“I thought I loved you,” Leda continued. “I thought that maybe you could love me in return, but I don’t think you are capable of that. The words that come out of your mouth… I think you say them because you think they’re the right words to say. But I don’t think you feel them, understand them.”
I surprised her by sliding my arm against her waist and hauling her to me, letting her feel my raging cock in my pants. “Is that what you think?” I asked, my lips positioned above her ear. “That I am incapable of feelings?”
I felt the hitch in her breath as my other hand wandered up her side, moving across her body to cup her breast.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” she hissed.
“Are you scared of me?” I continued, nipping at the shell of her ear. She shuddered in my grasp, and I started to feel my own body react, wanting to bury my cock in her to forget.
I needed to fucking forget.
“Scared of you?” she echoed as I rolled her nipple between my finger and thumb. “No, Lucas. I’m not scared of you.”
Her words rang true, and I pressed my lips to her neck, desperate to take her. Leda was my weakness, one that I should set aside and forget ever existed, but I couldn’t.
She thought I couldn’t feel, but the rage coursing through me for her was beyond anything I could ever put into words.
“I’m scaredforyou,” she followed up, her breathy voice sending fire through my veins. “I’m scared that you would truly lose yourself because of this.”
She wasn’t wrong. I was on the verge of becoming something darker than I ever had become before. My Mafia and my title of Don, teetered on the edge. I was going to have to unleash all of the darkness within in order to gain it all back.
But at the same time, I could lose her. I couldn’t have both. That wasn’t the option available to me. I couldn’t be that vengeful person and still hang onto the hope that Leda would still love me.
I wanted to beg her not to give up on me, but maybe I was already a lost cause.
My hand moved to cup her other breast as I slid the other one down her body, toward the edge of the small shorts she was wearing.
“Lucas,” she begged, arching into me more. “Lucas, please.”
I covered her mouth and nipped at her neck, pressing my cock against her ass. When I was buried inside her I wouldn’t last for long; the need to let go was far too strong.
“My turn.” I breathed.
This was what she did to me.
“I hate the way you make me feel,” I told her truthfully. “You’re a weakness I can’t afford but one I don’t want to get rid of.”
My fingers slipped under the waistband of her shorts and stroked the soft skin there, right above the place I wanted to desperately touch. I felt her lips move and released my hand.
“You have it wrong,” she panted, attempting to move my hand further down. “Maybe I’m your strength. Not your weakness.”
I chuckled against her skin. “Maybe. But once you drain this cock, I’m not going to be worth shit.”
The clearing of a throat caught my attention, and I dropped my forehead to Leda’s shoulder, sliding my hand out of her shorts. I had been so close, so close to forgetting who I was for just a little while.
I turned around and saw Emil at the door. “What?”
“Someone’s coming,” Emil said.
I stepped away from Leda and she turned. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes had a familiar gleam to them. Maybe she didn’t hate me—not completely—not when I could make her feel this way.
“Stay inside the room,” I told her, clenching my fists at my sides. “And don’t go out on the balcony. I don’t know who it is.”
She caught my arm, her voice low. “Be careful, Lucas,” she said, surprising me.
I leaned in and brushed my lips over hers, unable to help it. “Remember what I said.”
I didn’t wait for her to answer, walking painfully out of the bedroom and shutting the door behind her. My cock throbbed at what I had been so close to, and I willed it down.