Page 50 of The Don

His strong arms wrap around me, and I fucking hate the tears that won’t go away that spill onto his shirt streaked with my mascara.

He removes his jacket and places it around my shivering shoulders and as his arm pulls me against his side, we begin the walk up the driveway, the car following behind at a crawl. It feels so good to take huge gulps of home as we head up the huge approach and he whispers, “I was so fucking scared.”

“Me too.” I whisper as I snuggle close to his side, and then he stops and tilts my face to his and the emotion in his eyes makes my heart flutter.

“I love you, Chastity Blake.”

I’m astonished as the usually cold, aloof man opens a window to his soul and I dive right in.

“So, you love me now.” I tease, my lower lip quivering as I remind him of our earlier conversation in the ocean.

His eyes flash as he whispers against my lips, “No.”

“No?” I laugh softly. “I always said you were a fucking weirdo.”

He chuckles against my eager lips and whispers, “I’ve loved you longer than now. I loved you then as well.”

“Spoken like a true fucking weirdo.”

It makes me giggle and I whisper softly, “I loved you first.”

“The hell you did.” He growls and as his mouth crashes onto mine, teasing is forgotten as I prove how much I fucking love this man.

We waste no time and head straight to our room and as the dawn filters through the drapes, sleep is the furthest thing from our minds. Leo insists on running me a hot bath and as I relax in the tub, he soaps my body like the most attentive slave while I fill him in on what happened. He says nothing as I speak, but I note the deepening anger in his eyes mixed with relief when he discovers I am unharmed, except for the bruise currently decorating my body where Carlos delivered a resounding kick.

“I’ll fucking murder the bastard,” Leo growls when I finish and when I say, “No!” he stares at me in surprise as I hiss, “Don’t take that away from me. He’s mine. Remember our deal.”

He helps me from the tub and wraps a warm towel around my body and pulls me close, my cheek resting against his beating heart. “I want to keep you safe. I’ve been through hell thinking I’d never see you again. I can’t let you do this; I wouldn’t forgive myself if anything happened to you.”

“It’s not your decision to make.” I pull back and stare at him with a hard expression.

“This isn’t about our contract, Leo. It’s about revenge for my parents’ murder. It must be me; surely you understand that.”

He sighs with exasperation. “I fucking know, but I don’t have to like it.”

It makes me smile at the anguish in his voice and reaching up, I press my lips to his and, with a wicked grin, I whisper, “Get naked.”

“Excuse me?” He raises his eyes, causing me to laugh out loud and then with a feral glint in his eye, he unbuttons his shirt and as it falls to the ground, I reach for his belt and whisper, “Now it’s my turn.”

As his pants drop to the floor, I kneel down and fasten my hungry lips around his cock, already hard and ready for action.

His low hiss makes me smile as I suck it in deep and run my tongue around the head. Then I cup his balls and gently squeeze as I suck and lick the object of my own personal pleasure and as he fists my hair and thrusts in hard, I love the sensation of him fucking my mouth almost as much as when he is inside me.

He tries to pull out when he is close to release, but I grip his ass and bite down softly, causing him to roar, “Fuck!” as he releases a steady stream down my throat, thrusting deeper as he dominates my mouth.

I stare up at him as I swallow, savoring the taste of my man and loving how it slides with ease, marking me inside. Marking me as his.

His dark eyes glisten with power as he stares at me on my knees before him and says huskily, “I like it when you play dirty.”

“Get used to it.” I smile up at him and he drops down before me and fists my hair, dragging my face to his while he crushes his lips to mine.

My body responds like the wanton whore it becomes when he is around and, as he pulls me up, he spins me around so I’m bent over the vanity unit, staring into his eyes through the reflection in the mirror.

I watch as he kisses my neck with a ferocity that hurts as he bites and sucks, changing the color of my skin to a painful red. My excitement grows as he presses his cock against my ass and pushes me forward so my face rests against the mirror and then he inches inside me from behind and as he thrusts hard, his fingers work my clit like a pro.

My feelings intensify when he grows even harder inside me as he fucks me from behind and as he holds my hair and rides me hard, I come apart all over his cock with such intensity I almost black out. My legs shake as I scream my release and the sweat mixes with the droplets of water still on my body.

I’m a mess, both physically and mentally, because sex with Leo is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. He owns me. I already know that, and I don’t give a fuck because his ownership is dressed in protection, fashioned from love and promises happily ever after for as long as our story has left.

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