Alessia’s POV
I didn’t know what the hell was wrong with me, maybe I was ovulating or somehow cursed and dangerously bored because there was no damn explanation for why my body was acting like it had a mind of its own— feeling hot, needy, trembling like it hadn't touched pleasure in years.
I’m alone in Leo’s obnoxiously luxurious bedroom, wrapped in nothing but a red thong and a lacy bra that could barely hold my n*****s in place, and before I knew it… my fingers were down there, tracing over my heat like I had something to prove.
Maybe I was trying to convince myself I didn’t need him and I could take care of myself and he didn’t get to own my body just because some damn judge gave him a ring and a title.
Still that's bullshit, Complete bullshit as I find myself thinking about the bas
