Page 100 of The Devastation You Reap

“Motherfucker,” he groans as if he’s in pain as he eats up the room with his long legs and pushes through into my bathroom.

I gasp when my back connects with the cold tiles of my shower stall.

“Leon,” his name rips from my throat without instruction from my brain as his hand palms my ass, digging his fingertips into my flesh until it begins to burn.

“Need you, Red. I fucking need you.”

His lips find mine, his tongue pushing inside.

I return his brutal kiss move for move. My tongue slides against his, twisting, turning and fighting for dominance. Our teeth clash, our hands roam, grabbing, scratching, not knowing where we want to touch first.

At some point he must release me because freezing cold water rains down on both of us.

“Oh my God,” I squeal against his lips.

“Hmm…” he groans, placing his hand back on my ass and lifting me a little higher.

His hard length brushes against my core and my entire body tenses in panic.

“Relax, baby. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want. Just enjoying your heat.”

To prove his point, he thrusts his hips slowly dragging the head of his cock against my clit.

This time when I still it’s not because of fear, but pleasure.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, his lips dropping to my neck as he sucks on the skin.

My head falls back against the wall as a familiar sensation begins to build in my lower stomach.

Surely he can’t make me climax from this alone. He’s barely touching me.

“I need you, Red,” he groans.

His desperation from when he first arrives deepens his voice and I’m reminded of the broken man I answered the door to, as well as what I told him I wanted to do.

I wasn’t lying. But I would be if I were to say that I wasn’t sacred.

Releasing my legs from his waist, he allows me to stand although he doesn’t move away from me.

“I’m addicted, Macie,” he confesses quietly. “You’re the only thing I can think about. And if you knew the shit going on in my life then you’d understand just how big that is.”

Honesty pours from his dark green depths and I have to bite back the demand for him to tell me exactly what he’s dealing with right now.

My need to help consumes me. All I want to do is make things better for him.

But I already know that he won’t tell me. Leon might be opening up about how he’s feeling but he’s a long way from trusting me with his secrets.

I get it.

Hell, I more than get it because there’s a chance I’ll go to my grave with mine.

He holds my eyes for a few seconds longer, a silent plea for me to make it all better, and without putting too much thought into it, I slide down the wall.

Only, I don’t get very far because his hand catches me around the throat and I’ve no choice but to look up at him.

“You can’t do this wrong, Red. Stop worrying.”

I nod once before he releases me and allows me to drop to my knees.