★★Mariella's POV★★



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"Can you let me go already?" I snap, hissing as a sharp sting flares through my wrists.

I lay there, utterly exposed and vulnerable, as his gaze roams over my naked body. A shiver runs down my spine as he tilts his head, amusement dancing in his dark eyes.

"Is my little princess thinking of running?" he taunts, his voice dripping with smug amusement. I swallow hard, my throat tightening as I blink rapidly, my mind racing to keep up with the heat rolling off him.

A pulse of fear mingled with something far more dangerous thrums through me as he hums, patiently—almost mockingly—waiting for my answer.

My lips part, the word catching in my throat before I finally manage to whisper, "No..." barely more than a breath.

His eyes narrow, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. For a moment, I brace myself, thinking I've pushed him too far. But then he exhales sharply, almost as if he's disappointed, and reaches for the belt around my wrists. The pressure eases as the restraints loosen, and the second I'm free, I draw my hands to my chest, rubbing at the raw skin, relishing the relief.

But before I can even catch my breath, he's there—looming in front of me, close enough that the heat radiating from his body sears into mine. His eyes, dark and demanding, pin me in place. Every muscle in his body is coiled tight, restraint evident in the sharp lines of his jaw, the twitch of his fingers at his sides.

"Now, be a good girl and take it off," he commands, his voice low, edged with something dangerous as he nods toward his black Calvin Klein boxers, his large erection string through his slacks.

A spark ignites in me—defiance, mischief, or maybe just pure recklessness. My fingers ghost over the waistband, my touch barely there, taunting him the way he did me. I see the shift in his posture, the way his chest rises with a controlled breath, the subtle tightening of his fists. His patience is razor-thin, fraying with every teasing second.

He hums, the sound vibrating in his chest, but his eyes flash with a warning. "Mariella." he grits out, his voice like a warning shot. "Stop. Fucking. Playing. Games."

The warning in his voice sends a shiver down my spine, but I'm beyond reason. I flash him a sly grin and slowly pull off his boxers, my eyes widening as his cock springs free.

Oh. My. Jesus

The sheer size of it takes my breath away. It's like nothing I've ever seen before – a majestic, pulsing monolith that seems to throb with a life of its own. I feel a jolt of trepidation mixed with awe as he chuckles, the sound sending a ripple of fear through me.

"There's no way that's fitting inside me," I whisper, my voice barely audible, laced with a mix of disbelief and something dangerously close to fear. My eyes stay locked on him, but my mind is racing, trying to comprehend how the hell that thing isn't going to kill me.

He crawls onto the bed as he pushes me futher into the bed, his movements fluid and predatory, then he says, "Don't worry, little princess. You'll manage." His words are laced with a devilish smirk, and I feel a bead of sweat trickle down my breast as he pushes my legs apart, his cock grazing my clit.

Dude wants me to managed that...?

The moment it touches me, my eyes go wide, and my lips part in desperation. I grab the silk sheets for support, my knuckles white as I close my eyes, ready to accept my fate. But then, he whispers, "Princess, I need to see your eyes as I spread you so wide."

I open my eyes, heart pounding in my chest, the sound of my breath echoing in the quiet.

I whisper his name, barely audible, "Leon." My voice trembles with fear, but before I can retreat into myself, his hand brushes my cheek—warm, steady. The touch grounds me. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, his gaze intense as it locks onto mine.

"Mariella," he murmurs, the depth in his voice somehow soothing, "I will never hurt you. Not ever. You have my word, baby." His words are a promise, unwavering, the kind I didn't realize I needed until now.

I nod slowly, my gaze trapped by his, as he rips open a condom packet with his teeth. The sound is like a countdown to my surrender. He slides it onto his cock, his eyes never leaving mine, as I stare down at the monolith that's about to claim me.

"I'll take my time, slow and gentle, just for you," he murmurs, his voice dark and rough, like a promise only meant for me. The words hang in the air, heavy with intent, as his gaze softens, his presence all-consuming. I nod, my lips parting as he tip-touches my clit once more. A moan escapes my lips, and I feel my body surrender to his touch, my heart pounding in anticipation of what's to come.

I can't hold back the sharp gasp that escapes my lips as he sinks into me, inch by inch, stretching me open in a way that feels almost too much—too intense, too overwhelming, too good. My fingers claw at his back, nails digging into his skin, and he hisses at the sting before groaning deep in his throat. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breath warm and uneven as he pushes in deeper, filling me, claiming me.

"Shit," I whimper, my body trembling beneath him. The burn of pain melts into something else—something electric, consuming. My walls clench around him, my body fighting to take him all in, and he groans, his grip on my hips tightening.

"You are the only addiction I'll never try to break," he murmurs against my skin, his voice low, rough with need. "You're in my blood, my bones, my soul—you're mine, and I'm yours." He punctuates his words with another slow, deliberate thrust, making me cry out as pleasure floods through me, drowning out everything else.

And for the first time in my life, I let myself feel it.

That terrifying, raw feeling of being wanted.

Of being cared for. Of being his.

Leon isn't just touching my body—he's breaking past every wall I've ever built, slipping into the places I've kept hidden from the world.

And the scariest part?

I don't think I want to stop him.

I can't hold back the strangled moan that escapes my lips as Leon finds his rhythm, his thrusts slow but deep, each one sending a shudder through my body. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer, needing more—more of his heat, more of the way he stretches me, owns me.

"Fuck, Mariella," he groans against my neck, his voice thick with restraint, like he's barely holding himself together. His hands grip my hips with bruising possession, anchoring me beneath him as he moves, his pace growing steadier, more deliberate.

The pain has fully melted into something else now—something hot and dizzying, something that sends sparks dancing up my spine every time he fills me to the hilt. I meet his thrusts, rolling my hips up to match him, and the sharp pleasure that follows makes me gasp.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss against my jaw. "Take me just like that."

I bite my lip, trying to stifle the desperate sounds slipping from my throat, but he catches my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look at him. His eyes are dark, hooded with desire, but there's something else there too—something possessive, something dangerous.

"Don't hold back," he growls, his thrusts becoming rougher, deeper, making me whimper. "I wanna hear you."

A broken moan rips from my throat as he slams into me, and I swear I feel myself unraveling beneath him. My hands claw at his back, my body arching to meet him as he fucks me in a rhythm that feels maddeningly perfect—hard enough to make me gasp, slow enough to make me crave every single second of it.

I don't know if it's the way he's moving inside me or the way he's looking at me, like I belong to him, like there's no one else in the world but us—but I feel like I'm losing myself in him, completely.

"Leon," I gasp, my voice barely a whisper, my nails dragging down his back as pleasure coils hot and tight in my stomach.

He groans, his lips brushing against my ear as he thrusts deeper. "I know, baby. I feel it too."

I push against his chest, my hands splayed over the hard planes of muscle, making him fall back against the mattress. His eyes flash with something dark and dangerous—something I match with my own. I straddle him, taking control, feeling the way he twitches beneath me, his jaw clenching as I sink down slowly, deliberately.

Have the tables have turn.

His hands fly to my hips, gripping tight, like he needs something to ground himself. "Putain (Fuck), Mariella," he groans again, his head tipping back against the pillows.

I smirk, rolling my hips, setting the pace, taking exactly what I want. "You talk a big game, Laurent," I purr, dragging my nails down his chest, relishing the way his abs tense beneath my touch. "But you're the one losing control now."

His fingers flex against my skin, his eyes snapping back to mine, wild and possessive. "You have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs, his voice rough, strained. Then, without warning, he grips my thighs and thrusts up into me, making me cry out.

I slap a hand against his chest, glaring down at him. "Bastardo, (bastard)" I breathe, but there's no real bite to it.

Leon just smirks, dragging his hands up my body, fingers trailing over my curves like he owns every inch of me. "Tu l'aimes (You love it.)"

I hate that he's right.

I lean down, our lips crashing together in a mess of heat and hunger, our bodies moving in sync, lost in each other.

It's reckless. It's consuming.

I set the pace, faster, harder, chasing that intoxicating pleasure coiling deep in my core. My hands splay against Leon's chest, nails digging into his skin as I ride him, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. Every movement sends shivers of electricity down my spine, heat flooding through me, my body tightening around him.

Leon grips my hips like a man possessed, guiding me, meeting my movements with deep, hungry thrusts. His jaw is clenched, his brows furrowed in concentration, but his eyes never leave mine—burning, dark, like he's memorizing every expression, every sound that spills from my lips.

"Fucking hell, Mariella," he groans, voice rough, desperate. "Look at you, baby," His hands trail up my waist, sliding to my breasts, kneading, teasing, making me arch against him.

The pleasure is unbearable, searing, twisting into something uncontrollable. I throw my head back, moving faster, grinding against him, needing more, needing everything. "Leon," I gasp, voice breaking.

He sits up suddenly, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me flush against him. His lips find my neck, biting, sucking, marking me as his. "I've got you, princess," he murmurs against my skin, his voice like gravel, his hands gripping my ass as he thrusts up into me, hitting that spot that makes me cry out.

I can't hold on anymore.

My body tenses, fire spreading from my core to every nerve ending, until I snap, pleasure slamming into me like a tidal wave. My moans break into a sob as I come undone around him, my nails raking down his back.

Leon follows right after, cursing under his breath, his body shuddering against mine as he spills into me, his grip on me tightening like he never wants to let go. His breath is hot against my skin, his arms locked around me, holding me close as we ride out the last waves of pleasure together.

I feel weightless, boneless, completely wrecked in the best possible way. My forehead rests against his, our breaths mingling, our bodies still tangled.

His lips ghost over mine, his voice barely above a whisper. "Le mien. (Mine)."

A shiver runs through me. I don't argue. I don't push him away.

Because maybe, just maybe, I want to be.

As our breathing slows, Leon shifts, pulling me against his chest, his arms locked around me like he's afraid I'll slip away. His heart pounds beneath my ear, steady and strong, grounding me in this moment.

My fingers lazily brush through his dark hair, feeling the damp strands between my fingertips. He hums in satisfaction, his body warm beneath mine, solid, safe.

I tilt my head up, my eyes meeting his, and for once, there's no need for sharp words or cocky remarks.

Just us. Just this.

I trace slow circles on his skin, my voice soft but sure. "You say I'm in your blood, your bones, your soul..." I pause, letting my fingers trail down the side of his face. "But you? You're the first thing that's ever felt real. Like... if I lost you, I'd lose a part of myself I didn't even know I had."

Leon's eyes darken, something unreadable flickering in them, and for the first time, he doesn't have a quick retort. He just stares at me, like he's trying to carve this moment into his memory.

His grip tightens ever so slightly around me, his lips pressing to my forehead.

"You're not losing me, Mariella," he murmurs. "Not now. Not ever."

I close my eyes, sinking deeper against him, my fingers still carding through his hair.

For once, I let myself believe him.

Leon's fingers trail lazily along my lower back, his touch light but possessive, like he's memorizing every inch of me. His other hand plays with my hair, twisting the strands between his fingers as he exhales deeply.

For a while, we just lay there, wrapped up in each other, letting the quiet settle around us. It's the kind of silence that feels safe, not awkward—like neither of us needs to fill it with words to make it real.

Then, his voice, soft and low, breaks through the hush. "You really don't know, do you?"

I blink up at him, my fingers still tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "Know what?"

"How deep I'm in this. How deep I'm in you." He tilts his head, watching me like I'm some mystery he's still trying to solve. His thumb brushes over my lower back in slow, soothing circles. "I don't think you even realize the way you've wrapped yourself around my soul, Mariella. I don't think you ever meant to—but you did."

Something warm flutters in my chest, something that makes me feel light and terrified at the same time. "You make it sound like I've bewitched you or something."

He smirks, his fingers combing through my hair again. "Maybe you have. Maybe you've ruined me." His voice drops lower, his lips ghosting over my temple. "And maybe I don't care."

I shift, my chin resting against his chest so I can look at him properly. "That's a dangerous thing to say."

Leon just chuckles, shaking his head. "Loving you is dangerous. But it's not the kind of danger I want to run from." His hand drifts up my spine, sending a shiver through me. "You feel it too, don't you? Like no matter what happens, we'll always find our way back to this?"

I swallow hard, my heart pounding, because yeah—I do. I feel it like a current pulling me under, like no matter how hard I try to fight it, I'll always end up in his arms.

Instead of answering, I press my palm flat against his chest, right over his heart. "You're the first person who's ever made me feel safe," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

Leon's gaze softens, and his arms tighten around me. "Then I guess I'm doing something right."

I let out a breathless laugh, shaking my head. "You're impossible."

He smirks, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head. "And you're stuck with me, princess."

I don't argue. Because for the first time in my life, being stuck doesn't sound so bad.

Wait- hold the fuck up...

As Leon holds me close, the soft weight of his words lingers in the air, and my mind tries to catch up with the shift in the conversation. I pull back slightly, staring at him in disbelief. "Wait... did you just say... you love me?"

Did he?

His eyes never leave mine, his face still relaxed, like he's not even fazed by what he said. "Yeah. I love you," he repeats, a touch of amusement in his voice, as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

I blink at him, completely thrown off by his casual response. My heart races, and I feel heat creeping up my neck, coloring my cheeks. "You—what?" My words stumble out, trying to process it all, but it's almost too much to wrap my head around.

Leon gives me a look, that smug grin on his face, as he lazily brushes a strand of hair from my face. "Yeah, I love you. What, you didn't think I was gonna say it?"

I stare at him, my mind still trying to catch up, and I can't help but laugh softly, trying to mask the rush of emotions that come flooding in. "I... I don't know. I wasn't expecting you to just drop it like that."

His hands move to my waist, pulling me closer to him with ease, his grip firm but gentle. "Well, get used to it, princess," he says, a little more serious now, but still with that underlying teasing edge. "I'm not exactly the type to say it and not mean it."

I'm still trying to process it all, feeling completely off balance in the best way possible. His eyes soften as he tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. "And I mean it. You're mine, Mariella De Angelis. Always have been."

I look down at him, feeling my cheeks burn with warmth, but I don't pull away. Instead, I lean in, brushing my hair back with a soft sigh. "You're insane," I say, my voice a mix of disbelief and something softer, almost affectionate.

Leon's eyes gleam with a mix of affection and possessiveness as he pulls me even closer, his hands sliding to the small of my back. "Maybe. But I'm not letting anyone else have you, not ever."

His tone shifts, more intense, his grip tightening just slightly, as if reminding me of the weight behind his words.

"I'm going to make you fall in love with every single fucked-up part of me," he adds quietly, his voice a low growl. "I want you to see me at my most depraved, to experience the true darkness that resides in my soul. All of it. You'll feel it, Mariella, because there's no turning back from this."

I freeze, my breath catching, as the weight of his words sinks in. His hand brushes against my back, almost tenderly, but there's something darker in his eyes, a promise wrapped in a threat. He's not hiding any part of himself—no masks, no pretenses.

This is the real Leon.

I can feel it, how deep his desire goes, how much of himself he's willing to share—and it both terrifies and excites me. "I don't need saving," I manage to say, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside. "I never did."

His smile is slow, predatory. "I'm not here to save you, princess. I'm here to show you everything you could ever want—and everything you never knew you craved."

Ah shit, he's just too fucking perfect.

He pulls the silky cover over us, his arms wrapping around me as he tugs me close. I rest my head on his chest, my fingers tracing the intricate designs of his tattoos, each stroke soothing and grounding me. There's a comfortable silence between us, and I feel a sense of peace that I've never known before.

I let out a soft giggle, the sound of it light and carefree. Leon glances down at me, eyebrows raised. "What's so funny?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity.

I smile up at him, feeling a warmth in my chest that has nothing to do with the heat of the room. "I'm just... genuinely happy. It's been so long since I've felt this way. I just want to stay like this... in your arms, forever."

Leon hums softly, brushing his fingers through my hair, the movement tender and loving. He kisses my head, his lips lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. "Likewise, baby," he murmurs, voice thick with affection. "Now, shhh... go to sleep."

But then he adds with a playful glint in his eyes, "Or... do you want to go for round three?"

I laugh, my chest vibrating with the sound, shaking my head. "I think I'm physically incapable of going for round three," I say, teasing him. "My body might actually explode if we go any longer."

Leon laughs softly, a deep rumble in his chest, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Oh, I think you're capable," he says, his voice husky and playful. "But we can take it slow. After all, you need your rest, don't you?"

I smile, content in his arms, and let my eyes flutter closed. "Fine, round three will have to wait," I mutter, my voice heavy with exhaustion, but still playful. "Maybe tomorrow."

Leon chuckles softly, his arms tightening around me as I snuggle deeper into his embrace. "Tomorrow, then," he murmurs, pressing a final kiss to my head, his voice laced with playful anticipation. "Can't wait for tomorrow," he adds, a mischievous grin curling on his lips as we both drift into a peaceful sleep.

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AHHH GUYS!!

HE LOVES HERRRR YIPPIE

but mariella hasn't said...ohh??

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