Page 20 of Hidden Heir

I’m safe in Leon’s arms.

We kiss and touch while our hips grind together, and the familiar thickness of his impressive cock makes my mouth water. He rocked my world four years ago. If things were different, maybe we would have been together. But no matter how sexy Leon is, I have to keep reminding myself he’s dangerous.

His hands skim over my ribs and remove my strapless bra with alarming efficiency. As his mouth moves over my nipples, lavishing them in kisses and licks, he slides one hand down my body and settles between my legs. His thumb strokes against my panties, lightly pressing into the heat of my pussy through the fabric. My hips jolt with a mind of their own and I moan loudly. Threading my fingers through his hair, I pull hard each time his thumb moves over my clit. Vibrations dance across my skin and I shiver as I pull his head up from my breasts to kiss him deeply.

He holds himself over me and my mind short-circuits when his thumb finally hooks around my panties and removes them. The first touch of skin on skin is electric, and I arch sharply into his torso while his fingers write music over my clit. Each stroke sends pulse after pulse of pleasure through me. I pull his hair and claw his shoulder while he kisses me deeply.

When I feel his cock against my entrance, everything fades away. Nothing exists but the sensation of his length pressing into me with slow, insistent pressure. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. My skin flares hot, each brush of his hand igniting a hundred fires.

When he’s fully seated inside me, I clench down and Leon grunts.

“Careful,” he whispers against my lips. “You’re so tight you might snap me off.”

“No way,” I reply. “You’re too thick.”

He kisses me hard and I wrap my limbs around his body, holding on tight.

Leon fucks me like he means it. Every thrust is rapid and powerful, as if he’s commandeering my body for his own pleasure. There’s something so erotic about it that my pussy aches for more with each thrust.

My soul soars.

I love the idea that he wants to be so deep inside that it feels like we’re one person. I love the thought that he can’t get enough of me. This scary, dangerous man is reduced to whimpers because of what I have between my legs.

It’s hotter than any dirty talk.

As Leon’s thrusts get harder and faster, he slides both hands under my thighs and picks my legs up, doubling me over. It feels so fucking amazing with how deep he’s able to go. Every thrust catches on my G-spot and I see stars. The pleasure is constant, overwhelming me like a hot wave and I dig my nails hard into hisshoulders. He kisses me and gently bites my lower lip as I clench harder around his cock. Our moans mingle with the slick sound of skin against skin. It’s music only we can create.

“Fuck!” I gasp. “I’m gonna… holy shit, Leon!”

I come so hard that my entire body grows rigid within seconds. I’m suspended on the edge of a cliff, Leon’s constant thrusts dragging out the intense ecstasy for many seconds. The rush of pleasure is mind-numbing and I’m utterly adrift. Muscles clench and my body quivers, falling apart as Leon doesn’t let up.

He holds me tight as he comes himself seconds later. There’s a deeply satisfying rush of heat inside me, and we melt into sloppy, slow kisses as we soar together at the height of ecstasy. His movements wane until he’s resting against me. Then he slowly lowers my legs and lets me slump back, panting and utterly boneless.

“Wow,” I gasp. That's all I can think to say.

Tension bleeds out of me like a drain, the fear from earlier a distant thought as Leon eases his cock out of me, then gathers me in his arms and cuddles me close. It might be only for tonight, but I finally feel safe.

My child is unharmed and asleep, my brother is alive, and I’m here in Leon’s arms. Those who mean me harm will have to go through him to get to me. Leon kisses the top of my head and I close my eyes, cherishing the feeling of his wandering fingertips as they caress my arm, back, and shoulders.

He pauses and pain flares when he finds the cigar burn on my shoulder. Something rumbles in his chest but he doesn’t speak. Instead, he presses his palm over the injury and tightens his grip on me.

I nuzzle into his neck and breathe deeply.

I’ll give him answers tomorrow.

Maybe.

9

LEON

Brooke falls asleep almost instantly, latched onto my side like she belongs there.

She does belong there.

I gaze at her through the darkness and gently run my fingers down the side of her face. The mark on her cheek will bruise tomorrow. I know all too well what the wound on her shoulder is. I’ve given my fair share over the years, but Brooke isn’t from my world, which leads me to believe there’s someone out there that thinks it’s okay to mark her up and abuse her.

Someone who won’t be living much longer.

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