Page 81 of The Devastation You Reap

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Leon

Ibreathe a sigh of relief as I push Macie through her dorm and find it empty; the last thing I need right now is an interrogation from any of them.

When we came back here last night, while Charlie was clearly pissed about us spending time together, the guys looked about ready to rip me to pieces if I so much as hurt a hair on her head.

I get their need to protect her and I can’t deny that when our time is done, they’ll have every right to kick my ass. But until that time comes, I’m going to play the perfect boyfriend because it’s not just Macie that I need to convince with all this, it’s everyone around her.

She might not think that she relies on others opinions or their advice but I know that with her innocence that she needs them, and if they so much as think there’s something up here, then they’ll plant doubts in her head, and I know she’s already got enough of her own.

My fingers flex against her lower back as I guide her toward her room, my other hand holding the bottle I lifted from the Harris’s kitchen, my mouth watering for a taste of both.

Those few minutes with her in Kane’s old bedroom were nowhere near enough after the way she was dancing against me. She probably thought it was innocent enough, but the images playing out in my head every time her hips rolled were anything but.

All the ways I could ruin her, make my mark on her, ensure she’d never, ever forget me were the only things I could think about.

Part of me expected her to take me up on the offer of leaving the party only minutes after we arrived. I knew it wasn’t her kind of thing, but I wanted to test her, see if she really did trust me like she’s beginning to say she does.

And she must because not only did we stay, but she got drunk, took a hit and let me get her off in front of two other people. Okay, so Letty and Kane were more than distracted and neither probably had any idea that we were in the room let alone that anything was going on, but Macie didn’t know that.

The second we’re inside her room, I kick her door shut behind me and push her back against it, my hand resting gently around her throat. A move that I never thought she’d allow, but it seems my innocent little redhead likes to surprise me at every turn.

“Leon,” she breathes, her blue eyes darkening as her chest begins to heave once more.

“You look sinful tonight, you know that?”

She shakes her head, a coy smile playing on her lips telling me that she’s more than aware that she looks good.

“I’ve spent all night wondering what you’re hiding beneath that dress. Picturing what you might look like as I drag it down your body and let it pool at your feet. Imagining just how you taste.”

Her pulse pounds harder with every word that comes out of my mouth.

Taking a step toward her, I press the length of my body against hers.

“You looked so hot coming on my fingers earlier, Red.”

Her eyes shutter as she remembers.

“Did it feel good?”

She nods so slightly I would’ve missed it if I weren’t so in-tune to her movements.

“I didn’t hear you, Red.”

“Y-yes. It felt good.”

“You want another?”

Her cheeks heat giving me her answer, but I’m not going to let her get away with that.

Lifting the bottle that’s still in my hand, I release her throat and twist the top off before lifting it to my lips.

The vodka burns but fuck if it doesn’t feel good as it slides down my throat.

“Want some?”

It’s a rhetorical question because before she even has a chance to respond, I’m lifting the bottle to her lips.