless you want someone to hear."

She gasps, barely able to form words, "Yes..."

I can't help but chuckle. "Is that a question, Lizzie?"

She tugs at my hair, hard enough to make me groan. Fucking hell, this woman will be the death of me.

"Why the Mexicans?" she pants, her breath coming in sharp gasps as I replace my tongue with my fingers, sliding two inside her.

"They were working with Marco Rossiani, the guy you were just flirting with," I say between licks, watching her squirm for more. "That's how they killed my father."

Her body jerks at that, but she keeps her legs spread for me. "I wasn't flirting with him."

I respond by sinking my tongue inside her.

"Why?" she breathes, her hips grinding against my face.

"Power," I grunt, sucking her clit hard enough to make her cry out, her hands gripping my hair tighter. "Control."

She clenches around my fingers, and I know she's close again, her legs shaking.

"Is it true?" she gasps, trying to keep her voice steady. "That you have moles... in the department?"

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