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I take a minute to think. “Because I wanted to talk crazy, and you’re the only one who speaks that language.”
A sinister laugh brews from deep within him, and when it emerges, it makes goosebumps sprout all over my arms. “You want to talk crazy?”
I nod, working my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. “Leon Forbes.”
He nods, waiting for me to go on.
“Whether he killed her or not, he is a sick fuck. We have to talk to him.”
“Come on, baby. Use your big girl words. What do you want to do to Leon Forbes?”
His hungry gaze sparks a heat between my legs that grows hotter by the second. “I want to pinch his balls in a vise. I want to castrate the fucker. I want to do any number of horrible things to his genitalia so he never thinks with it again…all while he knows it’s me doing it. All while asking him what he knows.”
“I need to fuck you now, Little Miss Astor.” He shifts his hips into me, and his hard cock slides up my thigh.
This man really is deranged.
He takes my arms and moves them to the bed, holding them down and propping himself up at the same time. His gaze trails my body, stopping at my neck, my collarbone, then the mounds of my breasts. He shifts into me again, and I can’t move. He has my thighs trapped, as well as my arms. “The things I want to do to you… The things I want you to do to me.”
He maneuvers both of my arms above my head and holds them with one hand. With his free hand, he cups my breast, teasing my nipple through my thin shirt.
“There’s nothing sexier than your free, pert tits. They call to me.” Leaning over, he captures my nipple, shirt and all, in his mouth and then teases it with his teeth.
My pussy clenches, as if yelling its neglect to him.
He does the same to the other, and I watch, his eyes fanning shut as if he’s taking the greatest amount of pleasure from this. Before he pulls away, he flicks his tongue across my peak, and I attempt to come off the bed but only thrust into his thick cock.
Leo traces his hand up to my collarbone before moving back down, bringing the relaxed collar of my shirt with him. He reveals more and more of my breast until he’s hovering over it. “Wife, I’m going to need you to tell me how wet you are.”
I moan at the use of that word. Maybe because I never wanted to be a wife at all because it meant being a trophy wife, posing on some balding man’s arm, but when Leo Jarvis calls me wife, it’s a sensual experience. “I need more of your lips on me,” I breathe, watching as he returns to my nipple, flicking the tip of his tongue rapidly and then taking the pebble into his mouth and lavishing it like he’s worshipping on his knees.
My nipple pops free, and he moves to the other, his lips grazing across my skin in the process, leaving a trail of wetness that instantly turns cool in his wake.
He frees my other tit with a hard tug, and this time while he circles his tongue around my nipple, he’s thrusting into my legs, teasing my clit through my flimsy shorts.
I arch into him. “Leo.”
“Tell me.”
I take stock of my predicament. I’m definitely creaming everywhere. “I’m so wet for you.”
“Husband…”
“I’m so wet for you, husband.”
He loosens his hold on my hands and sneaks his fingers down to check. They slip through my folds, and he enters easily, driving his digits so deep that I groan. He works my pussy and my breast at the same time. I say his name, rolling my hips into him.
“Leo, you teasing motherfucker. I want your cock.”
He chuckles against my chest, the sound low and throaty and only piquing my desire for him. “But there are too many layers between us.”
“Lift them, rip them, fucking burn them. I don’t care how you do it, just do it.”
He teases some more until I feel like I’m on the verge of coming. My breathing deepens, the sounds coming out of me, the way my hips lift to his cock sliding across my clit. “Husband…” I say once more, the word laced in desperation.
He lifts up, taking only the time he needs to tug my shorts down along with his before he’s impaling me, and I come with his first thrust. My fingernails dig into his back while he sheathes himself. My pussy contracts around him, gripping him tight.
“Fuck, Eden,” he grinds out.