Chapter 177

LEO’S POV

Her breath hitched, and I felt her thighs start to tremble. She was close, so close, and I could see the war in her eyes, the part of her that wanted to surrender and the part that wanted to claw my eyes out.

“I hate you,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

“I know,” I said, and I meant it. “But you love this.”

I increased the pressure, my thumb pressing flat against her clit while my fingers slid lower, teasing her entrance. She gasped, her head falling back against my shoulder, and I felt her whole body tense like a bowstring.

“Leo, I swear, if you make me… if I…” She couldn’t finish the sentence.

Her words dissolved into a low moan, and I watched her eyes roll back.

“Come for me, Vicky,” I commanded.

She let out a broken, angry cry and shattered.

Her whole body locked up. Her pussy squeezed my fingers in hard, rhythmic pulses as she came, soaking my hand, her thighs trembling violently.

A shaky moan tore out of her, half pleasure, half pure spite, and she collapsed against the arm of the sofa, breathing like she had just run a marathon.

I kept rubbing her through it, slower now, drawing out every last aftershock until she was whimpering and twitching.

“That’s it,” I murmured, my voice thick with satisfaction.

“That’s my good girl.”

When I finally pulled my fingers free, they were shiny with her. I wiped them slowly across her still-stinging ass, soiling her with her own wetness.

Vicky was quiet for a few seconds, just panting, her face turned to the side against the sofa. Then she laughed, wicked and completely unrepentant.

“Happy now, you controllin’ prick?” she muttered, her voice hoarse.

“You got your power trip. Feel like a real big man?”

I gripped her chin and turned her face toward me so she had to look at me. Her eyes were glassy, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted.

There was still fire in them.

“Not even close,” I growled to her face. “But I’m gonna spare you for now. We don’t need the whole floor hearing you.”

She sneered at me and pushed herself up on her elbows, wincing as she shifted herself off the arm of the sofa.

Her trousers were still tangled around her knees, her lace underwear hanging crooked, and she looked like a beautiful disaster.

I reached down and helped her stand, steadying her as she swayed on those ridiculous heels.

“You okay?” I asked, genuinely concerned despite myself.

She glared at me, but the heat in her eyes was unmistakable.

“I’m fine. Don’t you act all sweet now. You ain’t foolin’ nobody.”

I cupped her face in my hand, tilting her chin up to meet my gaze.

“I’m not acting sweet. I’m taking care of what’s mine. And you, Vicky, are mine. Every stubborn, sharp-tongued, beautiful inch of you.”

She swallowed hard, and for just a second, I saw the walls she’d built around her heart crack.

Then she masked it with a smirk.

“Yeah, well, you’re still an old man with control issues,” she purred, grinning softly.

“But I guess I can work with that.”

I laughed, pulling her into my chest and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Now that’s my Ice Tongue princess.”

She pushed against my chest, but there was no real force behind it.

“You gonna let me get my pants back on?” she mumbled softly.

She tried to step back, but her legs wobbled, and she grabbed my arm to steady herself.

I caught her easily, my hands sliding to her waist.

“Not yet,” I said, my voice low. “Stay with me a moment.”

She looked up at me, and I saw the flicker of affection in her eyes.

Her breath was still uneven, her lips parted, and a fine tremor ran through her whole body. I pulled her closer, feeling the heat of her skin through her blouse, and I let myself just hold her.

She didn’t push away this time. Instead, she let out a shaky exhale and pressed her forehead against my chest. I felt her fingers curl into my shirt, gripping the fabric like she was scared I was gonna disappear.

“You’re shaking,” I murmured against her hair. “Should’ve known you loved it that much. No wonder your mouth never stops running.”

“Shut up,” she hissed playfully.

I smiled and ran my hand down her back, feeling the curve of her spine and the warmth of her skin where I had spanked her.

She winced slightly but leaned into my touch.

I could feel my own heart pounding, hard and fast, and I realized I was just as shaken as she was.

My cock was still aching, but I didn’t care about that right now. I just wanted to keep her here, in my arms, where she felt safe.

She pulled back just enough to look at me, and her eyes were glossy.

“You are a mess, Mr. Virelli,” she said, but her voice cracked on my name.

“I know,” I chuckled.

I cupped her face with both hands, my thumbs brushing over her cheekbones.

“But I am your mess.”

She let out a laugh that sounded more like a sob.

“That is the sappiest thing you have ever said to me.”

“I know that too.”

I leaned in and pressed my forehead to hers, closing my eyes.

“But it’s true. You drive me crazy, Vicky. You make me feel things I haven’t felt in years, and that terrifies me.”

Her breath caught, and for a long moment she said nothing. Then she reached up and covered my hands with hers, her fingers cold against my knuckles.

“Leo,” she said, her voice so soft I almost didn’t hear it. “I’m scared too.”

I opened my eyes and looked at her, really looked at her. The defiance was gone, replaced by something soft and open. She was letting me see her, and that hit me harder than any orgasm ever could.

I kissed her then, slow and deep, pouring everything I couldn’t say into that one kiss. She melted against me, her mouth opening beneath mine, and I tasted salt and sweetness and her.

Her hands slid up to my neck, pulling me closer, and I felt her sigh into my mouth like she’d been holding her breath for years.

When we broke apart, we were both breathing hard. She looked at me, her lips swollen, her eyes bright.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Maybe you are not just a suit with a hard-on.”

I laughed, a real laugh, and pulled her into my chest again.

“And maybe you are not just a pain in my ass.”

She smiled against my shirt.

“I am definitely a pain in your ass.”

“And thats why I love you,” I said before I could stop myself.

She went still. Then she lifted her head, and her eyes were shining.

“Say that again,” she whispered.

I looked at her, this fierce, impossible woman who had turned my whole world upside down, and I said it again, clear and loud.

“I love you, Vicky.”