Burn (Virtues & Lies 1)

“You’re fucking gorgeous when you cry,” he murmurs stroking my hair, licking my tears, kissing and sucking at my earlobes and cheeks. “And your tears taste so good.”

As he begins to pull out, my hands claw down to his sides, my ankles cross at his arse and I hold him inside me. My prisoner.

“Fuck me…please, please…fuck me, Leo!” I desperately beg in between bites and sucks of his shoulder. “Own me.”

“I already do, Buttercup.” His need spearing through me with his words, I buck up and the way my clit rubs onto the flat of his groin, has me moaning. My breath rasps in desperate lust filled hiccups as his dick pulses in my arse.

The groan that vibrates from his chest as he undulates his hips has me squirming beneath him and clawing at his hard flesh and humid skin.

“Your body is mine. You belong to me, Cassandra,” he confirms, his head lowering to my neck before he bites hard. “Only me. Only ever mine.”

“Yes,” I moan as he thrusts deep and fast into me and it feels so good that my legs spread limp to the sides.

Pulling him as close as I can manage in my near boneless state, I kiss the side of his head. Relishing the taste of his sweat as he pulls out and thrusts in again and again, until we’re both breathing so fast that it’s a constant loud hum.

Everything fades into nothingness, apart from Leo. He’s the centre of my universe, the axis that holds me where I belong in all the madness. With every one of his sucks and nips at my neck, the exact same spot his bruise has faded, all I can think is that I’ll never be able to go without him again.

Dropping my hand from Leo’s waist to my belly, I pinch and claw at my flesh. The bite sends frissons of pleasure right to my core. And as my fingers inch lower until they’re between us, almost but not quite touching my clit, he rasps into my ear, “Do it, fuck that beautiful cunt for me.”

Sitting back onto his legs, he drapes my thighs over his, squeezing my hips as he pulls me down on his cock repeatedly. Eagerly watching as my fingers skitter down my slit, to my pussy before I slip my fingers inside.

I watch him watching me finger myself, grinding the heal of my hand on my clit as he fucks my arse.

God, I have no idea what we look like, but I can imagine it and that image together with our moans, groans, and gritted curses has me fracturing right in front of his lust hazed eyes.

My whole body convulses as I detonate around him, feeling every one of his thrusts so deep that I don’t know how the hell I’m going to cope when he is no longer inside me.

Swiping my limp hand from between us, he collapses on me with a deep groan. And all I can think is how much I love his crushing weight, the way he’s as boneless as I am when we fuck like this.

I hate it when he rolls off me and not only am I left empty, but I’m also cold and bereft.

Opening my eyes, I can’t help but smile at Leo, lying on his side, with a soft smirk cutting his face as he leans on his arm like some sex god or something.

Without saying a word, he gets up and disappears through to the en-suite. When he returns, he kneels beside me on the bed, pressing a kiss to my lips as he cleans me up with a warm cloth.

Leo’s so gentle that I moan, savouring his care. “Feel owned now, Buttercup?” he asks, dropping the cloth to the floor as he lies beside me and wraps his arms around me.

Smiling I kiss his chest, because although his remark was jovial, I do feel owned. I feel more than owned by him. I feel like we’re a natural foregone conclusion. An elemental entity of our own.

The rustle of his breath through my messy hair has me shuffling impossibly closer to him, and when our legs tangle and he has me locked in his arms, he whispers, “I love you.”

“You love me.”

Nodding, he kisses my head, tightening his hold on me. It’s the most beautiful feeling in the world to be in this moment with him. “You’re mine, Little Queen.”

Chapter 29

Cassandra

Tonight’s a big night, Leo’s dropped little nuggets about his mum here and there. But it still doesn’t feel like I know anything about her. I tried asking Wayne but all he said was he liked to keep his wife to himself.

His wife. How did I not even know he had a wife? I’ve known him my whole bloody life!

I’m learning, though, that every person around me is riddled with secrets. Paranoia is every man’s companion, and I wonder how I’ve made it this far into my life without feeling it or seeing it.

The last week things have become fraught with tension. No one makes a move without everyone knowing about it. It’s all so smothering and every time I’m out of the house I swear I can’t breathe with how anxious I feel. Something feels very wrong. The way Leo’s checking his mirrors non-stop, like someone is following us…

“What’s wrong?” I ask him one more time, checking the mirrors myself at the shake of his head. “Why’re you so jumpy?”