Page 41 of Power & Punishment

I let out a moan and tip my head back. Leo takes that as his opening and begins to trail kisses and small bites up and down my throat. He keeps a steady rhythm as he swirls the tip of his finger around my clit, getting me closer and closer to insanity.

Soon enough the promise of release is too much, and I rock my hips against his hand. Pressure builds, and a thick fog of blinding ecstasy squeezes my brain.

And then he stops.

I groan, balling my hands up into fists. His wet, hot mouth brushes against my ear and says, “Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll make you come.”

Every ounce of self-respect drains from me as I decide what to do next. Part of me wants to tell him to go to hell, but the other, more physically motivated part of me is okay with telling him what he wants to hear. Maybe once I get it out of my system, I can fight off this annoying pull I have to him.

“Fine,” I whine, searching for the words. “Please make me come.”

“You can do better than that, Emilia,” he says, my name dripping from his mouth like poison. He then proceeds to tease his pointer finger over the exact spot I need him. The coldness of his rings provides a delicious shiver up and down my spine. “Say my name this time.”

“Please, Leo. I need you to make me come,” I say, pushing my hips forward for more friction. “Please,” I whisper one last time, but I make sure my eyes are connected with his and he can feel the pleading deep inside me.

This man gets off on the power he has over me. He wants me simply because he knows it’s wrong—and maybe some sick part of me feels the same way.

He accepts my plea and smiles before leaning closer. This time, his hands are everywhere, and they know exactly where to go. His hands dance over the peak of my breasts and down my stomach until he unexpectedly presses one finger deep inside me with the rough padding of his thumb rubbing perfect little circles against my clit.

The sensation is too much, pushing me to the edge in one fell swoop. He makes me come so fast that I want to squeeze my eyes shut and wither away against the wall. But then he reaches up with his free hand and firmly grips my chin, bringing my attention to him and him only.

“Look at me,” Leo says firmly. “I want you to remember the way I can make you feel so you never forget it again.”

Our eyes stay connected as my orgasm washes over me. His eyes are so intense, it’s hard to pin down all the emotions running through them. But the one I can decipher is pure triumph.

Leo continues to hold me as I come down from my high. But the second I feel like I can stand on my own two feet, I push him away. “That’s not happening again.”

Before I can get too far, he grabs my forearm and pulls me back to his chest. “I’m getting a little too good at telling when you lie to me, Cara.”

I bite the inside of my cheek and push my palms against his chest again. This time he lets me go.

I’m not sure what to expect next, but I pray he’ll leave so I can come to terms with what I just did. But apparently luck has no place in a Russo’s life.

As I get dressed, I can feel his eyes on me. It’s almost like he’s hungry for more, which causes the swirling sensation in my core to heat up again. I curse under my breath and force it away.

“I’ll pick you up at ten tonight,” Leo announces, smoothing out his own clothing. I eye the wet spot on his pants, which just reminds me of how weak I was.

“Why?”

“I’m meeting with your brother tonight.”

Fuck. I completely forgot about that. “I’ll meet you there.”

“Nice try,” he says, taking a few steps closer. He frowns as I button my blouse like he’s upset that I’m ending our little moment. “But I’m not going to let you get there early so you can scheme with your brother. You will ride with me.”

I sit down on the bench and pull my boots on, keeping my gaze low. “That’s not going to stop us from scheming against you.”

Leo walks over, placing a hand underneath my chin and raising my eyes to meet his. He looks so tall and powerful from this angle. It makes what we just did feel even worse. I gave him exactly what he wanted—even if it was what I wanted too.

“Careful, Cara. I enjoy that sharp tongue of yours, but I’m not above punishing you.”

“Trust me,” I say, jerking my head away from his hold and standing up. “I know.”

He lets out a low laugh that shakes his entire body. “You have no idea. We’ve barely scratched the surface.”

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