Hope’s POV
Leon’s parents were murdered right in front of his eyes. I was absolutely clueless about how to react. I could never fathom my parents being taken away from me.
“I was eight years old then...” he mumbled, his voice tight. “My father's Vice President took charge and raised me until I was ready to stand for the elections.”
I bit my lip, my chest aching at the thought of a young Leon witnessing his parents' murder.
“I'm sorry,” I whispered, wrapping my fingers around his. “I'm so sorry, Leon. I...”
He pressed a finger to my lips, his eyes suddenly turning lethal and dark.
“Enough talking,” he hissed, hovering over me, his body pressing me deeper into the mattress, the heat of him almost burning against my skin. “I need to f**k you now.”
I gulped as he reached for his T-shir
