Page 38 of Spice and Revenge

My back subconsciously arches away from the counter as I grab his hair again, pleasure coursing through my veins. Thick, long fingers continue to thrust in and out of me relentlessly, and the combination of the different sensations drives me to the edge. I buck and vibrate as my orgasm hits me like a strong wave. Leo doesn’t stop licking and sucking until I ride out my orgasm on his face.

My breaths are heavy and irregular as he stands to his full heigth before me, his eyes dark and heavy with desire.

That’s when I notice that he is still in his suit while I’m completely naked. Grabbing his shoulders again, I lean up to trail kisses over his neck.

“Now I want more,” I murmur against his neck, my hands trailing down to unbutton his suit jacket. “I want your dick inside me.”

That’s when Leo’s strong grip stops me.

When I lean back to look at his face again, I am met with his blank and expressionless face.

My stomach churns when he steps away from me and dusts his jacket.

“This shouldn't have gone as far as it has,” he says with a gruff edge to his cold voice.He pauses his movements, then raises his head to look into my eyes. “This will not happen again.”

His voice is firm and cold, leaving no room for argument. But I don’t want to argue with him. I just want to crawl into a hole and disappear.

“Understood,” I bite out.

My body heats with humiliation, and I suddenly feel very naked before him. With shaky hands, I fold my hands over my chest to cover my breasts. His eyes flash with something sinister, but the look quickly disappears. As I jump down from the counter to look for my clothes, Leo turns and walks out of the kitchen.

My throat clogs with emotion, but I bite my lips tightly as I look for my underwear. I find my panties first, the torn material lying helplessly on the floor. Picking it up, I move over to where my bra lies. When I find my jeans, I tug them on, sans panties, with shaky hands. I crumple the torn panties into a ball and slip it into my pocket. I wear my bra before tugging my t-shirt over my head. I spot my burner phone on the floor across the kitchen. I had been so drunk with pleasure that I forgot he had taken the phone from me. I exhale a sigh of relief when I pick up the phone and turn the screen on to see that it still works.

I refuse to think about what would have happened if he had taken the phone and gone through other conversations I had with Maximo. He would have found out my secret, my true identity.

Stupid, stupid girl.

By the time I walk over to the room where my bags are, I find it hard to breathe properly. Tears threaten to slip out of my eyes, but I purse my lips tightly before putting on a pair of sneakers and leaving the apartment.

The moment I step out of the apartment complex, I take a large gulp of fresh air. Yet, I don’t feel any better. My heart feels heavy, and the weight of anger is bearing down on my chest. Different emotions swirl within me like a raging storm. My rage boils hot. I’m angry at him, but more at myself.

That’s what you get when you try to have sex with your boss, an inner voice mocks me.

Shaking my head, I begin my walk down the city streets, moving along the unfamiliar path as the roads stretch before me.

I try to forget about everything that just happened, but that is impossible. As I stroll through the bustling sidewalks, my thoughts tangle with the memories of the past few minutes. The look of disinterest in his eyes the moment he was done with me, the way I’d begged him, only to be discarded like a spoilt piece of meat.

The anger lingers, mixed with the hurt gnawing at my heart. I try to push the feelings away, focusing instead on the rhythm of my footsteps and the vibrant sights around me.

The bustling New York energy intertwines with my emotions. I focus on admiring the city’s landscape, with its towering buildings and shimmering lights. The overwhelming urge to hit something or throw darts fills me, but I’m not in the mood to walk into random bars tonight.

The cool evening breeze that brushes against my face does nothing to soothe my troubled mind. I take in the sights and sounds of the city, allowing them to momentarily distract me from the hurt. Another wave of anger washes through me whenI remember that Leonardo Vitale is not worth it. He’s not worth any anger or hurt feelings. He isn’t worth any feelings at all.

Taking a shaky breath, I take my burner phone out of my pocket and call the only person I know will make me feel better. The line rings, but Maximo doesn’t answer the call. My frustration builds as I continue to call his number. After the fifth call, I realize that he might have left his burner phone somewhere else, maybe at home.

I continue to explore the streets. I don’t know how long I will walk; I just know that I don’t want to see Leo’s face when I return to the penthouse suite. Seconds and minutes pass by while I continue to walk. By the time I regain my senses, I realize I’ve been walking for more than thirty minutes. I would keep walking, but I’m scared that I’ll get lost in the unfamiliar roads. Turning back, I make my way back to the recognizable path I came from.

A sharp gasp leaves my lips as I suddenly hear a loud screech beside me. When I turn to spot the source of the sound, I see two tall men in black masks jumping down from a black van.

My heart lurches into my throat as they approach me, and at that moment, I know I’ve finally been found.

Before I think of running away, I feel a strong hand pull my hair backwards. A scream rips out of my mouth as they grab me roughly and bundle me towards the van.

A part of me considers trying to fight them off, but the more reasonable part of me knows that they’ll easily overpower me, especially as I’m pushed into the van and spot three other people seated inside.

“Who are you people and what do you want from me?” I hiss.

Nobody replies. Instead, I’m pushed to the floor of the van as the two men pin me down and tie my hands and feet.

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