Page 58 of Spice and Revenge

This has crossed the border of merely fucking, and it slowly heading towards something else, something scary to admit. It’s slow, sensual, and… intimate.

Leo’s head lowers to rest against my forehead as his fingers continue to run up and down my sides.

“Fuck yeah, babe, you feel good.” His husky voice is a low growl from within my ear.

My stomach tenses slightly at the nickname. First, it was ‘princess’, now it’s ‘babe’? It’s scary, not just because it’s intimate, but because of how my body seems to like it.

I throw my head back, partly because I want to stop looking at his handsome face and partly because he’s now thrusting intome at a deeper angle. He pulls my hips towards the edge of his desk and holds me still as he continues to pump his hips in quick succession.

The friction is incredible, the muscles of his arms flexing as his chest rises and falls rapidly against my breasts with each deep thrust. My whole body is pressed up against him, and it feels amazing.

One hand leaves my hip, moving to cup my jawline as he tilts my face up so our lips can meet. I love his drugging kisses. I love his taste—a perfect mixture of whiskey and mint. We both groan softly into the kiss, our warm breaths intermingling as we press closer together. I tilt my head to kiss him better, wrapping an arm loosely around his neck and holding him in place. His other hand grips my thigh and squeezes lightly as he starts to pound faster into me, faster than before.

My breath hitches in my throat and I gasp, throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes closed in ecstasy as he slams into me hard. My hip bucks against the desk as I cry out, my legs shaking and my orgasm finally rolling through me. I hold him tightly with my nails biting into his bare skin as I ride out my orgasm.

A grunt leaves his lips as he comes undone and collapses onto me. Our bodies are covered with sweat. I can feel it dripping down the side of my face, along my neck and down my spine.

A small yelp leaves my lips as Leo pulls my body downwards until we are both lying on the floor of the study. I giggle as he pulls me on top of him and presses light, tickly kisses along my jaw, face and neck.

“You’re being so sweet all of a sudden,” I say, which brings a smile to his lips.

“Being so serious all the time gets tiring, don’t you think?”

A shiver rolls through me as he brings his hands to my ass and starts caressing the skin softly. I bite my lower lip to contain my moan as one finger slips between my cheeks, running from my asshole down to my pussy.

“Maybe I should fuck you here next time,” he murmurs, spreading my cheeks to caress me further.

A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest when he takes in the expression on my face.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

Then he tsks. “Such a dirty girl.”

Bracing my hand against his chest, I look down at his face.

“Do you cuddle with your other lovers after fucking them?” The question slips out of my lips before I can stop it.

“They leave immediately,” he grunts.

Before I can say anything, he adds, “Why do you care so much about the previous women I’ve been with?”

Leo’s question manages to bring me back from my lust-filled craze. I shouldn’t be thinking about other women he has had sex with or comparing myself to them, yet the thought that he makes them leave immediately gives me a weird satisfaction.

“Are you jealous, princess?” he drawls, pulling my hair behind my face to look at me.

“I am not jealous,” I tell him, but the glimmer in his eyes tells me that he doesn’t believe me.

“Mm. I think you are,” he grins, flashing me his teeth.

I press a kiss on his forehead, then on his cheek and neck. Maybe to distract him, maybe to distract myself from the sudden way my heart starts pounding rapidly against my chest.

Burying my head in his neck, we lay there for what seemed like hours. Leo’s arms are around my waist, holding me firmly above him. With my left hand, I draw circles on his neck, while my right hand reaches for the trench coat on the floor beside me. I find what I’m looking for almost immediately. In the inner pocket of the trench coat is my pistol, with a silencer attached to its barrel.

Killing Leo would be easy. Once I grab the gun, I could shoot him easily in the neck or forehead. With my body already on top of his, I have a better advantage at ending him quickly.

My fingers graze against the cold, hard surface of the gun.

Why can’t I just grab it? Why can’t I just kill him?

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