“I hate you!” she strained, this time with a sob as I continued to thrust. “I fucking hate you! You fucking bastard!”
“Yeah, just like that,” I snarled, drilling into her. “I canfeelhow fucking wet you are. You want this, Leda. I know you fucking want this.”
Her nails raked down my back, drawing painful scratches through the shirt, but I didn’t care. Nothing short of a bullet to my head was going to stop me from fucking her until my point was made
Leda screamed as her pussy contracted around my cock, an orgasm ripping through her. Tears ran down the edges of her eyes, smearing her mascara. I covered her mouth with my hand so that the neighbors wouldn’t think I was killing her. My heart pounded at my throat while my hips continued to thrust with reckless abandon.
I would break her down, inch by inch, one orgasm after the next until there was nothing left.
That was what I did. I was taking back my control.
Except, I wasn’t.
The sense of control was slipping with every scrape of her fingernails against my shirt, the way that she writhed under my thrusts, screaming against my hand on her mouth.
But I saw in her teary eyes what she wanted, and I was giving it to her.
Fuck, I was in love with this woman.
My own orgasm hit me hard and fast as I poured myself into her tight warmth, shouting her name repeatedly until there was nothing left. My knees weakened, and I collapsed with Leda in my arms onto the floor. Leda struggled against my embrace, but I refused to let go as my cock continued to twitch inside of her. I didn’t give a shit what she was going to do next. She could kill me now for all I cared.
But she didn’t.
No, the minx’s hand went for my softening cock. The fury in her eyes was unmistakable.
“Is this what you fucking wanted?” She hissed, her fingers gliding over the wet skin until I was hard again. She jerked my cock with a cold fury, drawing equal shares pain and pleasure as tears continued to run down her eyes.
“You’re not fucking done, Lucas Valentino. Not by a long shot. You want to fuck? Fine, let’s fuck.”
Chapter 51
Leda
I wanted to hate him.
Lucas was panting before me, his eyes wary, and I wanted to take my hand off his cock and walk away. He had cut me deep with his words the other night. And the fact that he thought that he could just walk back into the penthouse with flowers and I would fall into his arms pissed me off to no degree.
I was tired of being used. I was tired of him thinking that his words could sway me to his side again. He was hiding something, something that wouldn’t let him fully commit. I thought he might make a real fucking apology, instead, it was just more of the same fucking bullshit.
The same fucking excuse. Oh, he was a Don. Oh, he lost control.
No, fuck you.
Fuck you for stomping all over my heart. Fuck you and your flowers. Fuck you for thinking your dick is the fucking magic pill to make it all go away.
Right now, I wanted him to suffer. And there was only one way I knew how.
“Leda,” he growled, his eyes finding mine. “What are you doing?”
“Didn’t you want to fuck?” I snarled through gritted teeth, my heart racing. When he had pushed me against the wall, I thought I was about die. Then he ripped my yoga pants open, and fucked me like I was just his property.
The way that he kept fucking me no matter how hard I struggled under him. No matter how hard I cursed him.
I hated to admit that it had turned me on more than anything else we’d done.
And now I had him in the palm of my hand.
“Shut your fucking mouth.” I pushed at his shoulders.