Her lips curved into that daring smile again, her voice light and teasing.
“Maybe you’re not as in control as you think, Leo.”
The words snapped something in me. I froze for a heartbeat, staring at her, before a dark laugh slipped past my lips. She thought she could play with me like that?
“You’ve got jokes, bella,” I muttered, dragging her back beneath me, pinning her wrists above her head. My mouth crashed against hers, hungry and demanding, swallowing her little gasp. “But now… you’re mine.”
I didn’t ease in this time. I thrust into her with one hard stroke, and she cried out, her body arching. I set a punishing rhythm, hips slamming into hers with force, my grip tight on her wrists. Her moans spilled out with every thrust, high-pitched, desperate.
“Leo—ahh—too much—” she whimpered
