Page 82 of The Retaliation You Deliver
Another step.
His scent fills my nose as his heat begins to seep into me, making me burn for him.
“What if I don’t want to?” I ask, forcing my voice to sound stronger than I feel.
“You’ll probably regret it.”
My chest heaves as my eyes hold his, trying to appear that I’m not freaking the hell out right now.
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
He reaches out, and with a touch more gentle than what he seems capable of right now, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
“Why are you here, Red?”
“I-I… um… I wanted to check on you.”
His eyes drop to mine, taking in the length of my body. It’s a move that seems fairly pointless seeing as I’m wearing a baggy hoodie.
“You saw the news?” he asks me coldly.
“Y-yeah. Are you…” His eyes find mine once again and my words get stuck in my throat. “Are you okay?” I squeak out.
“I don’t know what I am right now, Red.” He takes the final step toward me, forcing me to take one back and bump up against the window.
His hands grab the back of my thighs and he lifts me until I’m balanced on the window sill, my legs around his waist, his cock pressed against my core.
“But I know what I need.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” Releasing my thigh, one of his hands wrap around my throat, making me swallow nervously. “I need to get out of my own head. I need to hurt someone.”
I swallow again, holding his stares, hoping that he can read in them that I’m not scared of him.
“And I need you.”
His lips slam down on mine in a punishing kiss. Our teeth collide as his tongue twists with mine, his hands slipping under the fabric of my hoodie and roughly grabbing my breasts.
“Leon,” I moan into his kiss.
“You made a mistake coming after me today, Red.”
I shake my head as he plunges his tongue back into my mouth.
“No,” I mumble into his kiss. “I’m exactly where I need to be right now.”
“Fuck,” he barks, ripping his lips from mine and dragging my hoodie up my body before throwing it over his shoulder. His lips go to my neck, kissing, sucking and biting down toward my collarbone as he tucks his fingers under the bralette I’m wearing, making quick work of getting that on the floor as well.
He presses me back against the window, the cold glass biting into my skin but I barely pay it any mind as his hands cup my aching breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples and sending bolts of electricity straight between my thighs.
“Oh God.”
“This isn’t privacy glass,” he growls against my neck. “If there’s anyone down there, they can definitely see you.”
“I don’t care,” I moan, my head falling back against the window with a bang when he grazes his lips across the sensitive skin of my breast, his rough scruff scratching me, making it that much more intense. “T-take what you neeeed,” I moan as his lips wrap around my nipple.
He sucks until it hurts before switching to the other side. My fingers twist in his hair, tugging until I know it stings, but I also know that he craves the pain as much as I do.
