Page 154 of Love Bleeds Red
I’m already soaking my underwear, my nipples are hard too. I should feel shame for that, but I don’t. I want this. I’m in control.
Leon bursts through the door, dressed in a tailored suit with a red tie. Nothing like what he would normally wear. His expression is cold and predatory. So different from the gentle demeanor he usually has around me.
I scramble up the bed, yanking the blanket all the way up to my neck. “No,” I cry. “Get out.”
“Did you really think you could hide from me?” His voice is deeper than usual, with that razor sharp edge I’ve only seen him use on enemies.
“Please,” I beg.
“Begging won’t help you, little girl.”
My breath catches. Even though we planned this, even though I know it’s him, my body reacts like it did all those months ago. Adrenaline flooding my system. My body trembling in fear.
He steps into the room and closes the door behind him. The sound of the lock clicking makes me flinch, but the wet heat between my legs intensifies.
“Take off that blanket. Let me see what I paid for.”
I shake my head, not trusting my voice.
He slows for a moment, his eyes widening in a look that’s all Leon. I nod, giving him the okay. He swallows hard but shifts back into the persona we practiced.
“I said—Take. It. Off.”
“No,” I cry out. “I won’t.”
I hold the blanket tighter, like it could actually protect me. Like this thin fabric could work as a shield from someone so big and powerful.
“I think you want to be punished.” I shake my head aggressively. “I didn’t pay for some slut who won’t do as she’s told.”
Then he lunges for me, wrapping his fingers around my ankles and pulling me to the edge of the bed. I put up a fight, kicking and squirming away from him all while heat builds and builds in my core.
I kick him hard in the thigh and he hisses a breath. “You’ll pay for that.”
“Stop, please! I’ll be good.”
Memories flood my mind, but I push them away, focusing only on Leon’s features.
“You’ll be good because I’ll make you.”
Tears stream down my cheeks and Leon pauses, for only a second, before he rips my underwear down my legs. I kick andthrash some more, finally getting free of his grip and sprinting toward the door. It’s no use. He catches me around the waist, slinging me against his chest. His hands greedily dig into my hips and work their way up to my breasts, squeezing and kneading in a way that makes me have to bite back a moan.
“These tits are mine. I’ll paint them in my cum.” I let out a hushed cry that’s somewhere between struggle and pleasure. “And this pretty little cunt… I’m going to destroy it.”
He throws me onto the bed and I push myself away as much as I can before he grabs my legs. “Stop moving or I’ll make you,” he grits out.
Here it is. What I asked for. The part that really worried me.
I take a shaky breath. “Make me then.”
He reaches for my neck and squeezes with enough pressure that it feels real. That I actually feel the flow of air into my chest dwindle. With his other hand, he finds my soaked pussy, thrusting two fingers inside me without warning. My eyes roll back from both fear and pleasure.
I can feel the change in Leon’s posture as soon as he sinks into my pussy. He feels how wet I am. How much I want this. It turns him on too.
He exerts more pressure on my neck, grasping right in the spot we researched about. Enough to make it feel real without actually hurting me.
Leon making me come was never part of the arrangement, but right now I don’t know if I can hold back. Pleasure shoots through me like little electric shocks.
“Does the little slut like to be choked?” he groans against my ear. “This wet cunt sure feels like you do.”
