Page 30 of Fierce Secrets

What the hell was I doing? This was Leonardo Donati for crying out loud!

But right now, all I could think about was how badly I wanted him, how badly I wanted this. His commanding tone only made me burn hotter, something I hated to admit.

"Fuck," he growled as he caught my chin, grazing his lips across mine before groaning.

He grunted before turning to the shower and leaning in, turning the water on full blast to mask any noise. Then his mouth was back on mine, his hands exploring, mapping out my body in rough touches.

This was wrong. He was my brother's best friend. The man who'd put my fiancé into the ER. A man I knew could be dangerous.

And yet, right now, all I wanted was this. To forget everything else that was so messy and felt off in my life. This strange moment that felt awfully right despite everything. He only broke our hungry kiss when we ran out of oxygen, and I sucked in mouthfuls of air as his lips trailed down my neck and across my collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He dropped to his knees before me, making quick work of my panties.

"Stay quiet, Mer," he commanded, and the command sent another shiver of anticipation through me.

He had no idea what this was doing to me, each time he told me what to do. There was just something in the way he said it, in the intensity of his eyes, the way he tried to remain so controlled, his face masked.

I nodded, biting my lip as he spread my legs wider, giving him better access to my wet core. His fingers parted my folds,and then his mouth was on me, tongue swirling around my clit as two thick fingers pushed deep inside me.

I clung to the counter, trying to keep my moans silent as he pleasured me, each stroke of his fingers and swirl of his tongue pushing me closer to the edge.

I couldn't believe he was doing this. Where had that wicked, stoic man I knew gone? Who was this sexual god delving between my legs?

I glanced down, finding those icy eyes watching me, and the sight was the final push I needed.

"Oh god," I gasped, my walls tightening. When I came, it was with his name on my lips, the sound swallowed by the running shower and my own hand clamped over my mouth.

He rose back to his full height, eyes locked with mine as he licked my taste from his lips.

I stared at him, disbelieving this to be the same Leo I'd known most of my life. He'd brought me to climax faster than anyone else had in my life, and there was just something so taboo about this, something supposedly wrong, that only fueled it even more.

"I'm the only one who will make you feel this way, Mer," he breathed, my nickname on his lips making me quiver. It sounded so different right now, so primal, and I ached desperately.

"I want to feel you," I said softly, the throb in my core only growing despite my orgasm. "All of you."

Leo didn't hesitate. His towel fell away, revealing his hard, tattooed body in all its glory. He was imposing, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from his arousal. It was bigger than anything I'd had before, and I swallowed at the thought of taking him now.

His hand wrapped around the base of his cock, giving it a few slow strokes as he watched me.

His other hand moved to my throat, the grip firm but not restrictive as he pulled me closer for another deep, searching kiss. His cock brushed against my inner thigh, and I squirmed, wanting – needing – to feel him inside me.

"Tell me again," he demanded, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me you want this."

"I want this, Leo," I breathed, my hands gripping his biceps. "I want you. I need you." My voice hitched, and I felt like I was begging, but I didn't care.

With a low growl, he lifted me off the counter, positioning me just right for his entry. His thick head nudged at my opening, and then he was pushing inside me, stretching me, filling me, in one long, powerful thrust that made me cry out.

"Quiet," he reminded me, his hand still wrapped around my throat. I nodded, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood as he began to move.

The bathroom filled with the sounds of our lovemaking – the slap of wet skin, his growls of pleasure, my quiet whimpers as he fucked me hard against the counter. His thrusts were relentless, each one hitting a spot deep inside me that had me seeing stars.

"You're mine, Meredith," he grunted, his grip on my throat tightening slightly. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," I gasped out, my head now spinning as I danced on the edge of another orgasm.

“Good girl.”

If that didn’t amp me to the brink, I’d be lying. I was going to unravel any second now.

"Fuck," he cursed, the word a low growl as he slammed into me harder. "You feel so fucking good."

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