He presses a knuckle to my clit and rubs it in a slow, teasing circle. Another clench, another wash of wetness. “But your pussy likes it.”
I drop my head forward, grip his shirt for dear life, and concentrate on the rhythmic roll over my clit. Another inch. Another. Sweat beads on my hairline. He’s remaking me with his cock. I’m going to be a new person at the end of this. Trial by fucking. The circles continue until shadows crowd in at the edges of my vision and another orgasm tackles me forcefully from behind. I sob through the whole thing. I can’t stop impaling myself on his cock, can’t get the orgasm to let me go, and can’t push past the last place inside me holding him back. “Help me. Please. Please.”
Leo’s cock throbs inside me and he sits up, his muscles bunching. He wraps one hand around the back of my head and presses my face into his shoulder. “Bite.” I get a mouthful of his jacket. Then his hands are on my hips. “Big breath.” It’s a noisy, embarrassing breath, sucked in through his clothes. “Ready?”
I nod feverishly, desperate for him to do this, desperate to be on the other side of this, desperate to be closer to him.
He meets that desperation with a vicious stroke, using his hands to drive me down harder, to take my virginity with more force.
My scream starts out anguished, unrecognizable. But when he’s all the way inside, when he’s taken every inch of me... Heat. A deep-down heat, a fiery one. I feel it everywhere he is, and it trips through my veins like I’d imagine drugs would. I’m sobbing but the sobs turn into moans. Leo puts his hand back behind him. Oh—oh. It’s because I’m fucking him for real now. His eyes are half-closed, teeth gritted, and it’s been hard for him to wait. He held back for so long.
Now he ruts into me like the beast he is, forceful and feral. It is absolutely not possible for me to come again but pleasure hitches itself to the pain of being fucked for the first time. It takes me by the hips. It grinds me down onto Leo’s cock and makes me dance for it. “Good,” I hear myself say. “Good, please. Good.”
What are you waiting for? I think the question, because I can’t form real sentences.
He doesn’t answer with words. He only waits, his eyes dark embers.
A final, ragged orgasm wraps me up and shakes itself through my whole body. Leo comes when I’m at the peak, cock jerking. It’s hot, hot, hot inside. There must be so much cum. He makes a low, animal sound. I could listen to him do that every day. It carves out a new craving at the heart of me.
He puts a hand on my face and keeps watch, eyes on mine, all the way to the bitter end.
20
Leo
I want to keep Haley here forever.
I never want to coax her off my shoulder. I never want to leave this room. I never want the sun to rise.
She’s panting, one hand fisted in my shirt, a long time later. I run a hand over her hair. “We can’t stay all night.”
Haley stirs, sighing. “I thought Morellis could do anything they wanted.”
“It would be amusing to keep fucking you until the first patrons arrive. You’re right.” Her breathing picks up there. She would find a little public play hot. There are places for that, but I know immediately I won’t let it happen. Let other people see her sweet cunt? No. Fuck no. “However, I have other ideas.”
“Like a bath in your bathtub?”
More along the lines of tying her to the bed and fucking her ass, just so I can say I’ve taken her in every hole. I want her so powerfully that I could do it right now. Sadly, there’s a limit to how much a thing like Haley could take before I’d have to carry her out of here. The guard can be bribed, of course, but if I destroy her the way I want to...
Well. People would talk.
“Like a bath.” This convinces her to lift her head. I have to help her to her feet and rearrange the dress. I use my handkerchief to dab between her legs, which makes her hiss. I find her ruined panties and shove them into my pocket, then make a halfhearted attempt at smoothing out the pages of the books on the table. Casualties of a good fuck. There are worse ways to die. “One last look at your favorite thing.”
Haley’s blue eyes are huge, and they linger on me for so long that my skin tingles.
“The book,” I prompt.
She blinks. “Right. Yes.” Haley goes back to the table and bows her head over it, reverent, and uses her pinky finger to close the front cover. “Goodbye,” she whispers. “You’re beautiful.”
My chest seizes up. As soon as she’s asleep, I’m getting people out of bed. This book is going to be mine, and then it’s going to be hers. This copy of Jane Eyre is technically a witness to her very first real fuck. It can’t be left to the world.
Haley comes back to me on unsteady legs and takes my hand.
It’s a near miss. I almost let it show, how good it feels, and that’s too far. We’re already outside the bounds of the rest of my life. I’ll let my sisters hug me, if that’s what they need to do, but holding hands with a woman—
It’s not a good decision, if history is any indication. Still, I don’t think anything short of a bomb dropped on this building would inspire me to let go. Maybe not even that.
It’s a measured walk back through the main reading room. Haley tries her best to move quietly, and the mood is hushed, almost reverent. What happened in that room, in full view of a first-edition Jane Eyre, was a sacrament. It moves with me now. Stays close, like the pain that dogs me every day of my life.
This is different. I wouldn’t describe it as an emotion. More like water to wine.
We take the elevator back down. Eugene, the guard, opens the door for us as we go. If he’s been going between floors, if he heard anything, his face doesn’t show it. On the way past him, I tuck several hundred-dollar bills into the pocket of his jacket. He pats them with his hand and pulls the door closed behind us.
It’s a sharper, deeper cold, and I fold Haley into my side during the few steps to the SUV. Our coats, helpfully, wait for us in the backseat. I pull both of them over Haley’s lap. My driver meets my eyes in the rearview mirror and shifts to drive.
She leans against me when we turn onto the street, and I can feel her hesitating. Like she thinks I might push her away.
I’m not going to push her away.
“Leo.” There’s hope in her voice. Hope. It’s fucking terrifying, to hear that hope. It adds another layer of complexity to my revenge plot. The whole thing is getting out of hand.
My phone vibrates in my pocket before she can finish speaking.
I pull it out and frown at Trenton Alto’s name. There’s nothing planned for tonight, with him or with Lucian. Nothing business. Nothing social. I’m not interested in the street fights Trenton oversees. But in the interest of getting him to fuck off, I take the call.
“Don’t waste my time,” I say by way of greeting.
“Did you kidnap a Constantine?” Trenton laughs, and my gut goes cold. “It would be just like you to frame someone for a kidnapping.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Lucian told me about your contract. He thinks it’s funny as fuck. Some of your best work. But if you’ve gone beyond that, you should tell us so we can enjoy the show.”