Star-crossed Rivals

Chapter5

LEANNA’S POV

I watched as he settled in to the couch that laid sprawled, with a posture that made it feel like he was used to it. A hint of suspicion creeped in my mind as I studied his movements.

“Leanna,” he let out, and suddenly, all I could focus on was the way each letter that made up my name danced on his tongue. His plump lips thinned out into a smile that drew me in, to the point where I was sitting next to him bed I knew it.

“Why not Leah?” I asked, taking a deep breath as I wondered what had gotten into me. I had met many men before him, but none had made me lose my wits the way I was with him.

He turned to face me. His dark eyes bored into mine with an intensity that felt familiar, but foreign at the same time. “Because, Leanna, I find that the most beautiful thing about a person lies in their name. And I am utterly enthralled by yours.”

He breathed out the ending as his lashes fluttered. Hiding whatever had flashed through his gaze at that moment.

But I managed to glimpse his now hurried breathing as his gaze trailed up my figure, resting indefinitely on the side of my neck.

My tongue flapped slightly, as my throat felt dry. The air conditioned room suddenly grew hot as I tugged down on my shirt slightly.

“Leanna,” he breathed. Letting my name dance on his tongue as he moved closer, his head resting on the side of my neck.

I tensed as I felt his warm breath hover over my neck. I sat still, not making a sound or moving the slightest as I wondered what he was about to do.

Reason and want battled endlessly within me as I wondered what to do. Push him away, or let my body get what it so desperately craves.

“Say my name,” he let out suddenly. His breath inching closer towards my skin, sending waves that coursed through my body and gathered between my legs.

“R-Romeo,” I breathed, a light blush creeping up my cheeks as I wondered how we had gotten there. “Leanna,” he breathed, before a shudder coursed through my body as I felt the tip of his tongue snake its way across my neckline.

His hands weren’t idle as I felt his warm touch snake its way up my legs. My knees turned weak as I felt his electrifying touch play with my senses.

His free hand, made its way to my back. Unwinding the already loose strap with a simple motion. A soft gasp escaped my lips as I felt my bare chest exposed under his naked, hungry gaze.

“Don’t look!” I breathed, my hands over my chest. My words slurred as my gaze turned blurry. I saw a small smile tug at his lips as he sat to face me.

He said nothing, as he brought his lips closer to my chest. His small tongue snaked through the gaps in my fingers.

His soft kisses slowly releasing whatever tension I had, as my hands dropped to my sides. My bare chest on full display for him to see.

“You’re beautiful,” he moaned, as he moved his lips to taste my towering twins.

His hands moved with practiced movements as he cupped his large hand over my free boob, his fingers deftly playing with me. Teasing me however he liked.

“R-Romeo,” I breathed, my thoughts hazy, as I let my fingers run through his silky black hair.

I let myself fall to my back as he towered over me. The buttons of his shirt hung loose, exposing a bit of the defined abs I didn’t know he possessed.

The rest of his buttons slowly came loose, until they laid far away with the top I didn’t even know I had discarded.

Soon after, our pants were off, as he stood over me. Dark eyes boring into mine with want that could drill holes in steel.

I didn’t shy away from his naked lust as I knew I mirrored it. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. Lifting myself up slightly as I let my lips dangle over his ear. “Take me,” I whispered.

“I live to please,” he growled, his hands moved to cup my bottom as he held me firmly. I bit my lip slightly, my blue gaze fixated on whatever I could make of his features as I felt him in me.

A soft gasp escaped my lips as I felt him push deeper. His being melded with mine as all thought disappeared from my mind as I let myself revel in the pleasure that coursed through my body in waves.

If heaven truly existed, then I was living in it. Ten times over.

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“Ugh,” a soft groan escaped my lips as I sat up. My mind still groggy as I tried to make sense of my situation.

I definitely wasn’t in my room, that was for sure. If it wasn’t the lack of my bed that assured me of my thoughts, it was the presence of alcohol bottles strewn everywhere.

I surveyed the room, my eyebrows wrinkled as I saw nothing that rang a bell, until my gaze settled on a familiar top.

I froze as it all came rushing back. The helicopter ride, the club, and the succubus of a man that somehow managed to convince me to give him my first time after our first meeting.

I ground my teeth in anger as I jumped to my feet. Instantly regretting my actions, as it took everything in me not to topple to the ground immediately.

“Bastard,” I growled, taking shaky steps towards my top and panties from last night. Throwing them on as fast as I could before I rushed out of the VIP room.

As I made my way down, I chanted a silent prayer to all the Gods I had ever heard of, in hopes that my worries were unfounded, and that I would somehow manage to make it back to the island in time, before my father found me.

I moved past the bottles, and bodies scattered over the ground as I pushed open the club door.

I threw a hand up, with a silent hiss as I blocked the rays of sunlight from adding to my headache any more than they already had.

“s**t,” I let out in a resigned tone as I let my hands drop to my sides. “How much trouble am I in?” I asked softly, as I stared at the numerous men whose faces I had grown up around, decked in suits, next to cars that were prepped to take me back to my father undoubtedly.

“Let’s go miss,” a man stepped forward. I couldn’t help it as my features contorted into a grimace.

My father had sent his right hand. There was no way I was getting out of this without losing a limb…or two.