He wrapped his hand around my throat, choking me and pulling me down. “Look at me as I fuck you with my tongue, Ravenna.”
I did as he ordered, the view of his mouth on me, of his tongue licking and entering me, the feeling of him flicking my clit, made me moan like a real prostitute. But it was the gorgeous view of his now fully naked body—as my jacket must have slid off his body with the movement—and extremely hard cock that ruined me.
His hand closed around my throat as his tongue moved faster. The pending orgasm pulled me under. Then pleasure burst through me, swallowing me, devouring me like a hungry fire. “Leo! Leo, oh God! Leo!” I screamed his name, like a dirty bitch, my flesh, muscles and bones searing with the erotic eruption as I pushed against his mouth, riding the incredible waves of my climax.
My breathing heavy and loud in this forsaken room, I came down from that, realization hitting me hard. What I’d done. What I’d gotten myself into. What I’d destined myself to.
He groaned against my raw flesh, drinking me still, lapping his tongue all over my folds as if he couldn’t get his fill and wanted more.
“Jesus fuck. Your screams made me think he was hurting you. Are you shitting me?”
I gasped, my eyes widening at the room entrance where Nicole stood. My face blazed in embarrassment as sweat covered my body. I was half naked, my legs parted, my pussy in a man’s mouth.
I tried to close my legs, but Leo kept me exactly as I was with his strong grip. He didn’t take his mouth off me and continued to lick me clean. I could die with shame right now. Not only had I indulged in this taboo between us, I was caught red-handed, witnessed as I fell in sin.
Only when he decided he had enough, he lifted his face toward her, my wetness covering his lips and jaw. “If you wanna join, just ask.”
“You’re fucking disgusting,” she told him and then looked at me as if saying, “what the fuck is wrong with you?”
Leo stretched his upper body, reaching for a kiss. Voracious and claiming and raw just like what we’d experienced. Despite my shame and the angry voyeur, our tongues tangled, his taste mixed with mine hypnotic, and my palm rested on his chest, his thunderous heartbeats soothing me like a drug, telling me there was nothing to be ashamed of. He, too, felt me. He, too, desired me.
“At least, spare me the sight of your fucking cock, you asshole. Why did you make me buy you clothes if you’re not gonna touch them?”
He broke the kiss, a taunting smile on his face. “Why didn’t you put them on me if youdon’twanna see me naked?”
“Have your new fucktoy do it.”
The smile vanished all of a sudden, and his voice took a harsh edge. “Ravenna is no fucktoy, do you understand?” He gazed at me, that sparkle glowing in his eyes. “She’s mine now.”
I could just melt.
“You’re insane. Both of you.” She stalked in, dropping bags I’d failed to notice had been in her hands all this time. The warm aroma wafted in. It must have been food. My stomach grumbled as if on cue. I hadn’t even realized how starving—for something other than Leo—I was until now. I tightened my thighs closed and brought my panties up as she approached me. She uncuffed me despite her earlier resolution. “Get him dressed and feed him. He needs his strength.” She stalked back to him. “Or have you forgotten what we’re up against? What we must do?”
The shadows that haunted him dimmed his stare. Had I just lost him again? “I haven’t forgotten anything.”
“Then you know we can’t stay here forever. We gotta move and find a way back home before we’re found.”
He nodded, pressing his lips. “”Uncuff me.”
“Only when it’s time to go.”
“Then give me a fucking burner. I can’t do anything just sitting here.”
“Maybe we should use the doctor’s.” She raised a brow at me, and my heart fell. I should have known she’d found that phone, too, in the car when I told her about the suture kit. The one the Lanzas gave me to communicate with them. “Why does a psychiatrist need a burner phone,Ravenna?”
CHAPTER 14
Leo
A fake name. Fake age. A burner phone.
Guilt. Shame. Secrets. Lies.
Ravenna was a liar.
From the moment I saw her in the car, I knew. She’d recognized me like I’d recognized her right from the start, but she pretended not to. Who knew how long she’d have tried to deceive me if I hadn’t revealed her secrets? Why?
What else are you hiding, my little virgin slut?