Page 56 of Spice and Revenge

“I believe you're in no position to give me orders,” I counter, my gaze locked with hers, watching the way her pulse hitches in her throat.

“And I think we're way past the point of you being surprised that I don't follow your commands.”

“Really?” I challenge, rising to my feet.

Lorena swallows thickly before she nods. When I bring a hand to the side of her face, she makes a low moaning sound deep in her throat.

“That damn mouth of yours. I really should shut you up every chance I get.”

“What’s stopping you?” she replies, inching her face closer while I instinctively lean back.

“Use your words, princess,” I say, the nickname slipping out unintentionally.

But that’s the last thing I care about now, because Lorena spreads her legs herself, and I’m currently standing between her thighs.

“You won’t touch me down there until you kiss me,” she murmurs.

“Down where? Your pussy?” I ask, and even in the dim lighting, I see her skin flush visibly. “For someone who participated in a sex auction, you seem shy to call your pussy what it is. A cunt, a vagina, a wet hole…” I trail off, feeling her legs encircle my waist.

“Enough with the games. Just kiss me, Leonardo,” she orders, her voice husky and her eyes blazing.

And in that moment, my last thread of restraint shatters.

With a low growl, my hand tugs on her ponytail as I lower my lips to hers. My mouth is hot and hungry as it devours her lips, swiping over her tongue and sucking her lower lip between my teeth. Lorena whimpers, her hands gripping my shoulders and her nails digging into my skin through the material of my pajamas. She shivers beneath me as I bite softly on her bottom lip before pulling away from her with a low hiss.

Her face is flushed, and she looks up at me with wide, dark eyes. Her chest heaves with rapid breaths, and somehow between the kiss, I’d ripped the band holding her hair, causing the strands to fall in loose curls across her face.

“That was… not your first kiss,” she breathes.

Despite the heat between us, I chuckle.

“Will you let me eat now?”

A glimmer appears in her eyes as I drag my hands over the skin of her thigh, under her trench coat.

Her hand moves to her front and she begins to undo the buttons of the leather coat. When the buttons are fully undone, she shrugs the coat off her shoulders.

My throat dries up as I take her body in, dressed in only an apron and nothing else.

“Fucking hell,” I chuckle humorlessly, watching the way the sides of her breasts spill out of the apron.

My hands find her waist, digging into the naked flesh on her back.

A breathy moan leaves Lorena’s lips as I kiss her neck, trailing my tongue across her beating pulse. Her fingers tug at my shirt, sliding under it and brushing against my skin. I hiss as her fingers glide against the bulge in my pants.

Impatiently, I sit back down on my chair before pulling her legs apart and pulling my chair forward. The position brings my facedirectly to the heat emanating from her core. When my hands travel under her apron, I realize she’s bare.

My thumb brushes against her wet folds, spreading them open as I trace around her clit. She shudders at the touch, throwing her head back with a desperate moan.

Wasting no further time, I bury my face between her legs and lick.

“Leo,” she breathes as her fingers tug on my hair.

My tongue swirls around her clit, sucking and caressing until she begins to squirm beneath me. Her hips roll against my mouth, and I let her grind against my face for a few seconds before I grab her thighs and plant her firmly against the desk. With a low growl, I suck harder, digesting her moans as I lap against her juices.

Lorena bucks against my face, writhing and pushing herself onto my mouth. Her body begins to vibrate against mine.

“Fuck… Leo!” she gasps breathlessly.

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