Page 48 of Gangster's Empire: Leeza & Havel

Leeza’s hips came off the mattress and a scream of pleasure ripped from her throat. It was incredible! His tongue was wet and slippery, but harsh and raspy too. It hurt, but in a really, really good way. Oh fuck, he was right. She was coming!

She let out a long moan as her orgasm hit her, stealing her breath, her heart, and her sanity all at once.

Her hips dropped to the bed and Havel raised his head to look at her. She thought she would see triumph there, but his gaze reflected such a pained longing, such a desire for her, that if she weren’t wearing the gag, if she wasn’t still afraid, if she still didn’t believe she could do it, she might have fucked him for his sake. To slake his desperation.

He pointed at her, then held up one finger for her to see.

She frowned, trying to decipher it, but before she could, he was lowering his head, his tongue stroking her once more, his fingers moving inside her, pressing against the most delicious spot. It made her feel hot, itchy, uncomfortable, but so, so good!

Then she was flying over the edge again, her heart hammering ecstatically, her lips stretching in a smile, warmth spreading through her entire body.

Havel held his hand up showing her two fingers this time. The he dove back in.

He was ticking off the orgasms and she had one more to go.

She tried to tell him no, but he couldn’t hear her through the gag. Or chose not to.

Her oversensitive flesh felt raw, almost painful as he continued to touch her. She jerked her hips, but he anchored her in place, forcing her to take the pleasure.

And he was right, the sensations rapidly morphed into something else. Something that went beyond pain and pleasure and into sexual awakening. The orgasm building up inside her was catastrophic. It was life changing.

She screamed against the gag, her hips flying off the bed, her legs curling as she tried to pull herself into the fetal position. Her legs flopped and she stared at the ceiling as Havel crawled up her body and pulled her gag away, kissing her roughly.

She had no fight left in her. His kiss was full of sexual frustration. Of a dangerous promise. Maybe not tonight, but soon. Soon.

CHAPTER TWENTY

“Want a drink?” Havel asked as he removed the scarf from her mouth.

It took Leeza a moment to realize Havel had spoken. She was still dazed from her multiple orgasms. It was going to take some time to get over it. After experiencing what a real orgasm felt like, she was realizing she’d never actually had one.

She thought she had when she was younger. She’d masturbated before her marriage, but anything she’d managed to achieve had been weak compared to what Havel had just wrung out of her.

She licked her dry lips, her voice hoarse from screaming her ecstasy. “Yes, I’d like a drink.”

Havel uncuffed her and helped her sit up, rubbing her wrists where the metal had bit into her. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to buy fuzzy ones.”

“It’s probably sexier that you used your own.”

He chuckled, helping her off the bed and tugging her camisole into place. “They’re Jozef’s. I use zip ties in the field. Faster and cheaper.”

“Knowing they belong to my cousin makes it less sexy, Havel.”

“I didn’t know sexy was achievable with you.” He took her hand and walked with her into the open area that captured both the living room and kitchen.

“I didn’t either,” she admitted.

“Stay here,” he said, gruffly, leaving her standing next to the kitchen island.

She watched in bemusement as he walked to the couch, his biceps flexing as he picked it up and carried it over to the floor-to-ceiling window.

“Sit,” he instructed as he set it down. The stunning nighttime view of Prague sprawled below. The river Vlatva looked like a black snake winding its way through the city.

As she slid onto the cushion, Leeza heard the pop of a cork behind her and a slow smile stretched her lips. This felt like something she’d rarely achieved in her life… a perfect moment. She’d had one on the day Havel proposed to her, another when Kris was born, and a handful more through her years of parenting. But this was different. Instead of pride, she felt… happiness.

She knew it was fleeting. Knew that there was too much history between her and Havel for things to go smoothly. Though Havel had forced her to face her hang-ups over sex, she was a long way from being okay. Forcing orgasms on her may have shown her that she was capable of enjoying sex, but it didn’t resolve the years of abuse, or her murky feelings surrounding relationships.

Havel’s bare feet were whisper soft as he rounded the couch, handing Leeza a glass filled with sparkling wine. She took a sip, savouring the liquid. Havel sat on the couch next to her, a crystal tumbler in hand. She took the glass from him and took a small drink.

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