Leandro's pov
Stay calm, Leandro. Stay calm
The voice in my head repeated over and over again as I made my way out of the room.
Smoke curled in the air when I permed out a cigar from my breast pocket and lit it up. I picked it up between my fingers to my lips and inhaled a few drags.
I almost lost control with Natalia. I let her stupid f*****g A-list body get to me.
Her fear at first which later materialized into sheer confidence had me piqued, the intensity in her deep almond blue eyes when they stared at me made my d**k harden.
Damnit! It was meant to be a torture session, I was supposed to torture her, not enjoy the sight of her plump breasts and crave to hear what her moans sounded like.
It took a lot of restraint not to spread her thighs wide apart, ram my d**k into her p***y
