Leda smirked. “You can do better than that, Lucas.”
For a moment I stared at Leda, completely surprised by her words. She waschallengingme. She cracked my armor today, ever so briefly. But it was sufficient for her to think that she could get away with it.
Nobody ever tried to do that. I loved the fact that she did.
Almost as much as I wanted to teach her that shecouldn’tand in fact,didn’tget away with it.
Slowly, I forced myself to release my grip on her neck. “You’re right. I can.”
She shivered as I stepped away, rolling up the sleeves of my dress shirt slowly. Leda watched every movement, the flare of heat in her eyes hard to contain. Once I was done, I walked to the other side of the bed and grabbed the sheet, ripping it away. Leda’s breath caught as I tore it completely down the center, the ripping sound filling the air.
With every strip I made, I felt my cock harden even more. All sorts of devious, delicious thoughts were running through my mind. Most women would have run already, but Leda watched me with her lips parted like she couldn’t wait.
Hell, I couldn’t either. All she had to do was glance at the front of my fucking trousers to see what she had done to me. And we hadn’t even gotten started. Not by a long shot.
Once I had a few strips, I moved around the bed once more. “Your wrists, Leda.” I wasn’t going to rush anything with her, not like earlier.
I wanted to savor my time with Leda and ensure that we both got what we wanted out of it.
Leda did as I asked and extended her wrists towards me. Silently, I bound them together, adding another layer of anticipation with each torturous movement. My cock screamed for me to bend her over the bed, to rip off the robe she was wearing, and to make her beg for mercy.
But that wouldn’t be a punishment to her. For her, drawing out pleasure but never letting her release was the real punishment.
Something I was acutely familiar with.
Once I got her wrists bound loosely, I pointed to the bed. “Get on.”
Leda lifted her chin and climbed onto the bed wordlessly. Her ass peeked out of her robe as she did so and I felt my pulse quicken at the sight. My hands itched to grab her. Seconds passed like hours. Finally, Leda turned to face me on her knees, her bound wrists before me. “What do you want to do to me now, Lucas?”
“I am your Don,” I growled as I picked up more strips.
“No, you’re not,” she replied. “I won’t call you Don. You are Lucas to me, nothing else.”
Fuck, that felt good.
“You will pay for your disrespect,” I said instead, ignoring the warmth that spread through my chest.
“Oh.” Leda smirked as she lied down onto the pillows and parted her legs just enough for me to see a sliver of wet, eager pink. “I hope so,Lucas.”
Chapter 22
Leda
I didn’t know what I was doing.
I felt Lucas’s hand on my ankle, and a shiver slid through me as the sheet wrapped around it, my heart thudding loudly in my ears. When Lucas had arrived in the bedroom, I had no idea what he might do. His expression was pure anger, like the night that I tried to escape.
For a moment, hedidscare me.
I was only trying to help him, not betray him, but I could see how he could have misread that. My father would have killed anyone who betrayed him as well. Trust was important in the Mafia, far more important than the number of men that a Don had.
If he couldn’t trust the men that were around him, a Don was powerless.
But what was happeningnowhad nothing to do with me calling Nico. This had been a long time coming, Lucas needed control, and heaven help me, I was getting wet justthinkingabout what he might do to me.
I wasn’t scared now.
I was far too excited.