Page 85 of Reconciling With the Rival

“I can see you, Ella. I see you more clearly than you see yourself.” His fingers trail across my neck, down my chest, toward my center. “You may not like me, but you like how I fuck you.” He softly bites my neck. “You love when I make you scream, when I fuck you how I know you like it—hard, rough, and dirty.”

“Leo…” His hand wraps around my throat, cutting off my sentence.I’m fucking aching.

“Let me give you what you need, Ella. This pact will help the both of us, and you know it. I haven't seen you take someone home since I moved in.”

Prick.But he does have a point…

“Okay,” I whisper through his hold.

He releases me and takes one step back, staring into my fucking soul as he looks across my face. It’s like he’s making sure he actually heard me say that before he shakes out of his haze. “Thank fucking God,” is all I hear before he smashes his lips to mine and takes control. Good God, this man knows how to fucking kiss.

“I need you right now, Ella.”

“Then take me,” I tell him as I start to unbuckle his belt.

“Bend over like a good girl and let me,” he says between my lips. His plea sounds like music to my fucking ears, and all I can think about is how wrong this is as he rips my shirt off my body, buttons flying everywhere. My bra comes off next, and Leo stares at my tits for a solid minute.

My mind may hate him, but my pussy has never been happier.

There are some aches a dildo can’t fix.

I comply with his directions and bend over the conference table, the glass cold against my body. “You owe me a shirt.”

“I’ll buy you whatever you want, but let me focus on giving you what you need first, okay?”

I’m about to argue with him as he unwraps a condom, and thrusts right into me.

“Keep that quip to yourself, Ella. I’ve learned a few good ways to shut you up, and this is one of them,” he says as he starts to move in and out of my pussy.

Christ, I don’t know if I could ever get used to his size.

“God, you feel like a fucking dream, Ella. See how good it is when we both give in?” His voice comes out strangled.

“It’s fine, Leo. Truly.”

Then he grabs my ass and lifts me higher, his dick hitting an even deeper spot.

“Oh, fuck,” I say before I can stop it. “Don’t fucking stop.”

“Stop fighting me, Ella, and enjoy yourself.”

Then, he speeds up, the only sounds I hear our pants, moans, and his body slapping against my ass. The conference room table is shaking with each thrust, and I would worry about it breaking, but Leo’s dick is holding me hostage.

It feels way too fucking good. I should be scared, but all I can focus on is how hard he’s fucking me. He knows what I need every single time—hard and rough—but I need more right now.

“Leo!” I say as he goes even deeper. He’s hitting spots nobody has hit in years—including myself. “More.”

“I know, darling.” He reaches for my hair and pulls, my neck exposed for his hand to take over and choke me like he did before. “Tell me how much you hate me.”

I can barely speak, but I utter the words. “I fucking hate you.”

“Again.” He loosens his hold ever so slightly.

“I despise you, Leo. You drive me crazy.”

“God, I love how you clench around me when you say that. Does it happen every time, or only while my dick is filling you?”

He squeezes my neck harder, and I can’t respond.

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