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Heat pools in my core. “She wants a show with the bad boy so she can dig it out of her spank bank when she’s listening to her husband fuck the nanny in the next room. It’s our duty,” I tell him.

Anne-Marie scoffs, but it only spurs me on.

I know the exact moment I push Leo past his breaking point: I pass my thumb over his slit, gathering up his precum and using it as lube to increase my movements. With a grunt, he spins us around, heaves me in the air, hikes up my dress, and yanks my panties to the side. “I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of this.” His fingers prod my entrance, and his eyes flash. “So fucking wet. Does this turn you on, Eden?”

His use of my real name startles me for a minute until he rubs my clit. In the next moment, his cock presses against my entrance. I wonder if this is some sort of game of chicken we’re playing and we’re both upping the ante, wondering when the other is going to put a stop to this.

With one hard thrust, he enters me.

I suck in a breath, staring into his eyes. He did it. He went there.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He moves inside me, and I lose all rational thought. I can feel every inch of him and his added piercing. This man has pushed me past my limits. He’s taken me to new heights, and this is just another stop on his train.

I throw my head back, a groan escaping before I can stop it. “Holy shit.”

He grins before slamming into me again, setting a fiery pace that sends nothing but raw pleasure coursing through me. I move with him, eking every last ounce of enjoyment I can from this.

Anne-Marie says something in the background, but all I see is him. All I feel is him.

It’s a quick, hard fuck filled with his expletives and moans that get caught in my throat over and over again. My heels dig into his ass as he pistons his hips into me repeatedly.

I scream out in pleasure and relief when I come, and Leo follows, his cock spasming, filling me. He slams his fist against the bookshelf behind me as he groans. “Fuck me,” he pants and gives me one last stroke before shuddering.

I’m in a different state of consciousness afterward—in the moment yet separate at the same time. He pulls out of me, and his cum leaks down my leg. I track it as he sets me on my feet. Squeezing my shoulders, he tells me he’s going to deal with Anne-Marie and mutters something that sounds suspiciously like cameras.

I don’t move as he dresses, his cum at my knee now while he shrugs his suit coat on. He picks up the key behind me, giving me one last look and telling me to stay where I am before he unlocks Anne-Marie’s handcuffs.

All I see is his sprawling back, and then him jerking her toward the door.

When it shuts with them on the other side of it, I take my first real breath. My core is satisfied, heat still echoing from it. If ever there was a definition of fucking, that was it. It wasn’t sex. It certainly wasn’t making love. It was a hard and fast fuck, and I was there for it.

What I hate is the cheap feeling afterward. The way he’s just left me. The way I feel so fucking out of control with him.

I wrestle to get my heartbeat to even out and then scour the room for something to clean myself up with. A box of tissues sits on the desk, so I grab a few to get rid of the evidence before throwing the tissues in the nearby waste basket afterward. I briefly think about setting them on fire, but I don’t have any way to do that, so instead, I move my panties back into place, put on my shoes, and leave.

The more I think about it, the madder I get. I’m not Leo’s bitch to be ordered around.

I know I started it. I get that. But once again, Leo was the one calling the shots, and I hate it.

31

Eden

Idon’t know where Leo and Anne-Marie went or how he’s going to keep her quiet, but that’s not my concern right now. While he’s preoccupied, I seek out Vincent Jarvis.

Feeling in over my head is an understatement at the moment, but I’m going to stay the course. Nothing is as bad as my sister dying and what I went through during my last Trial.

How dare Franklin Jarvis have someone follow me? I’m not the problem, he is. And Leo just went and did his duty. He can say all the pretty words he wants to me but I still don’t trust him. He does what he wants, when he wants, and without thinking of the consequences.

Luckily, I spot Vincent coming out of the kitchen. He has a sour look on his face. “There you are,” I say, putting on my best smile. “I was wondering if I could talk to you?”

He raises his brows, peering around. “Of course.”

“Somewhere private?” I mention, and he nods once, leading the way back down the hall I just came from. Thankfully, he takes me to a rather large sitting room that looks as if no one ever spends any time in it.

He shuts the door behind us. “Is this to your liking?”

Butterflies erupt in my stomach, Leo’s warnings buzzing in my head, but I shoo them away and focus on the part of me that hates Leo Jarvis. “This is perfect. Listen, I know it’s your big day, so I don’t want to take up too much of your time, but I have a…well, something to discuss with you.”

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