My fiery Mafia princess.
Mine.
“What are you smirking at?” she asked harshly, poking me in the chest hard. “You think you can come in here like this andsmirk?”
My smirk died and I grabbed her finger, surprising her. “This is my fucking house,” I told her, seeing her eyes widen just a bit. Her anger was palpable, but there was also an undercurrent of arousal, or at least that was what I thought I was seeing in her.
What I didn’t expect her to do was spit in my face. The warmth hit my cheek, and I heard her audibly gasp, as if she couldn’t believe that she had done it.
With my free hand, I swiped it over my face, her spit smearing against my hand. “Did you just fucking spit at me?”
“You deserved it,” she defended, her voice shaky.
The claws were out. I growled low in my throat and Leda lifted her chin, staring at me defiantly.
“What are you going to do, Lucas?” she asked, her tone lethal. “Are you going to finish what you tried to do last night?”
I had hurt her somehow, last night, yes. But did I really go so far? It was like a big black hole that I couldn’t pull anything out of. It bothered me to know I might have lost control and hurt her.
Leda shook her head once more, sadness flickering over her features. “You can’t remember, can you,Don?”
My anger slipped at her taunt, and I grabbed her arms, backing her up until she was pressed against the mattress.
“Maybe I just need a good hard reminder,” I growled, using my body to hold her in place.
Her chest heaved in response, and I nearly lost myself in my pants like a randy teenager. Anger was written all over her face. But I knew she wanted me like this, in control and being harsh to her sexually, at least.
She always wanted me like this.
“Fuck you.” She hissed.
I crushed my lips against hers, feeling her start of surprise before I forced my tongue into her mouth. I was taking a chance with her not biting my tongue off, but her kiss back was just as hard, her lips just as hungry.
I wanted to be inside her. My need was greater than it had ever been when it came to Leda, and I wanted my hands on her naked body, making her call out my fucking name.
Not anyone else’s.
Tearing our mouths apart, I brought up my hand and ripped the silky top from the neckline down, baring her breasts to me. The rosy hue of her nipples beckoned me in, but I wasn’t done, doing the same to the matching panties, letting the material fall to the floor.
Leda started to wiggle and fight me, and I clamped my hand down on her hip, fighting for control.
When she palmed me through my trousers, I froze, my eyes meeting hers. There was desperation in her eyes, the same one I felt in my own body. How had this gone from anger to heated lust in the span of a few minutes?
“Take it out,” I ground out, wanting to feel her hand on my cock. “Now.”
Leda’s eyes didn’t leave mine as she unzipped my pants, my heavy, aching cock spilling out into her hand. I groaned as she squeezed me gently, brushing over the engorged head with her finger and smearing the pre-cum that had beaded there.
“Look at you,” she purred. “Losing control.”
I grabbed her hand and forced it over her head, keeping it there until I could gather the other one to render her helpless.
“No,” I answered harshly. “I don’t lose control, and you are about to see how much in control I can be.”
Chapter 43
Leda
Heaven help me, I didn’t know what was going on. One moment I was spitting in Lucas’s face, and the next I was holding his cock in my hand, my entire body primed for his touch.