Possessed - Part One (8 page)

When we get to the hotel, the huge double bedroom in the suite he booked is a welcome sight. I’m beat and about ready to crawl into bed and snuggle my pillow like it’s a giant marshmallow. Hmm … god, why did I think about that? Now I’m hungry again.

Leo throws his keys on the table as I throw my purse on the couch and sigh. A nice, warm bath would be great before I go to sleep, but first there’s something else I need to do.

“So, are you ready to talk now?” I say.

“What?” he asks.

I put my hands on my side. “Well, I’m not just going to let you do that to me.”

“What are you talking about?” he frowns.

I roll my eyes. “Have you already forgotten? Right,” I scoff. “Of course. That’s typical.”

“Sam, explain. I’m not up for games right now.”

“Me, neither,” I hiss, throwing him a glance.

“I don’t understand what you’re getting at. Honestly,” he says, rolling up his sleeves.

“Of course, you don’t. I should’ve realized that. Sorry I even started this.” I sigh and turn around, taking off my coat.

“What? Can you just stop and tell me what the hell it is you’re talking about?”

“I’m talking about you and what you do.”

“What do I do, exactly?” he says, shrugging.

“Really?” I turn around and make a face. “You’re going to pretend you don’t know?”

“No, because I don’t, and it’d be nice if you’d just tell me what the hell is going on.”

“This. This is my problem. You don’t
know
what’s going on, that’s the problem.”

He shakes his head, chuckling to himself.

“Are you laughing? Is this funny to you?” I say. “Never mind.” Grinding my teeth, I turn around and look at myself in the mirror standing in the corner so I can take off my make-up.

“Sam … c’mon, you’re angry at me for not knowing what you’re angry for.”

“Exactly.”

He sighs. “That’s kind of childish.”

“And your games aren’t?”

“What games?”

“What you did in the bathroom!” I yell, making a fist.

“What I did … Oh.” He nods slowly. “
That.
”

“Yes, that. And all the other times.”

“Sam …”

I can’t help but turn around to face him again. I want to look him in the face when he tells me he did it all to fool his parents, and that none of what I’m feeling is real. “No, don’t Sam me. I just want to know when this is all done. When you’re finished playing around.”

“I’m not playing around, but this is important to me.”

“Well, I’m done,” I say. “I can’t do it anymore. I can’t pretend to be your wife. I was horrible at it anyway. I mean, look at me. Do I look like wife material to you? I was a bumbling mess.”

“No …” He cocks his head and smiles at me. “You did fine. Is that what you’re worried about?”

Somehow, I can’t stop this boiling anger from bubbling up again. “No.”

“Then what is?”

“Just the fact that you don’t realize, that you can’t see it … ugh!” I blow out some air. “You make me so angry sometimes.”

“I can see that,” he says, laughing again.

“It’s not funny!” I grab a pillow and throw it at him. “You are such an asshole.”

He catches the pillow and throws it on the bed. “Is that what you really think of me?”

“Yes! You’re a fucking asshole!”

He looks me in the eye, his face all serious and stern. “Tell me what else you think.”

“You’re a liar, an asshole, a bastard, a manipulator, and a pig!” My face is turning red, but I don’t care anymore. I’m letting it all out. All that pent-up frustration from having to work with him is coming out, and right now I don’t give a shit about the consequences. Screw everything.

“Say that again, I didn’t hear it quite well,” he says, cocking his head to the other side.

“You’re an asshole, Leo! A complete and utter prick!”

“For kissing you?”

“Yes, for fucking kissing me!” I yell. “How could you do that? When you know …” I choke up.

“When what?” He raises an eyebrow.

Suddenly, I get the urge to just stomp to the other end of the room where he’s standing and smack him in the face. Maybe it would knock some sense into him.

But I don’t even need to because he’s already walking toward me instead. When there are only a couple of steps left, he stops. “Could you repeat that?”

“You know you’re an asshole for doing what you do, Leo. Admit it. You know damn well what you’re doing.”

“And?”

“And … I hate you for it,” I spit. “I hate it.”

He narrows his eyes as I breathe in and out; wiping my hair to the side, which is all messed up. God, I’m messed up. Oh, god. What in the hell did I just do? I just signed my own resignation and handed it to him on a platter. Oh, I’m so stupid.

Right when I’m about to smack myself in the face, Leo stomps forward, saying, “Fuck it.”

And then he grabs my face with both hands and smashes his lips on mine.

His kiss is intense, so deep; I’m at a loss of words. My brain just goes blank. He is rough and soft at the same time, desperately clinging to my lips, and I don’t even want him to stop. His kiss has me mesmerized to the point of completely freezing up. As his lips roam mine, his tongue dips out to lick the rim of my mouth, coaxing me to open. Instinct makes my lips part, allowing him to lick the roof off my mouth and my tongue, blowing me away. I’m lost in him, lost in this kiss, and I lost my brain.

Oh, fuck me. What the hell?

My lips unlatch from his with trouble as I push him away a little. “What …” I mumble.

“I can’t stand it when you call me names,” he whispers against my lips. “Makes me want to do this.” And then moves in for the kill again. He kisses me harshly, his hands drifting down my body to my ass to cup it and squeeze it. I moan into his mouth, surprised, my eyes opening up.

“Wait,” I murmur, pushing him back a little. “No.”

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” he asks.

Hot flashes shoot through my veins as he says that. I don’t know how to respond. At times, I hate him, like when he uses me to gain something. When he acts like a total dick. And other times, I want to screw him so badly … ugh, what am I thinking?

“But that kiss … in the bathroom …” I whisper as he kisses me again and again.

“What about it?”

“It was only for show, right?”

“Look around you,” he says, and my eyes drift from left to right, trying to understand him. “Do you see anyone here?”

I shake my head.

He bites his lip so seductively it makes my head spin. “Screw the rules.” And then he plunges in to kiss me again. He presses his body to mine, sucking on my bottom lip as he drags me even closer. His hot kisses take the air from my lungs while he grabs my ass tight and cups my face with spread fingers. They drift to the back of my head to grasp my hair and push me even closer.

“Fuck …” he whispers as our mouths unlatch to breathe. “I can’t stop. I won’t.”

He’s smothering me with kisses, not giving me an inch to breathe. He lets go of me, only to take off his own shirt, dropping it to the floor. Only his tie is left hanging around his neck. What appears underneath has me gasping for air. He’s ripped, six-pack and all, a delicious V-shape disappearing into his pants. He’s muscular as hell, and it’s making me even more hot and bothered.

“Holy crap …” I mutter.

He flashes a cocky smile, smashing his lips onto mine again. He pulls me along toward his bed, tugging the zipper on my back. The dress falls down, but I don’t even realize it because his kisses are just that good. It’s hard to admit because I hate how he treats me, but at the same time, I can’t get enough of this. Fuck no, I don’t want it to stop, either.

Next thing I know, I’m on the bed in just my bra and panties, and he’s crawling on top of me like a real lion.

“I don’t understand …” I murmur as he starts kissing my legs. I look down at him, getting flustered when I realize he’s looking at my partially naked body, which isn’t all that flattering.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he says, dragging his lips up my thighs, making me moan. “I want you.”

He leaves a trail of kisses up my stomach and to my chest, hovering close to my face. I feel myself getting red again.

“Oh god, but why? I don’t understand. I thought you said—”

“Shh.” He places a finger on my lips. “Enough talking for today.”

Leo removes his finger and replaces it with his mouth.

Well, that shut me up all right.

I don’t know why I’m letting him ravage my body and talk to me like this, claiming me as if I can’t say anything back … oh, who am I kidding, I can’t. This is what I’ve wanted all along, ever since he started teasing me, and oh boy, it’s so not what I expected. It’s even hotter than I imagined. I’m not prepared for the exquisite sight of his rippling body as he leans up to unbuckle his belt.

“You’ve been such a fucking distraction all this time … I’m not going to hold back any longer.”

“Hold back?” I whimper, as he loops his belt through the holes.

“And you call me an asshole?” He raises a brow. “I’ve seen the way you react to my flirting. You want this. Badly. So bad, you’re even angry at me for not giving it to you.”

“What?” I exclaim.

And then he grabs my wrist and pins it above the bed. “You heard what I said.”

He wraps the belt around my wrist and pulls it tight. “What are you doing?” I ask, my heartbeat rising.

“Doing what you want,” he says. He bends over until his forehead touches mine, his fingers grasping the bed tight. “Your emotions are all over the place, Sam. I think it’s time I got them under control.”

With a smirk, he pushes himself back up and undoes his tie, strapping it to my other wrist and tying it to the other side of the bed. I’m not sure how I feel about this, if I should tell him to stop and get the fuck off me so I can yell at him some more, or if I should just let it go and let him do with me what he wants. My traitorous body already knows what it wants as I press my legs together to prevent myself from feeling my own pussy. Goddammit.

For a second, he licks his lips, glancing down at me from under his eyelashes as if he’s admiring the view. “You know, I’ve dreamt about the day I could tie you up like this.”

I make a face at him. “I bet you have.”

His lips curl up into a smile. “And I bet I’m not the only one in this room who has.”

He lowers himself on top of me and hovers close to my lips, daring me to see if I’ll bite. Maybe I will. I kind of like where this is going, I admit.

“Stop playing around, Leo,” I say.

He taps my nose. “It’s Mister King to you.”

I squint. “I’m tied up on the bed, half naked, and you’re telling me to call you what I’ve always called you before?”

“I like it,” he says with a cheeky grin. “In fact, there are a lot of things I like that you probably don’t know about me.”

He kisses my cheek and drifts down to my neck, leaving marks everywhere, making it difficult for me to breathe and think right.

“Like what?” I say, gasping. “That you’re a pervert?”

He chuckles, and then takes my earlobe into his mouth to suck and gently nibble on it. “You and your filthy mouth really make me want to be harsh on you.”

“Try me,” I jest.

He whispers into my ear, “I like it when you play hard to get.”

His hand drifts down my body, over the swell of my breasts, causing me to suck in a breath, but he doesn’t stop there. His hand slides all the way down my belly toward my pussy, and when he cups it I gasp and moan.

“Is this what you were thinking about when I kissed you in the bathroom?” he whispers coyly into my ear. “Do you want me?”

“Uh-huh …” I moan, unable to stop myself anymore. When he starts rubbing, I’m done for.

“You’re a very naughty girl, you know that? And the problem with me is that I cannot resist.”

I moan again when he pushes down with one finger, sliding across my clit. My panties are already soaked.

“But the things I like might scare you, Sam,” he whispers, and I open my eyes again, seeing him eye me from the side. “I love the sight of a woman tied up just like you are right now. It makes me want to do so many … nasty things to you.” Those last words come out with a groan, seeping into my pores as my body turns to liquid underneath him.

“Are you scared?” he asks, his fingers floating across my lips. “Do you want me to stop? Say it now, before I can’t control myself anymore.”

“No,” I whimper as he plants another kiss on my jaw.

“You have me in a cinch, Sam. Right now, this is what I need. Especially after today. But you need to know you can always tell me to stop. The safe word is pear.”

“Pear?” I ask. “Why?”

“If you’re afraid, use it. Like I said … there are things I like that you don’t know about me, and this is one of them. I enjoy complete and utter control, Sam. This is what I get off on.”

My heart flutters from his words.

His hands slide down my arms, tickling me, setting my skin on fire. “You look so ravishing …” he growls. “I could almost eat you up.” He bites in the air, making me squirm as he leans in to lick my neck and collarbone. “Is this what you need?” he asks, his hand sliding underneath the fabric of my panties. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about? When you saw me? When I first kissed you? When you came out of the stall on the airplane?”

“Oh, yes …” I mutter, lost in delirium as he toys with me. His fingers feel so good, and I’ve been fantasizing about this for so long, I can hardly believe it’s real. I want to slap myself for wanting him, but I do, and I can’t stop myself from enjoying this. It’s impossible. Holy shit, he sure knows what to do.

Suddenly, he pulls away and hovers on top of me, kissing my chest while he fumbles with the clips on the back. “Wait,” I say.

“Shh,” he says. “No talking unless I ask you something.”

“I just feel …”

“What? Uncomfortable?” he asks, frowning. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just that I’m a little nervous.” I giggle, but then stop myself, because I sound like an idiot. “Ah, forget it.”

“No,” he says resolutely all of the sudden. “Whatever you’re thinking, I want you to stop it, right now. There’s nothing to be nervous about when you show me your body. It’s what I want, and that is the only thing that matters.”

“Okay … but—”

“Stop.” He grabs my chin, making me focus on him. “If we do this, you don’t talk. You don’t think. Just let go and enjoy. I don’t want to hear anything but your moans and gasps, understood?”

I nod, a bit shook up by the fact that Leo is really into this controlling thing. I didn’t expect him to be like this, which makes it all the more difficult for me to say no. I actually want this.

He smiles. “Good, because I’ll have you wet and begging before this night is over.”

I swallow away the lump in my throat. Oh, fuck me, this is just too hot to deny.

Before I know it, my strapless bra is off and flung through the air, and Leo has buried his face in between my breasts. I moan when he cups them and starts playing with my nipples, tugging and teasing me to my limit. He covers one of them with his mouth and sucks, causing me to moan.

“So sensitive …” he murmurs, tugging with his teeth. “I bet you must be quivering by now. Do you like it when I’m rough?”

“Yes,” I say. “I’ve always quite liked it but never had it like this, though.”

“Like how?”

“Tied up,” I say.

“Hmm … I guess we’re both hiding who we truly are then.” He winks. “You’ve been deprived of good sex, Sam. Let me give it to you.”