Leandro's Revenge

chapter 05

It was painful to be rejected again by her husband.

In the first few months of their marriage, he ignored her completely and avoided sharing a bed. She knew Leandro did not want the marriage and because she and his family trapped him against his will, he hated her. But she knew too that, somehow, he was attracted to her. If he weren’t, he wouldn’t have made love to her.

She was happy when he finally touched her. There was nonstop lovemaking after that. She almost thought he had come to love her. But after the incident, he refused to see her. Her attempts were never successful. Whatever happened that made him pull away, she had no idea. And she was heartbroken. It took her years to finally accept the fact that he had cut her off from his life completely. What annoyed her, was, despite his refusal to see her, he never agreed to divorce her.

The journey back home was quiet. She dared not speak again or attempt to seduce him. She was embarrassed enough to even consider it. Once they arrived, she quickly got out of the car and walked to the house, trying hard not to sway or trip in front of him.

Luckily, she was able to go upstairs on her own. When she turned to go to her bedroom, he said, “You’re sleeping in my bed.”

She turned, so abruptly that she almost lost her balance. “I don’t want to sleep next to you.”

“Did I give the impression that you have a say on this? As my wife, you need to sleep in my f*****g bed.”

“Stop calling me your wife!” she yelled. The anger she’d been bottling up burst into full force.

His face darkened and before she could even react, he dragged her to his bedroom and locked the door behind him. He reached for the drawer and retrieved handcuffs. He pushed her to the bed and cuffed her against the bedpost.

“Let me go!” She tried to get free.

“I’m taking a shower. Unless you want to join me, I can uncuff you.” He said before turning his back and disappearing to the bathroom. Not long later, she heard clothes hitting the floor and then the shower hissed. She was left embarrassed and annoyed to the bone.

Moments later, he came out with only black sweatpants, beads of water trickled from his hair down to his shoulders and chest. He made his way to the walk-in closet as he towel-dried his hair. He came back with a white shirt and threw it on the bed beside her.

“Uncuff me.”

He came to her side and uncuffed her. Before she entered the bathroom, he said, “Five minutes.”

“Are you for real?”

Leandro ignored her and sat on his side of the bed and began typing away on his laptop.

“You’re unbelievable.” She said before she went in and quickly brushed her teeth using his spare and just did a half bath. She then changed into his shirt.

When she climbed onto the bed beside him, he put his laptop away and reached for the cuffs.

“What the hell? You’re planning to cuff me while sleeping?” Her eyes widened. “You think I’ll run away?”

“I will never know.”

“I will not sneak out. I promise. It will hurt my arm!”

He looked at her for a while before he sighed, finally putting it away. “Fine.”

To her surprise, his hand came to her stomach and pulled her closer to his body, hugging her from behind.

“Leandro, it’s hot.” She complained, but deep inside, her heart pounded at an unusual pace. She could sleep with him like that for the rest of her life. Nevertheless, Isabelle willed herself not to sigh against him. It was heaven to be in the arms of the man she loved but she reminded herself of what she went through when he decided to cut her off.

He ignored her complaints and pulled her even closer.

***

Isabelle squinted against the morning sunlight coming from the open draperies. Rubbing her eyes, she yawned. Then, a hand was placed on her back, and she was pulled closer to a warm bulky body.

When she opened her eyes, she was slightly taken aback to see her husband’s handsome sleeping face. He looked more mature now; his jaw more prominent, his beard giving him a darker aura, and tussled dark medium-length hair he refused to cut. It suited him.

She snuggled against his chest closer, glad that he was still asleep, and she could watch him like this when he wasn’t mad. Hairs had grown on his chest too and unconsciously her fingertips ran over them.

Then his hand tightened around her back, pushing her even closer to him as if he wanted to feel that she was still there. She looked up and sighed. If only he was this sweet when he’s awake.

Deciding it was time to get up before he caught her ogling him, she snuck out of bed quietly. Only, a hand clamped around her wrist and pulled her back to bed. This time, instead of the mattress, she fell on a rock-hard body.

Leandro lazily opened his eyes. “Where are you going?” He asked, his voice hoarse and low.

Isabelle’s heart hammered and she quickly put her palms against his chest as a barrier, afraid that he might notice how erratic her heartbeat was. She cursed herself for feeling this way even after four years of not seeing him.

“I need to go to the bathroom and cook something for breakfast.” She replied, her eyes everywhere but him.

He closed his eyes, his arm snaked around the small of her back, not wanting to let her go.

Is he trying to torture me?!

“Let go. I need to pee.”

“Five minutes.” He said, tightening his arm around her even more. She sighed in defeat and rested her head against his chest.

She frowned. “Why is your heart beating really fast?”

He didn’t answer. Irritated, she wiggled above him, trying to get free.

“f**k! Stop moving or—” Before he could finish, her eyes dilated when she felt something hard poking against her thigh. Her cheeks burned upon the realization of what it was. “See what you’ve done.”

“Let go.” She tried again, utterly embarrassed now. Her movements didn’t help. She only made it worse, her body rubbed against him more and he grew harder.

A chuckle that rumbled from his throat was his only response. He didn’t let go, instead he held her tighter, and shifted slightly. She became breathless as it was now poking in between her legs where she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She had never slept with any on, since it was uncomfortable for her, and Leandro knew that.

The last barrier between their flesh was his sweatpants, but even with that, her cheeks were flaming from a mixture of embarrassment and lust. She still wanted him badly. She realized.

Then, his free hand came up to caress her bare backside and she hissed, “Stop it, Leandro.”

“No. You’re my wife. I have every right to touch you.” He stated, his hand idly caressing the back of her thigh and ass cheek before giving it a painful slap.

She groaned. Then he advanced further, touching the inside of her thighs, almost briefly touching her.

She glared up at him. “Go further and I’ll cut your—” She gasped miserably when he finally touched her there. Unable to contain her reaction, she buried her face against the crook of his neck and shuddered.

Another mocking chuckle vibrated from his body, and she had to bite her lip to prevent herself from giving another moan. He continued to tease her, his fingers running up and down her slit. It was too much for Isabelle. She couldn’t even get herself to move and stop him. She just lay above him and let him continue his torturous advances.

When he pinched her c**t, she grabbed his hair and shuddered. Two fingers nudged against her entrance, not fully entering but only teasing.

She knew he was just teasing her, and he did not plan to finish it. Unable to take it anymore, her eyes became moist. She grabbed his hand. “Stop. Don’t start something you will not finish.”

Something about what she said made him loosen his grip. With that, she quickly moved away from him. Not meeting his eyes, she ran out of his room to hers. Pressing her back against the locked door of her room, she took deep breaths to calm her raging nerves.