“You know I won’t hurt you,” I growled, backing her up until she fell onto the bed. “I can’t hurt you.”
Leda braced her upper body on her elbows. “Oh really? Because you’re hurting me right now. You’re hurting me by not letting me make the right decisions, by treating me not as a partner but as your fucking property!”
No, that wasn’t true. She was much more than property to me. She was the one I wanted to stand beside me if I became Don again or even if I didn’t.
But right now, I didn’t think she wanted to hear that at all. She wanted to see me as the fucking bad guy that wasn’t letting her get what she wanted. She wanted me to be the person to blame about this, to believe that I was the reason her brother was in danger and we were losing the support that she had garnered for us.
She wanted me to take the fall for it all so that she didn’t have to look at herself in the mirror, and fuck, if that was what she wanted, I didn’t know if I wanted to be her scapegoat.
“It’s true isn’t it, Lucas,” she added, her voice dropping a notch. “You want me as your property, not your equal. You want me to give you everything, but you won’t give me anything in return.”
Leda was baiting me. I knew it, and by the looks of it, she liked what she was doing. It took all I could to push away from her, putting some distance between us.
“No vehement denial? I’m right?” she purred, her eyes flashing. “You are nothing but a coward, Lucas. A fucking coward.”
The tense thread inside me snapped, and I snarled at her, closing the distance between us. The shirt she wore came apart easily under my grasp. Leda gasped as I exposed her heavy breasts, my cock straining against my trousers. I still hadn’t gotten used to all the changes that had happened to her body since she had found out she was pregnant, but to me, they made her all the more desirable.
When I yanked down her joggers, she didn’t say anything, her chest heaving in response. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and I groaned inwardly, knowing I was about to have easy access.
“Is this what you want?” I asked, gripping her legs and spreading them open. “Do you want me to take control of you, Leda? Is that what you are begging for?”
“I’m not begging for anything,” she shot back, her hand grabbing one of my biceps and raking her fingernails down my skin. “Get off me.”
I gave her the grin I knew she hated, the same one I had worn many times before I realized how much I loved her, knowing I could trust her.
“I’m taking what is mine.” My hand went to my zipper, and I released my aching cock, watching as her eyes widened just a hint. “And you are going to take it.”
I didn’t give her a chance to react, yanking her down to the edge of the bed and pushing into her tight, wet warmth without another word.
“Fuck you,” she breathed, her nails raking down my chest.
Her words didn’t mean shit to me. I knew that she was just as sick as I was in bed, wanting to add a layer of pain to the desire that we already had for each other. I wanted her to wrap her legs around me, to let me in, but she didn’t.
I grabbed her legs roughly, and pushed them apart roughly to expose her glistening sex. Leda arched against the intrusion, but her pussy clenched tightly around my hard cock, refusing me entry.
“You want this,” I growl. “I know you want this. You can’t lie to me, Leda.”
“Get the fuck out of me,” she spat out, her eyes boring holes into mine even as her pussy tightened around my cock, pulling me in with every motion. “Now.”
I smiled cruelly as I grabbed one of her breasts, twisting the puckered nipple painfully until she gasped.
“No.”