Scarlett’s POV
I gasped, my breath hitching as I was forced to face my own reflection. I stood there completely naked, my skin flushed a deep rose, my hair a wild tangle, and my eyes wide with a mix of sha and desperate longing.
Leo stepped up behind , his massive fra dwarfing mine. He didn’t look away. He stared at through the mirror, our eyes locking in the silvered glass. His hands ca around my waist, and I watched—paralyzed—as his fingers disappeared back between my thighs.
The sight of it was more overwhelming than the touch itself. I watched his fingers slide into my wet, swollen pussy, over and over, while his thumb worked my clit with a brutal, steady rhythm.
"Look at yourself, Scarlett," he hissed into my ear, his breath scorching. "Look at how much you want this."
I couldn’t look away. I watched my own lips part, heard my own jagged moans, and saw the way my body arched toward him. Then, his other hand moved to his fly. My heart hamred against my ribs as he freed his cock. It was heavy, hot, and thick, pressing firmly against the curve of my ass.
I gasped, the air leaving my lungs. Was he going to? Was this it? My first ti... I didn’t want it to be like this, in the dark, filled with so much anger.
But he didn’t enter . Instead, he reached up and untied the blue silk from my wrists. Before I could even drop my arms, he caught my hand and pulled it behind my back, forcing my palm onto the heat of his length.
"Stroke it," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural vibration.
I was a novice—I had never even touched a man like this—but my fingers acted on instinct. I wrapped my hand around his hard, pulsing cock and began to stroke. The friction was incredible. From the mirror, I saw his head fall back, his jaw tightening as he inhaled deeply and closed his eyes in a mont of pure, raw sensation.
He didn’t stop his own work. While I stroked him, his fingers stayed buried inside , moving in a fast, wet rhythm that had sobbing. We both moaned at the sa ti, the sound of our shared pleasure filling the tiny, cramped room.
Suddenly, he spun around. He didn’t give a chance to think. He grabbed my waist and lifted slightly, pinning back against the wall next to the mirror. He crashed his lips onto mine in a kiss that tasted of salt and possessiveness.
As his tongue fought for dominance with mine, his fingers drove deep inside again, stretching to the limit. My hand stayed locked around his cock, moving with a frantic, desperate speed as the tension in my body built to a breaking point.
"Faster, Scarlett," he groaned into my mouth, his kiss turning more desperate, more demanding.
I obeyed, my knuckles grazing the rough denim of his jeans as I stroked him harder, faster. At the sa ti, his fingers were relentless inside . He curled them, hitting that sensitive spot again and again until my legs gave out completely. He caught my weight, hooking his arms under my thighs and lifting off the ground so that I was pinned between the wall and his solid chest.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels digging into the small of his back. My hand never left him, continuing the rhythm even as he began to thrust his finger into with a brutal speed.
"You’re so wet for ," he whispered hoarsely against my ear, his breath hitching. "Even after what Liam did... your body knows who it belongs to. Say it."
"Leo..." I sobbed, my head thrashing against the wall.
"Say it!" He nipped at my earlobe, his fingers stretching , opening up until I felt like I was glowing from the inside out.
"Yours," I whimpered, the word tasting like a betrayal on my tongue. "I’m... I’m yours."
The mont the words left my lips, the tension snapped. A violent tremor started deep in my belly and radiated outward. I felt my internal muscles clench around his fingers in tight, rhythmic pulses. My vision blurred into a kaleidoscope of gray and gold as the orgasm ripped through , more intense than the first, leaving gasping and crying into his shoulder.
Leo let out a low, animalistic growl. He didn’t let go. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his own body shaking as he reached his limit. I felt the heat of his release against my hand—thick and hot—as he finally spent himself, his forehead resting against mine as we both tried to find our breath in the suffocating silence of the room.
We hung there in the silence, draped over one another like survivors of a shipwreck. His skin slick with sweat, his breath coming in jagged, humid hitches that puffed against my lips. The silence that followed wasn’t peaceful; it was heavy, pregnant with the weight of the lines we had just crossed.
We stayed like that for a long ti, the only sound the ragged beat of two hearts that were supposed to be enemies. He slowly let my legs slide down until my feet hit the cold floor, but he kept his forehead pressed to mine, his eyes still closed.
"Scarlett," he whispered, his voice cold once more, the warmth of the mont vanishing like smoke. "This is a secret between us... you won’t tell a soul."
He pulled away, leaving standing shivering and naked in the center of the room. He didn’t look back as he adjusted his clothes and walked toward the door.
I stood there, rooted to the spot, my skin still damp and hypersensitive, shivering violently as the stagnant air of the room rushed in to fill the space he had occupied.
Just as his hand touched the knob, a heavy, familiar scent drifted under the door crack. A scent of rain and mountain air.
Leon.
The handle began to turn from the outside.
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