★★Mariella's POV★★



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I tighten my legs around Leon, pulling him closer until there's barely an inch between us. Then I feel it—something thick and hard pressing against my clit through the layers of fabric between us. Oh, shit.

I shouldn't. But there's no going back.

Leon's gaze drops to my lips, and he drags his tongue slowly over his bottom lip, humming in approval as his hands roam up my dress. His fingers are rough, calloused, yet painfully deliberate as they skim over my stomach, trailing up until they cup my breasts. He gives them a firm squeeze, and a sharp moan escapes me before I can stop it.

His smirk is downright sinful. "Sensitive, aren't we?" he murmurs, voice thick with amusement.

I don't answer—not verbally, at least. Instead, my hands move on their own, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. I need this off now. I work my way down, unfastening each one with calculated precision, my breath hitching as inch by inch, his body is revealed to me.

Toned abs, broad chest—every inch of him sculpted to perfection. His entire torso is a canvas of ink, detailed in snakes, thrones, angels, and words in French etched across his abdomen. I take my time studying him, running my fingertips lightly down his stomach, tracing every ridge, every detail—until I catch the way his muscles tense under my touch.

Leon tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His pupils are blown wide, dark with intent. "Take it off," he orders, voice rough, commanding.

I bite back a grin, dragging my nails down his abs, slow, teasing, watching his jaw flex. He groans low in his throat, licking his teeth in frustration.

When my hands reach his belt, I look up at him, lips parting as I whisper, "Make me."

His nostrils flare. The air between us shifts in an instant.

Before I can process what's happening, I yelp as my world turns upside down—Leon hoisting me effortlessly over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. His grip is firm, one arm wrapped around my thighs, his palm coming down hard against my ass. The sharp smack sends a delicious jolt through me, and I curse under my breath.

"Put me down!" I squirm, kicking my legs, but it only earns me another slap—harder this time. A strangled moan leaves me before I can swallow it down.

He chuckles darkly, his voice dripping with amusement. "Be careful, Princess. You might start enjoying yourself."

Heat pools in my stomach, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction. "Bastardo (Bastard)."

Leon just hums, carrying me through the penthouse with unwavering purpose. The moment we reach my room, he kicks the door shut behind him and throws me onto the bed.

I land with a huff, hair falling in front of my face. I push it back, glaring up at him, but all I see is hunger in his eyes. Pure, unfiltered hunger.

Slowly, deliberately, he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt, rolling them up his forearms—his tattoos flexing over the muscles beneath. Then, with one smooth motion, he shrugs the fabric off entirely, revealing the full extent of his broad, toned body.

I swallow. Hard.

He looks like a man who's about to ruin me. And God help me—I want him to.

Leon's voice drops, low and unrecognizable—a deep, guttural command that sends a shiver down my spine.

"Take. It. Off."

There's irritation in his tone, an edge that makes my breath hitch. I stare at him, then at my dress, my fingers twitching at my sides. When he steps closer, my instinct kicks in—I lift my foot, pressing it against his chest to stop him in his tracks.

He freezes, looking down at the barrier I've created, then back at me. His lips curl into a scoff. "You just don't like to listen, huh?"

Before I can react, his hand moves—grabbing my ankle, stroking the sensitive skin gently, lulling me into a false sense of control.

Then—he yanks my legs apart and slams them down onto the bed.

I barely have time to gasp before his fingers tangle into my hair, jerking me forward, forcing me to kneel in front of him. The raw strength behind his movements makes my pulse skyrocket, my body trembling with anticipation and something dangerously close to fear.

Then—rip.

The sound of tearing fabric echoes through the room.

My expensive dress is in shreds, tossed to the floor like it was nothing.

I inhale sharply, heat rushing through me as I meet his gaze. He's staring—devouring every inch of my exposed body, his eyes darkening as they rake over my black lace panties and thigh-high stockings. His tongue darts out, swiping across his bottom lip as his grin widens.

Then, he exhales, rubbing his jaw like he's speechless.

"Tu es absolument magnifique (You're absolutely gorgeous)," he growls, voice thick with hunger.

His gaze flicks back up to mine, locking me in place, making my stomach flip. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this, Mariella."

My heart pounds as he reaches for his belt, unbuckling it with slow, deliberate movements, letting the tension drag. The air in the room feels suffocating, anticipation thrumming between us like a live wire.

Then—he smirks, dark and predatory.

"I hope you don't have plans tomorrow," he murmurs, slipping the belt from its loops, the soft leather hissing. "Or this week."

My breath hitches.

"Because I'm going to fuck you so rough, you'll be screaming my name for days."

He lets the belt fall to the floor, his fingers moving to his waistband.

I swallow hard, my chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

There's no way he's serious. No way I'll actually die from this.

...Right?

My palms sweat. My legs feel weak. My mind screams at me to run.

But I don't move.

I can't.

And the way Leon looks at me—the pure, unrestrained hunger in his eyes—tells me he wouldn't let me, even if I tried.

Sike, bitch. I'm out.

I bolt.

The sheets tangle around my feet, nearly sending me face-first onto the floor, but I push forward. The door is right there. Freedom—so close I can taste it.

I don't even make it halfway.

Leon moves faster than I can react, his strong arms sweeping me up effortlessly. My feet dangle, my body twists, and I groan, squirming in his grip.

"P-please," I stammer, trying to come up with anything to save myself. "I was joking. I wasn't actually going to leave. I think I left the oven on."

He scoffs.

Then, without warning, he slams me back onto the bed.

Hard.

The impact knocks the air from my lungs, my hair fanning around me as I try to scramble back up—but he's already on me. His weight presses down, his legs straddling my waist, caging me in. I thrash, but his hands are quicker—grabbing my wrists, pinning them together with an iron grip.

My breath hitches as I see the belt in his hand.

Oh, hell no.

"Leon—"

The leather slides around my wrists, smooth but firm, as he pulls it tight, binding me to the pillar of the bed.

"You just love to run, don't you, princess?" His voice is laced with amusement, dark and taunting.

I yank at the restraint, but it only tightens, securing me in place.

Leon leans in, his breath warm against my cheek as he strokes his fingers down my jaw, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. His touch is deceptively gentle, but the way he watches me—the way his stormy gaze locks onto mine—makes my heart hammer against my ribs.

"I-I'm scared," I admit breathlessly, swallowing hard.

That wicked smile of his deepens. "There's nothing to be scared of, princess," he murmurs, dragging his fingers down, tracing the curve of my throat, my collarbone, lower. "I won't hurt you."

His fingers pause just above my bra, teasing the fabric.

Then his grip shifts, firm and commanding.

His tone drops lower.

"But I will ruin you."

And with a swift flick, he unclips my bra.

My breast rises and falls, my breath unsteady as the cool air brushes against my harden nipples. Heat creeps up my neck, a scandalous thrill coursing through me under his hungry stare.

Leon smirks. Slow. Calculated. Like he's savoring the moment—savoring me.

His fingers trail lightly around my nipple, not quite touching, just enough to tease. My body betrays me, my skin tightening under his featherlight touch. A shiver runs down my spine, pooling heat deep in my stomach. I bite my lip, trying to suppress the sound threatening to escape, but it slips out—a quiet, breathless moan.

"Just a single touch, and you're already trembling for me?" His voice is thick with amusement, dark and low, his words brushing against my skin like a promise.

I open my mouth to retort, but then he leans in, his tongue darting out. A gasp catches in my throat as the warm, wet heat of his mouth meets my nipple. The sensation shoots straight through me, my back arching against the restraint.

Leon groans, a deep, satisfied sound vibrating against my nipple. His lips close around me, sucking—rough, demanding.

I let out a sharp moan, my body straining against the belt.

"F-fuck," I breathe out, overwhelmed.

His teeth graze over my nipple, a teasing nip, and I jolt, a yelp spilling from my lips.

Leon doesn't loosen his hold.

He pins me down harder, his hands gripping my wrists above my head, his voice a low, commanding growl.

"Mariella. Stay still."

My breath hitches. The weight of his words, the dominance in his tone, sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through me.

I groan, squirming against him, and he tenses, tilting his head as he watches me—waiting. Expecting.

"Do you hear me?" he asks, his voice sharper now, a warning.

I hesitate, biting down on my lip, meeting his gaze with something between defiance and surrender.

Leon exhales sharply, his patience thinning. Then, without warning, his teeth close in again—just enough to make me gasp, pleasure laced with a delicious edge of frustration straighten towards my clit.

"I'm not repeating myself."

A whimper slips out before I can stop it.

Finally, I exhale, my voice barely above a whisper. "Y-yes... I heard you loud and fucking clear."

His smirk returns, slow and wicked, and I know—I just walked straight into his trap.

As he inches closer to my legs, his warm breath dancing across my skin, I can feel the heat emanating from his body, making my own temperature rise. His lips graze my stomach, sending shivers down my spine, and I moan, my face flushing with desire. Sweat trickles down my neck, a testament to the intense arousal he's stirring within me.

His kisses trail down to my pelvic bone, and I moan louder, my body arching towards him, craving more. He's so close to my pussy, I can feel his hot breath whispering against my skin, making my clit throb with anticipation. My body is screaming for him, my pussy pulsing his name like a mantra.

"I love the way your body reacts to me," he says, his voice low and husky, as he licks my inner thigh.

"All this is mine," he claims, his words sending a shiver down my spine. I breathe out a moan, my body trembling with need.

His finger teases my waistband, tracing the edge of my underwear, making me squirm with anticipation.

I feel a jolt of electricity as his finger brushes against my skin, and I moan his name, "Fuck, Leon."

He chuckles, his eyes gleaming with amusement, as he looks at me through his soft, fallen hair.

"Princess, do you crave my mouth on you?" His voice is low, teasing, dripping with dominance. The way he watches me, like he's waiting to devour me whole, sends a violent shiver down my spine.

I bite my lip, trying to suppress a moan, but he isn't having it.

"Use your words, Mariella," he demands, his tone dark and commanding.

My breath trembles as I finally manage to whisper, "Yes... I need you."

He smirks, his lips curving in satisfaction as he presses a soft, lingering kiss on my inner thigh, making my body arch toward him in desperation. His fingers hook into my waistband, teasingly snapping it against my skin before dragging my underwear down at an agonizing pace.

"Let's see just how desperate this sweet pussy is for me," he murmurs, voice thick with hunger.

With one smooth motion, he slips them off, then holds the soaked fabric between his fingers, his eyes darkening as he takes in the evidence of my need.

"Putain (fuck), Mariella," he groans, his voice laced with sinful delight. A devilish smirk tugs at his lips as he flicks his gaze back to mine.

"You're absolutely dripping, baby. All this for me?"

He pauses, his eyes glinting with warning, as he says, "Unfortunately, I need you to be a little quiet, since we do have company."

He crawls up my body, his movements fluid and predatory, and says, "Open wide, baby."

I look at him, confused, about to ask "W-what," but before I can, he stuffs my own drenched underwear into my mouth, muffling my yell.

I try to kick him, but he dodges it with ease, his movements lightning-fast, and grips my leg, slamming it down. My wrist grows raw from the rough movement, but I'm beyond caring.

He warns, "Mariella," his voice low and menacing, and I smile through my underwear, defiance sparking within me.

He scoffs, annoyed, and goes back to my legs, his fingers tracing my knees.

"Open your legs," he demands, his voice firm, but I hum in annoyance, refusing to comply.

He says, "Open," his voice rising, and I feel a shiver run down my spine as he grips my legs and pries them open wide, revealing my wet cunt to him.

My arousal drips down my ass, and he smiles proudly, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

Fucking shit, Mari.

As he dives in before I can even process, his tongue swirls around my clit, a warm, wet whirlwind that sends shivers coursing through my body. The sensation is almost overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that crashes over me, leaving me gasping for air. His tongue darts in and out, a rapid, rhythmic motion that has me squirming, trying to arch my hips closer to his mouth.

He sucks my clit, his lips closing around it like a gentle vice, and I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body. His tongue laps at me, a cool, soothing balm that calms the fire he's ignited, only to stir it up again with a gentle flick. The movement is mesmerizing, a slow, sensual dance that has me entranced.

As he licks me, his tongue makes a soft, slurping sound, like he's savoring the taste of me. The noise is intimate, almost obscene, and it sends a shiver down my spine. I feel a flush rise to my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and desire, as I realize that I'm completely at his mercy, unable to do anything but lie here and take it.

His tongue probes deeper, curling around my bud, and I feel a spark of pleasure ignite within me. The sensation is like a key turning in a lock, releasing a floodgate of desire that threatens to overwhelm me. I try to push my hips up, to meet his tongue, but he holds me firm, his hands gripping my hips like a vice.

As he laps at me, his tongue makes a soft, whooshing sound, like a wave washing over the shore. The noise is soothing, calming, and it seems to match the rhythm of my heartbeat, which is pounding in my chest like a drum. I feel my breathing slow, my body relaxing into the sensation, as I let him take control.

His tongue darts in and out, a rapid, insistent motion that has me gasping, trying to catch my breath. The sensation is like a rollercoaster, a wild, twisting ride that has me screaming, but in a good way. I feel like I'm falling, plummeting down a deep, dark well, but instead of hitting the bottom, I'm caught by a soft, fluffy cloud that cushions my fall.

As he sucks my pussy, his tongue makes a soft, gulping sound, like he's drinking from a cup.The noise is intimate, almost obscene, and it sends a shiver down my spine. I feel a flush rise to my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and desire, as I realize that I'm completely at his mercy, unable to do anything but lie here and take it.

As he draws his tongue out, I'm left breathless, my chest heaving with anticipation. I'm trying to collect myself, but I can feel the tension building inside me, threatening to unleash a torrent of pleasure.

He holds my breast for support, his fingers gently grasping my nipple, and I groan in annoyance, feeling like I'm on the verge of coming apart at the seams.

I can't hold it in, fuck.

He looks at me through his eyelashes, his hooded eyes gleaming with desire, and says "Patient, sweetheart" in a teasing tone.

I don't have fucking patient.

I feel a shiver run down my spine as he glances over at the coffee table next to me, his eyes narrowing as he focuses on something. I follow his gaze, trying to see what's caught his attention, and that's when I see it - a red cherry lollipop that I had placed there earlier today.

Shit Shit Shit....

Before I can even process what's happening, he gets up and grabs the lollipop, his movements swift and deliberate. He comes back to me, a mischievous glint in his eye, and spins the lollipop, the red candy swirling around the stick. "Cherry flavor," he says, his voice low and husky. "Let's see what it would taste like with your juices, princess."

Hes joking...right? right.

I feel a jolt of surprise as he rips the paper off the lollipop, his eyes never leaving mine. "Wait, what?" I try to say, but my voice is muffled.

He smirks, his tongue darting out to lick the lollipop, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. He pops the lollipop out of his mouth, and then settles back into his spot between my legs, lifting my legs over his shoulder.

My back lifts off the bed, and I feel a surge of excitement mixed with a little bit of fear.

What is he going to do?

He brings the lollipop to his mouth, and spits on it, his saliva covering the candy. I feel a moan building in my throat as he smirks, and then sticks the lollipop inside me.

The sensation is like nothing I've ever felt before. The cool, smooth candy is a stark contrast to the warmth of his tongue, and I feel myself moaning loudly as he twirls the lollipop inside me.

My eyes roll back, and my back arches forward, my body trembling with pleasure.

"Good girl, baby," he says, his voice low and encouraging, as he slips the lollipop out and then back in again, softly stroking me with the candy. I feel like I'm going to come apart at the seams, my body straining towards the climax.

He says "Come for me, baby" as he looks at me, his eyes locked on mine, and strokes and twirls the lollipop, hitting the sweet spot.

I moan and groan, my body trembling as I reach my climax. My legs clamp around his shoulder, and my juices squirt out, the lollipop still inside me.

He says "Beautiful" softly, as he takes the lollipop out my juices slipping out my cunt and streaming down my ass, the candy making a squirting sound as it slips out of my pussy.

I look at him, breathless, as he licks the lollipop, savoring every drop of my come on it.

"Divine, baby," he says, his voice full of satisfaction. "Wanna try?"

He slips the lollipop back in, twirling it, and I feel my eyes roll back in my head. He slips it out, and then crawls on top of me, his fingers tugging my panties out of my mouth.

"Taste how good you are," he says, his voice low and husky, as he slips the lollipop into my mouth.

I feel my tongue swarm the lollipop, tasting the cherry flavor and my own juices. He watches me, his eyes locked on mine, as I savor the taste of my own pleasure. It's a surreal moment, one that's both exhilarating and terrifying.

I feel like I'm losing myself in the sensation, like I'm drowning in a sea of pleasure.

And yet, I wouldn't have it any other way.

I'm trapped in this moment, caught in the web of his desire, and I'm loving every minute of it. The lollipop is a symbol of his power, a reminder of the control he has over my body, and I'm willing to surrender to him, to let him take me on this wild ride of pleasure and desire.

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WELLL...

TO THE NEXT CHAPTER!

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Maddie♡