Chapter 85

Elena’s POV

I laid flat on my bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Today, I made the big hit, Bianca’s reputation is damaged and at this point it's beyond repair.

I exhaled slowly, my breath hitching when the doorknob turned.

I didn’t need to look to know it was him.

The door creaked open, and the air suddenly shifted.

Leo stepped inside, moving through the room like he owned it.

I pushed myself up from the bed as my eyes locked onto his, and in a flash I closed the distance between us.

I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to.

My hands found his chest first, yanking him toward me as my lips crashed into his.

My mouth moved over his, my tongue tingling across his.

His hands gripped my ass so tight, pressing it in as he pulled me foward.

I loved it. I wanted him to own me.

“How was your day?” I murmured against his mouth, as I started to unbutton his cloth.

“About that..” before he could answer, I placed my finger between his lips.

I wasn't going to let him ruin this.

“Forget I asked. Just fuck me.”i whispered.

And almost immediately, his hands slid up my thighs, as he pulled my dress over my body in one swift motion.

The cool air hit my bare skin, my nipples tightening instantly, aching for his touch.

“You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” His voice was rough.

His fingers slipped between my thighs again, two of them pressing into my pussy.

“Ahh…Fuck me!” I moaned loudly and uncontrollably.

I pulled off his trousers, then grabbed his cock swiftly, driving it into my mouth, rubbing my saliva over it.

“Fuck, Elena,” he groaned, his hand tangling in my hair, yanking my head back. “You’re gonna take every inch of me, aren’t you?”

I didn’t answer.

Then, he turned me around, pushing me toward the bed.

I went willingly, my knees hitting the mattress as I crawled forward, my ass in the air, my pussy dripping, aching for him.

“You're so fucking hot…” his deep voice sent waves of desires through my spine.

Then, his hands gripped my hips, his thumbs digging into the soft and fat flesh of my ass as he positioned himself up behind me.

“Ahhh!!!!!” a loud moan tore through my throat, as I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy.

I held my bed sheets tightly as his cock began to move in and out.

“Please,” I begged, my voice raw. “Fuck me.”

He didn’t make me wait.

He gave a very hard thrust in, and he was whole cock inside me.

He was inside me, filling me so completely I saw stars.

I cried out, my body arching, my walls clenching around him as he bottomed out.

“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, his hips snapping forward, his cock movung in and out of me with brutal precision.

The bed creaked beneath us, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin on skin, the obscene squelch of my pussy taking him over and over again.

I could feel my orgasm building already, coiling tight in my belly, my breath coming in short gasps. “Harder,” I demanded, my voice a whine. “Fuck me harder.”

He obliged.

His grip on my hips tightened, his fingers bruising as he slammed into me, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me with every thrust.

I could feel him so firm inside of me.

The room filled with the sounds of our fucking and the loud and shameless moans spilling from both of our lips

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice a dark promise. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped, my body trembling, my release so close I could taste it. “Only yours.”

His thrusts became erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants as his own climax neared. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, his balls drawing up tight, and I knew he was about to fill me.

And then…

“Ah!!!” I let out one last moan as the shaft spilled from his pussy as he pulled away.

I rolled onto my back, my eyes facing the ceiling, my breaths loud and heavy.

For a long time, neither of us said a word, just our breaths filling the silence.

“Damien called me in today,” Leo finally said, his voice low.

I didn’t answer right away, I just waited for what came next.

“He knows, Elena. About us. About everything we did.”

That made me turn my head toward him. The corner of my lips lifted, more in amusement if anything.

I knew he'd find out sooner or later, not that I cared.

“And?” I asked.

He sat up, raking a hand through his hair. “He told me to leave town before the end of the week. He said if we're still here, we'll wish he had me arrested.”

I laughed quietly. “Is that supposed to scare me?”

“Elena,” he snapped, his voice tight. “You don’t get it. He’s serious. Damien doesn’t give warnings for fun.”

I turned on my side, tracing a finger lazily across his bare chest. “Then let him try,” I said simply. “He’s not the first man to threaten me, and he won’t be the last.”

Leo’s jaw tightened, he immediately swung his legs off the bed, sitting upright. “You think you can take on Damien Sinclair? He’s not some desperate fool you can manipulate. He’s smart and he's very dangerous.”

I smirked, sitting up too. “So am I.”

He groaned, running a hand over his face. “It’s not worth it anymore.”

“Why?” I asked, tilting my head.

He hesitated, then sighed. “Bianca disappeared.”

I froze. “What?”

He turned to me. “She’s gone. I overheard Damien’s phone call. Martha said her things were packed, and she just… vanished.”

“That’s not possible,” I said instantly, shaking my head. “She wouldn’t just disappear. Not Bianca.”

“It’s true. Damien told them not to search for her, and he said she’ll come back eventually.”

I pushed off the bed, grabbing the sheet to wrap around myself.

My mind began racing in thoughts.

Bianca was the kind of girl who loved control. She didn’t just run… she's plotting something. If she was gone, she was up to something.

“She’s smarter than that,” I muttered. “She’s hiding, waiting for the right time.”

Leo’s voice softened. “Elena, listen to me. This is falling apart. If we stay, it’s only a matter of time before one of us ends up dead.”

I turned sharply to face him, my eyes cold. “Then we wait for her.”

“Elena, be reasonable—”

“I am being reasonable,” I cut in, my tone flat, calm, final. “Damien doesn’t scare me. He never has.”

Leo stared at me, his face tinged with disbelief. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”

“Maybe,” I said softly, shrugging. “But not before I finish what I started.”

I let the sheet fall from my body, unbothered by my own nakedness as I walked toward the small table where my dress laid. I slipped it on slowly.

Leo himself stood up, closing the gap between us. “What are you planning?”

I buttoned the dress and turned to him with a faint smirk. “Tomorrow, I’ll have a little chat with Damien myself.”

“Elena… ” he started, taking a step toward me.

I opened the door, pausing in the doorway, then turned to look at him again.

“If Damien gets in my way…”, my lips curved into a deadly smile “…I’ll fuck him up too.”

Then I closed the door behind me, leaving Leo alone.