43. Chapter 43

43

Clara

G oddammit. I’m not some weak, spineless bimbo.

But his hands—fuck. They’re everywhere. Heat pours off him like a furnace, his grip searing into my waist as if branding me his. His body presses down, heavy and commanding.

The name “Fiona” flashes in my mind. The way Maksim smirked when he mentioned her. Anger and jealousy bubble up, boiling over into something molten, something reckless.

Rage and desire combine in a violent cocktail that propels me into action. I buck my hips, flipping Leonid over so I’m straddling him, my hands pressing him down into the cushions. I let out a feral growl, a challenge to his alpha status, as I loom over him, my eyes blazing like twin suns.

“Fuck you, Leonid,” I spit out, my voice low and laced with venom. “I’m not some plaything for you to toy with.”

Leonid’s eyes widen, surprise flitting across his face, but he recovers quickly, a smirk curling his lips. He slides his hands down my hips, grasping me firmly. With a cruel twist of his hips, he grinds against my wet, throbbing heat, drawing a gasp from my lips despite my best efforts to stay silent.

“You’re so fucking responsive, krasotka . So wet and warm, just like the dirty little slut you try so hard not to be.”

His hand seizes my right tit, kneading it like he’s making fucking dough, the satin doing fuck all to hide the hard nub of my nipple.

“Fuck!” I can’t help but grind against him, my body betraying me like a goddamn snitch, my hips rocking against his granite-hard cock like I’m dancing to the beat of my own damn demise.

“See, there it is. Your pussy doesn’t lie, Clara. You want it.”

Oh… fuck no.

In one swift motion, I release my thighs from their grip around his cock and shimmy my body upward, clamping Leonid’s torso between my knees. I press my arm across his neck like a guillotine blade and dig my hands into the cushions on either side of his shoulders, trapping him on the sofa.

“My pussy doesn’t run me, Leonid,” I snarl into his ear. “Don’t forget who you’re fucking with.”

Leonid’s face contorts with effort as he strains against my grip, but he can’t budge an inch. He emits a low chuckle, his voice gruff and defiant.

“Is that so?” he taunts, his breath hot against my skin. “What makes you think I’m forgetting anything?”

With a sudden twist, Leonid flips me onto my back, pinning my wrists to the cushions above my head. The look in his eyes is feral, his body taut and ready to strike. “You’re right, I shouldn’t forget.” He bares his teeth in a predatory grin. “I shouldn’t forget that you’re nothing but a wildcat who needs to be tamed.”

His mouth slams down on mine, kissing me like he’s trying to devour me. I bite down on his lip, drawing blood and a sharp hiss from his throat. He releases my wrists, rearing back, a trail of blood staining his mouth. I bare my teeth, my eyes blazing.

“Bite me, will you?” Leonid snarls, swiping the blood from his lip. “You’re only digging yourself a deeper grave, krasotka. ”

Leonid’s eyes narrow, his body tense as he considers his next move. I extend my leg, using it as a barrier between us.

“First, tell me,” I demand, my voice a whipcrack in the silence. “Did you fuck Fiona ?”

The words leave my mouth before I can think, my jealousy and anger simmering over like boiling acid.

Fuck. Fuck. I’m here to ask him when he’s letting us go, not to have a pissing contest over some pretty blonde floozy .

I clench my teeth, willing myself to refocus.

Leonid stares at me like I’m Dave Chappelle, about to deliver the punchline of the century.

“ Fiona ?” The corner of his mouth twitches. “Are you asking me,” he’s practically vibrating with contained laughter, “if I fucked Fiona?”

He says her name like he just stepped in dog shit at the park. “Who told you about Fiona?”

I glare at him, the rage in my chest so hot it could melt steel. “No one told me about Fiona, Leonid,” I seethe, the words hissing between my teeth.

Leonid pins me down with all that muscle mass I pretend not to notice, his stupid gorgeous face hovering above mine.

And he’s… laughing? The bastard is actually laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I try to sound threatening, but it comes out breathier than I’d like.

“Maksim…” He’s still shaking with laughter, his face inches from mine. “He played you like a cheap violin. I’d rather cut off my own balls than put my cock anywhere near that woman.”

The relief hits me first, then embarrassment. Of course Maksim would pull this shit. That sneaky little rat probably orchestrated this whole thing just to—

“Wait.” Leonid’s eyes gleam with something dangerous. “Were you jealous ?”

“Please. Jealousy is only for real… couples. ” I tilt my chin up defiantly, but my breath catches as his lips find that spot just below my ear.

“Is that so?” he murmurs against my skin, and damn him, he knows exactly what he’s doing. His teeth graze my neck, and I hate how my body betrays me, arching into his touch.

“For real couples, huh?” His grip tightens on my wrists. “Then explain why the thought of me with another woman makes you want to tear something apart,” Leonid murmurs, rolling his hips against mine. I feel the hard, unmistakable proof of his arousal against my thigh, and my traitorous body responds yet again, my breathing turning ragged.

I try to find a retort, but my words turn to dust as he shifts again, this time thrusting against my core. “Tell me again,” he growls into my throat, his lips searing my skin, “how you don’t care who I fuck.”

“I don’t care,” I snarl back, but my words lack conviction, the power of his presence overwhelming my senses. “Fuck whoever you want. I don’t give a shit.”

But Leonid’s smirk deepens, and he shifts again, grinding harder against my core. “Oh, I will fuck who I want,” he murmurs, his lips grazing my neck. “And right now, that’s you.”

The pressure of his body, the heat of his breath—it’s too much and not enough. I’m going to kill him for making me feel this way. Right after I let him do whatever he wants to me.

Still pinning my hands to the sofa, Leonid’s fingers push my panties to the side, his skilled digits finding their mark. My clit pulses under his touch, sending a bolt of pleasure coursing through my veins.

“Fuck, krasotka ,” he grunts, “You’re a wet mess. You’re fucking aching for it. For my fingers, my cock.”

I bite down on my lip, my hips betray me, rocking against his hand like a bitch in heat.

I moan, my body arching toward him, wanting more, wanting it all.

“Tell me… krasotka. ” He is circling my swollen clit with his thumb. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I want… I need…” I stammer. “Please, fuck, make me cum.” Leonid plunges his fingers into me, rough and relentless, filling me to the brink. My pussy is drenched, a clear sign of how much I crave him.

“Yes… Oh God, yes.” My body is on fire, every nerve-ending sparking with pleasure as Leonid’s fingers pump in and out of me, his thumb still circling my clit. I can feel my release building, aching to break free.

“Fuck, yes!” I scream as Leonid’s hand rips off my nightgown, and my swollen breasts spill into view. He hungrily latches onto one nipple with his mouth, sucking, biting, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. His other hand relentlessly pumps in and out of me, his fingers finding every sweet spot inside me. And the sound… a wet, sticky symphony filling the room as our bodies collide and merge together. With his powerful legs, he spreads mine further apart.

“Fuuuuck!” I moan louder as he intensifies his assault on my body. “I want you to fuck me.”

He grunts in response and picks up the pace, driving me toward the edge with every thrust of his fingers. I can feel myself getting closer and closer until, finally, it’s too much, and I explode into a blinding climax.

But before I can even catch my breath, he murmurs into my ear, “We don’t have time.” In one swift move, Leonid flips me over and rips off my panties. I lean against the smooth leather sofa.

“What?” I manage to gasp out before he unzips his pants. “Time… for what?”

He ignores me and positions himself at my dripping entrance, and plunges deep inside of me. He grips my hair tightly with one hand while the other holds onto my hips, controlling every movement and thrust. Each powerful stroke brings me closer to the edge until I am completely lost in a haze of pleasure.

My mind is reeling with confusion and ecstasy as he takes full control of my body. He reaches down to pinch and tease one of my nipples while his other hand glides down to circle and flick at my swollen clit. I am so wet, so consumed by pleasure that I can’t even remember my own name.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I cry out, unable to contain myself any longer. But just before I can reach my peak, Leonid slaps my left cheek hard, adding a new layer of sensation that pushes me over the edge.

Leonid growls, his fingers digging into my flesh as he rides out my orgasm.

“Suka blyad’,” he mutters, spitting out a string of Russian that I’m too lost in ecstasy to understand.

The warmth of his release fills me, the force of it sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body. He drops his head against my shoulder, his breathing ragged and hot against my neck. I lie beneath him, spent and shaking, when his fingers wrap around my throat—not squeezing, just… claiming.

“You’re mine, krasotka. ” The words slither across my skin as he slowly pulls his cock out of me, making me feel every inch.

“You’re my captive, my prisoner.” His teeth graze my pulse point, and I feel his lips curve into that cruel smile I pretend not to crave. “You belong to me, Clara Caldwell.”