the angle of his hand so it’s pressing against my clit. My hips work into a frenzy. I wasn’t going to come, wasn’t going to let the idea cross my mind, but now I need it to survive. Leo pulls his hand away and slaps me hard between my legs. My shocked cry doesn’t stop him from working his hand back over my pussy. “You’re not going to come today unless it’s on my fingers.”
Those fingers are already circling my opening. “What if I can’t?” It’s honesty I didn’t want to give him. Didn’t mean to give him.
A delighted laugh. “Was your pretty Constantine cunt too tight to take your boyfriends’ fingers?” He pushes two of them inside, up to the knuckle, and the breath goes out of me. It is tight. Leo’s expression shifts, and he works them in a little farther. I am hopelessly, shamefully desperate for him to put them all the way in. It’s going to hurt. I want to know that hurt. “Christ. No one has ever finger-fucked you?”
“No one has ever done that.”
“Done what?” he asks in a taunting voice. “Say the words.”
“No one has ever f-f-fucked me. In any way.”
The sound he makes is more of a growl than anything else, and I hardly have time to hear it before he’s driving his fingers in deep. As deep as they’ll go. He’s holding my head up, or it would be dropped back. I see stars. God, it hurts. His fingers are too big but the stretch feels good in a way that makes me so ashamed that I do cry.
Leo swipes a thumb over my cheek and it comes away wet. He leans in, murmuring something into my ear, and I don’t know what it is because I’m both the size of the universe and shrunk down to the sensation of his fingers invading me. I swing wildly between the two until I come back to my body and find myself in Leo Morelli’s dining room, his fingers inside me and one thumb circling my clit.
It’s too much sensation to be embarrassed about. I tighten on his fingers in the same rhythm he’s using on my clit. It’s a relentless rhythm. Soft, like he knows that any harsh movements will push me over the edge into something dark and terrible. Insistent, like he knows that he can’t stop. He can’t leave me like this. Pleasure builds from his touch, it’s hot, hot, hot and getting hotter. Multiplying. Something pulls tight between my legs and I let my weight fall onto his hands, all of it, I can’t hold myself up because that coil winds down and explodes.
I come all over Leo’s fingers, just like he said I would. I can’t enjoy this. I can’t like this. I cannot like what he does to me.
It’s only when I’m coming down that the words he’s saying regain their meaning. I’m going to break you, darling. It’s only a matter of time.
The aftershocks come one after the other, and slowly I become aware of the pieces of him again. His eyes. His mouth. His sweater. As soon as my feet are back on earth he pulls his hand from between my legs and wipes it across my bare chest. Tears drip down after it, and for an instant I see pain and lust in his face.
Gone in a blink.
He goes back to the table and takes his seat, flipping the page in his book like I was never here. “Mrs. Page will bring a tray up to your room.” Oh my god. He’s sending me away. “Do better tomorrow.”
10
Haley
I don’t see anyone on the way back to my room, but they see me. I’m sure of it. This is a huge house, and Mrs. Page and Gerard can’t be the only people here aside from Leo. They can’t be the only pairs of eyes. The saving grace is that I’m crying too hard to notice.
This is sick and wrong, what he’s doing. But more than that, how I feel is sick and wrong. My family would be ashamed of me. Caroline would eject me from the family if she knew that I’d let Leo Morelli touch me. And if she knew that I liked it?
I slam the door to the guest room behind me and sprint for the bed. Someone came to make it while I was gone and I shove the covers back with both hands, ruining their hard work. I don’t care. I don’t