Page 40 of Till Death Do Us Part

“No.” He scoffs, shaking his head before leaning down and pressing his forehead to mine. The mint on his breath hits my nose, the heat fanning across my cheeks. “It was just a warmup.”

“So, what, we just wait?” I ask incredulously, a slight shiver on my lips as the cold grass seeps into the skin at my back.

“We just wait,” he comments, his lips moving across mine as we speak. Perhaps this isn’t the right time, but I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like if I closed the distance and claimed them with mine. “You might want to stop looking at me like that, though. I’m not a very patient man, and you’re testing that patience with your eyes right now.”

“How am I looking at you?” I ask breathlessly, testing our limits when I shouldn’t.

“Like you want to taste me.” His tongue slides out, running along my bottom lip for a moment before he presses a feather-light kiss there. “And I can promise you this, Princess. I taste real fucking good. But you taste a million times better.”

My clit throbs at the reminder of his mouth on me. I’m playing with fire here, I know that all too well, but when he rocks his hips against me, putting pressure right where I need it, I lose all sense of right and wrong.

My back arches, my mouth pressing against his in a whisper of a kiss. I forget about where we are. Forget who’s surrounding us. Forget that I have a husband. Forget everything but the feel of him on top of me. The slightest touch of our lips, and my heart races. Blood rushes to my ears, blocking the noise around us and the only thing I can feel is him.

He cups my face, his thumb softly stroking the skin when I pull back. Our eyes lock, the brown in his looking almost black when he pushes into me again. My mouth opens on a gasp, which he uses to his advantage when he slides his thumb in, pushing it against my tongue. I wrap my lips around it, sucking it into my mouth with a moan.

At this moment, anyone could turn and see what we’re doing, but I don’t care.

With him moving against me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, despite the layers between us, my eyes flutter closed, an orgasm coiling inside of me. I can’t stop the sensations from building, and my vision becomes hazy when a scream falls from my gaping mouth.

Leonardo lowers his mouth to mine, swallowing the sound as another explosion comes from the mansion behind us. The foundations tremble as brick explodes around us, falling into large debris on the grass. Glass flies as bodies fall to the ground.

But through it all, Leonardo stays on top of me, his movements unrelenting as he rides out my orgasm with only the rock of his hips. I moan into his mouth, and he uses it to slide his tongue inside, claiming me fully.

I’ve kissed before—many times, with several men—but this is something else entirely. He devours me whole, his tongue duelling with mine as we fight for dominance. My heart thumps against my chest while his hands tighten their grip on mine. He consumes me, taking everything I have to give him, while he kisses me as though our lives depend on it—maybe they do.

The world is falling apart around us, but there’s only him and me here now. When I peel my eyes open again, my body spent as I relax into the grass, I don’t miss the smirk on his face, or the way he eyes me with pride.

“Like I said, Princess,” he murmurs, lifting off me and pulling us both to standing. It’s only now that I get a good look at the commotion going on in the gardens. Bodies lie on the ground, unmoving, while others run around them, shouting or crying. Leonardo spins me, pressing his chest to my back as he fists my hair and tugs my head backward. “That was just the warmup.”

Why do I get the feeling he isn’t just talking about the explosion?

“This is a fucking mess.” I turn to Antonio where he leans on his desk, his fingers threading through his dark hair as he tugs at the strands. We’re in his office at the casino while the rest of the guests who survived the Halloween party are in the main room, waiting for information of what comes next.

At least ten people died at the mansion today, and some are unaccounted for. Six were Antonio’s soldiers, the other four, wives and girlfriends. Innocent humans in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And what the fuck was I doing while they were killed by a bomb at the home I’ve been living? Getting dry humped to orgasm on the wet grass. Mud coats the back of my arms, my hair is a tangled mess, and the leather trousers stick to my underwear where my juices have seeped through and dried.

Antonio doesn’t seem to have noticed anything amiss in my appearance. Though it helps that Leonardo being tasked as my babysitter means him throwing me on the ground and protecting me with his body is to be expected.

“I think it’s time to consider the fact you have a rat, Ant,” Gio, one of his soldiers, tells him, stepping forwards and folding his arms over his chest. “How else would someone get into the mansion when we’re all there?”

Nothing to do with the fact that the majority were off their tits on cocaine and getting lost in women.

I keep my thoughts to myself, knowing better than to voice them aloud right now.

“Leo,” Antonio shouts to the man standing stoic behind me with a bored expression on his face. “What are your thoughts?”

Leonardo shrugs casually, clearly unbothered by any of this. “Gio is probably right, it makes sense. If this is the Russians, they’re getting braver. There are few men who would dare stage an attack on someone’s home and Alexei isn’t stupid. He wouldn’t attempt it if he knew it wouldn’t pay off.”

“So I have a fucking rat?” Antonio scoffs, slamming a palm down on the oak. The crack is deafening, but he shows no reaction. His eyes narrow on Leonardo, his anger palpable as the men talk over one another.

I shrink into my seat, lifting my knees to my chest and folding my arms around them. For the next hour or so, the men go back and forth, figuring out the best way to flush out a rat all the while my eyes grow heavier. When I glance at the clock, I blow out a breath at the early morning hour.

The only topic that hasn’t come up is where the hell we’re supposed to live, considering the mansion is in pieces on the ground. The thought consumes me as my eyes flutter closed and I succumb to sleep.

Hours later, or it could be only moments, large hands grab me and lift me into a warm, comfortable chest. I keep my eyes closed, letting my head loll into the body, the familiar sandalwood scent permeating my nose and blanketing me in pure comfort.

“I’ll take her to my penthouse. We can figure the rest out tomorrow,” a deep voice mumbles, their hand curling under me to pull me closer. The echo of voices fills my ears, but I’m too lost in the haze of sleep to register their words as I settle into the body I’m curled into, my head nestled in their neck.

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