Page 48 of Spice and Revenge

The rejection stings. He hasn’t even looked at my body for longer than ten seconds. His gaze has been nothing but irritated andannoyed. He probably regrets ever spending ten thousand bucks on that mystery box.

I can’t forget the excitement that thrummed in my veins when Leo bid on the black box. When Marco came into the dressing room, right before we were put into the boxes, he’d been shocked to see me. Without me telling him anything, he told me to get into the black box. Black was Leo’s favorite color, and Marco claimed Leo always made logical and predictable choices when it came to things like this.

Turns out, Marco hadn’t been wrong. Now, I’m beginning to regret even signing up.

Remember your plan, a voice in my head whispers.

Right.

I swallow and I turn to see him running his hands through his hair.

“Wait,” I gasp. “What if you don’t kiss because you’ve never kissed a woman before?”

Leo raises his head to look at me, and a dark chuckle slips out of his lips.

“What’s funny? I’m trying to figure you out, here,” I say, placing a hand on my hips.

“Don't waste your energy trying to figure me out. No one's ever truly seen the real me. And I don't plan on changing that now.”

“Well, then I'll just have to come to you,” I declare, determination in my voice. “I'll break down your walls till youcan’t take a single breath without thinking about me. No matter how long it takes. I want to be a part of you. I want you to think about me day and night. I want you to want me, just as I want you. Let me in, Leo. Show me I'm not crazy for wanting you.”

His eyes follow the movement, and I almost smirk at the dark look pooling within his brown orbs. Before thinking, I walk towards him with a slight sway of my hips.

“I know you feel it,” I purr, tracing my fingers along the leather of his belt.

My high heels give me the advantage of reaching his ears. Gripping his shoulder, I bite his earlobe before whispering, “This connection that we have. I see it in your eyes. I know you want to fuck me, Leo…”

The moment the words slip out of my mouth, Leo’s hand reaches up to grab my jaw in a firm grip.

“Letting you moan my name doesn't give you the right to address me formally,” he growls, but his eyes never leave my lips.

“What do you want me to call you, then?” I ask. My hands reach forward as I place both hands against his chest. My palms caress the material of his dress shirt, feeling the hard ridges of his muscles beneath my fingers.

“Master? Don? Sir…” I suggest, testing his reaction.

His jaw clenches, his grip tightening on my face. “You’ve been staring at my lips for minutes now. Seems like you want to kiss me,” I tease softly.

Leo's response is immediate. “I actually want you to shut the hell up,” he snaps.

“Then shut me up. I know you know how.”

Leo curses under his breath before letting go of my face. I instantly miss his touch, but I remind myself that I shouldn’t enjoy this too much.

Grinding his jaw, he takes a seat on the sofa behind him, spreading his legs. Then, his eyes slowly trail up my frame. His dark eyes drink in every inch of my body, from my red stilettos to my long legs clad in fishnet tights. When they get to my hips, they darken, and I catch him clenching his fists. Wetness pools between my legs as a pleasant shiver runs down my spine. His eyes trail up to my taut stomach, over my transparent bra, and finally to my face.

I don’t wait for him to say anything. Instead, I step closer until the front of my legs brush the sofa and I’m standing between his spread legs. A low hiss leaves his lips as I kneel before him. When I run the sides of my face over his groin, I feel his firm grip on my hair.

“Don’t tease me, Lorena,” he says through clenched teeth.

I regard the sharp edges of his face, the rise and fall of his chest and the large bulge he’s currently sporting in front of his pants. Inhaling a deep breath, I move my hands to his belt and quickly undo the buckle. My fingers shake slightly as I unzip his fly. With a low groan, he slips his hard dick out of his briefs.

It's long and thick, and I feel myself getting wetter by the second as I take him in.

A low groan slips from his lips as my hand wraps around his length. He is hot, thick and warm, making my mouth water. As I stroke him slowly, his breathing quickens and his grip on my hair tightens.

Tugging my hair backwards, he growls, “No teasing, Lorena.”

Without wasting any further time, I lower my head and take him into my mouth. He groans again as I suck down on his length, moaning softly at how thick and juicy it is. I feel him wrap my hair around his wrist, and something about the movement makes me wetter if that is even possible at this point.

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