Page 33 of Spice and Revenge

“Leo,” she gasps, her fingers sliding into my hair.

The sound of my name on her lips, mixed with the feel of her fingers in my hair, drives me insane. With my tongue still swirling around her nipple, I drag my hands up her thigh under her dress, which is bunched at her waist.

Lorena’s breath hitches when my hand finds her wet sex. She shifts against my fingers, grinding up against me.

She’s so responsive, it’s driving me crazy.

“No panties?” I groan as I slip two fingers inside her.

“I sleep bare,” she mumbles incoherently.

Bending down to take her second breast into my mouth, I begin to slide my fingers in and out of her slick pussy. She moans, writhes, and grinds against my fingers. And I watch her with hazy eyes, drinking in her flushed cheeks, her blonde hair tangled around her face. I know this image will be engrained in my mind forever.

I resist a shudder when her hand travels under my pajama shirt, sliding against my abs and up to my chest.

“Oh, Leo,” she breathes, her soft voice caressing my ears as my fingers continue their rhythmic movements in and out of her.

I can't help but look at her, watching the way she reacts to my touch. I’m just fingering her, and yet it feels better than any sexual experience I’ve had.

My thumb comes up to graze her clit, and her eyes roll to the back of her head. I continue the soft caresses while my fingers continue to slip in and out of her. Soon, she’s moaning loudly again, digging her fingers into my shoulders as she arches off the desk.

Her body shakes, and I watch in pleasure as she clenches around my fingers, coming undone. Her wetness coats my fingers and trails down to my wrist as I slip my fingers out of her.

With dark eyes and rough pants, she watches me as I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean.

“Go pack a bag. We leave first thing tomorrow morning,” I say before leaving her there, walking away so that I don’t answer to the demon inside me, telling me to flip her to her stomach and fuck her senseless against my desk.

Chapter Thirteen

Lorena

“We are getting ready for takeoff. Please make sure your seat belts are securely fastened and your personal belongings are stowed away,” a member of the cabin crew announces.

Across from me, Leo clicks his seat belt into place while rattling off rapid Italian into his phone. From the way he sounds, I know he’s pissed.

My eyes glance over his frame. As usual, he is in an impeccable black tailored suit. His hair is unruly in an attractive way, with a few strands falling over his eyebrows. My eyes trail over his thick eyebrows, into his dark brown eyes, and down to his chiseled jawline. He looks like something straight out of a movie.

His suit collar is unbuttoned to display his tanned skin and lean chest. I see a hint of dark ink peeking out from beneath the cuff of his shirt.

Tattoos. Of course, he has tattoos. How could I not have noticed it earlier? Beneath his polished exterior lies a rugged, rebellious side. I can’t help but feel that there is something darker underneath, and a part of me wants to explore it.

I drag my eyes away from him as the aircraft begins to taxi along the runway. Soon, we are in the air. Just then, a flight attendant walks over to us and asks if anyone needs anything. But sheclearly doesn’t care about me, because her entire gaze is fixed on Leo.

I feel a weird sense of jealousy as her eyes travel lower than they should. I look at her face; long dark hair pulled back into a tight bun. She doesn’t seem much older than me, maybe in her mid-twenties, and she’s pretty. As my eyes trail over her features, I wonder if she’s Leo’s type. Does he even have a type? Or does he just finger or fuck any woman stupid enough to fall into his arms?

Why do I even care?I chide myself silently.

Her cheeks turn slightly pink as she stares openly at him. Leo returns her stare coolly, before nodding and dismissing her with a flick of his hand. Her face turns beet red in embarrassment, and I’m filled with a mixture of pity and satisfaction.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Speaking of hands, my eyes zoom in on his hands. The long digits of his fingers rest against the leather armrest. He clenches them slightly, making his veins more prominent. I feel a throbbing between my legs as I take in his calloused knuckles, before trailing my eyes down to his perfectly trimmed fingernails.

I should look away, but I can’t. The memory of him fingering me in his library last night is still fresh in my mind. My pulse begins racing as I remember how he spread my legs on his library desk, how wet and wanton I was for him. My heart pounds so loudly in my chest that I wonder if he hears it.

Our eyes meet at that exact moment, his brown eyes cold and piercing. His gaze burns into mine like a brand, causing me to almost squirm in my seat. Our gazes remain locked together for what seems like forever until his eyes slide from mine. The air around me suddenly feels heavy and hot. My breathing slows, becoming labored.

Embarrassment washes over me as I realize I’m the only one who seems bothered. Leo’s brown irises are cold and hard as they flick over my face in a mixture of disinterest and annoyance, like he hadn’t just fingered me in his library last night.

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