I braced myself against the bed, heart hammering in my chest.Fuck!It had been a long time since I enjoyed myself like that. I looked down and saw Leda’s head was bowed, her own heaving from what we had just done.
Her mouth. I could spend all day fucking her little mouth.
My cock started to rise again. I hastily backed away, shoving it into my slacks.
“Up,” I said roughly, not wanting her to see how much she had affected me. Our eyes met, and I quickly reined in my surprise at the simmering heat in hers.
She liked that.
I fucking knew it.
When she rose, I was rewarded when she didn’t attempt to cover herself up. The shreds of her chemise framed her willing body. I could take her now: throw her on the bed, bury my cock in her, and leave her a quivering mess.
But it wasn’t time.The thought came out of nowhere, and I clenched my jaw. “Move.”
Only when she gathered the sides of her ruined clothing did I see her chafed wrists, and the redness that encircled her tender skin.
The sight bothered me. But I wasn’t about to let her see it.
I escorted her back to her room.
“Rest,” I ordered.
Leda turned her eyes at me, and for a moment I wanted to say more. Never in my entire career of dominating women had I wanted to wrap my fucking arms around someone as much as I wanted around Leda.
I wasn’t a touchy-feely man. My touches were reserved for pleasure and pain in equal measures. I didn’t know how to comfort.
Especially not someone I wanted to break.
Disgusted with my own weakness, I closed the door behind me and walked back to my office, picking up the same whiskey decanter I had been drinking from earlier. I poured it straight into my mouth, letting the burn override what I was feeling.
My body was sated, but my soul felt restless.
Why the hell was it restless?
I pushed open the patio door and stepped out into the predawn morning, whiskey in hand.
This house was situated in the hills high above the nearest city, giving me the luxury of privacy whenever I needed it. I purchased it shortly after being named Don for the purpose of having a space of my own hidden from the world.
For years I had been surrounded by people who always wanted something from me, and to live in this sort of solitude was a welcome respite.
Now, the silence—once soothing—was damning.
I hesitated with a woman. Ineverhesitated before, especially not with someone as fiery as Leda. Cosimo taught me to never let women see the other side of me. I was to maintain an air of arrogance, to make it at least appear that I was someone not to fuck with.
But when Leda had attempted to grab my cock with her hand, I had nearly lost all control.
A part of mewantedher to touch me all over, to surrender myself to someone else taking the lead—to see where it could go.
Hell, I would probably enjoy it far too much.
The problem was: she would have power over me. She’d make me crave her touch when it should be the other way around.
That was something I could not tolerate.
Shoving a hand through my hair, I took another pull off the whiskey. I had started that interaction between us with one goal in mind: to dominate her—soul and body, willing or unwilling.
The defiance—damn, she’d played that up well. When she arched against my hand, all rational thought on my plans had been burnt away like morning fog. Suddenly I wanted to draw out our time together, to bring her to the brink of wanting me but not give her what she wanted just yet.