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Somehow—I have no idea how—he manages to get me to my feet without me tumbling to the floor. The second my feet connect with the tiles, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and slams our lips together.
“Taste how sweet you are, Red.” His tongue surges inside my mouth much like it did moments ago between my legs.
He kisses me long and deep, his once again hard cock pressing against my stomach but when he pulls away, he doesn’t press for anything further, instead he reaches for my shampoo and demands I turn around.
21
Leon
In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have gone to see Libby. I hadn’t expected just what looking into her broken eyes would do to me. I didn’t anticipate the anger that would surge through me. The need to hurt the man who turned her into the junkie she’s become.
It’s not fair. Any of it.
She didn’t deserve it.
Yes, she was a bit of a wild child, and maybe she’d have found hard drugs without my father’s involvement but he certainly helped to speed up the process no matter what.
He ruined her life. Of that I’m sure.
Add Peyton’s meddling into the mix and there was only one place I needed to go after Libby’s hospital room and that was to inflict just a little bit of the pain that cunt has caused to others.
He was asleep when I arrived in his dark cell but he soon was aware of my presence when I woke him with a swift kick from my sneaker right into his gut.
He didn’t even try to fight back. Part of me was disappointed, the other part was relieved that maybe he’s figuring out that he’s in the wrong. That he’s messed with too many lives and that he’s had this coming for a long, long time.
As I stand with Macie, my fingers massaging her scalp as I wash her hair, I can barely even remember what happened after that. I’m not even sure if I left him breathing or not.
The person I was in that room wasn’t someone I ever want to meet again. The anger, the need for vengeance, the thirst for his blood was terrifying.
I don’t even remember the journey here, I was too lost to the past, memories and pain that felt too real.
It wasn’t until she opened the door and I looked into her eyes that I realized I probably fucked up.
She looked terrified.
I understood why, I was covered in my father’s blood. I looked like a crazed psycho, of that I’m sure.
She should have slammed the door in my face. It was what I more than fully deserved.
But instead, I’m now standing here with her naked before me and her taste still on my tongue.
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to her shoulder as I continue to massage her head.
“So good,” she moans, pressing back against me.
Sliding one hand out of her hair, I trail my fingers down her neck and over her chest. She gasps when I pinch her nipple, her ass grinding back against my hard cock.
Cupping the other one, I pinch the nipple between my fingers.
“Leon,” she moans as I slip my hand down her stomach and part her lips, pressing two fingers against her clit.
“I want to hear you come again,” I confess in her ear, knowing that I could listen to her cries and mewls all fucking night.
She’s still soaked, her pussy slick from her last orgasm as I slide two fingers inside her.
“Shit,” she moans.
“Good, baby?”
