Page 114 of Running Winter

"No, you need to understand something," I interrupted in a low voice. "I don't care what you are or where you're from. If I want you, I want you. The rest of it can go to shit. But you think you're not good enough for me. Don't you?"

His eyes met mine then, and I knew I was right.

"I'm just better at being a brute. I can't help you run an empire." Leigh shrugged, his fingertips touching mine.

"I'm not asking you to marry me, shit!" I snapped. "But fuck it, you know best. Maybe I’ll call Jared and see if he would like to come over and fill your position. Then you can be the fucking gardener or something."

I turned away when he grabbed me, spinning me around, so I was flush against him. I shoved him hard in the chest, and he lost his footing, falling backward into the pool.

He took me with him, and the two of us were coughing and spluttering as we resurfaced.

"You insist on bringing out the worst in me, Raven Deacon," Leigh growled, pressing himself against me.

I squirmed against him angrily, and he shook his head.

"Is this what you want?"

His shirt clung to his muscles, and I couldn’t help but drink him in hungrily.

"Yes."

In seconds my bikini bottoms were shoved aside, my legs up around his waist. He wasted no time lifting me onto him, impaling me with his giant dick.

I inhaled sharply, my eyes meeting his which were burning with raw desire.

"There you go, doll, take it," Leigh ordered, tearing away my bikini top, dragging my nipple into his mouth.

Finally, he allowed me to take control, moving up and down against him as I moaned loudly.

"You wanna be fucked?"

His mouth was on mine again, and I couldn't get enough.

"You better not regret this," I hissed as he bit my neck softly.

"I already do."

I gasped as he smirked, his finger reaching down to stroke my clit.

"Oh my God," I moaned as he stopped suddenly.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded as Leigh stared behind me.

"Raven, get dressed now. Right now."

Leigh moved instantly, leaving me naked in the pool. He climbed out, soaking wet and heading straight into my house.

I climbed out after him, heading for the kitchen to drag my robe around me.

Reaching under the table, my fingers met with the smooth metal of my second favorite toy as I dragged it out.

It's loaded; always loaded.

I waited as I listened to Leigh's heavy footsteps on the floor above me. I listened for any foreign sounds, but there were none. I was still in the same position when Leigh jogged back towards me, tugging me into his arms.

"Someone was here, Raven," he growled, reaching for his phone. "While we were fucking in the pool, someone was in your house. You need to see upstairs."

I swallowed, preparing myself for what awaited me upstairs.

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