Torn between desire and contempt

The next morning.

The morning light penetrated through the curtains, flooding the room with a warm glow. Leon was sitting in an armchair, sipping black coffee, studying her in bed.

She was still asleep, her features serene, but Leon knew it wouldn't be for long. He couldn't help but admire her beauty, the way her skin shone in the soft morning light, the slow rise and fall of her breasts with every breath.

- I open my eyes and see this picture..

Leon , sitting in the armchair by the bed and watching me intently . The morning light penetrates through the curtains, creating a soft, almost intimate atmosphere. His gaze is intense, as if he's studying every line of my face.

"What are you doing here?"

- Leon, he takes a sip of coffee, without taking his eyes off your face.

"Just admiring your view, dear." He puts the cup on the nearest table and leans forward, resting his chin on his hand.

"Do you know that you sleep like an angel?"

- Mg, I know

Leon laughs softly, amused by your reaction.

"Don't be so surprised. It's hard not to admire how beautiful you are. Especially when you're lying there, defenseless...

He slowly walks over to me and sits me on his lap , pulling the straps of my nightgown off with his teeth.

Baring more and more of my chest ..

Leon's hands slide up my thighs, his touch light and teasing as he continues to speak, his voice low and rough.:

"Just a little more, Anastasia, and I'll fuck you right on this bed."

"Leon, don't... You are welcome..

Leon takes a deep breath, his hands gripping your hips possessively.

"Don't do what?" Don't touch you? Not kissing you?

His lips are so close to your ear that you can feel his breath on your skin. "Don't make you mine?"

"Do I really want to be yours ?"

Leon leans back slightly to look at you, his expression serious.

"You don't want to be mine?" I thought there were no more questions.

You're here, aren't you?

You're in my bed, on my lap, and you're wearing nothing but this thin piece of fabric that could pass for a nightgown.

His fingers slide along the edge of the lace hem, his touch light and teasing.

"You're mine, darling. Whether you want to admit it or not.

I roll my eyes and look away.

- When I turn my head,

Leon squeezes me tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh.

"Don't turn away.

Look at me when I'm talking to you.

His tone is commanding, brooking no defiance.

"Otherwise what?"

Leon's hand rises to my chin, his grip gentle but firm as he turns my face towards him, forcing me to meet his gaze.

He's so close to me. His lips are just an inch from mine, and his eyes are dark and hungry.

"Don't test me, dear. I can think of a lot of things I'd rather do right now than talk about.

"Like what ? "

Leon's lips touch my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine.

"I'd rather have a taste of you.",

He whispers in a low and rough voice.

- I would like to make you mine in every possible way.

His hand slides up my thigh, his touch possessive and insistent.

"Is that what you want?" Do you want me to show you what it means to be mine?

- Keep dreaming . I kiss him on the lips , get up abruptly , and run out of the room .

Leon is caught off guard by your sudden movement, his surprise quickly giving way to a mixture of rage and desire.

He immediately jumps to his feet, his gaze fixed on the door I just disappeared through.

"You little..."

He trails off, his fists clenching as he fights the urge to follow me.

For a moment, he just stands there, his eyes dark with anger and

unfulfilled desire.

I quickly put on my shoes , grab my bag , throw on my jacket , and run out of his mansion .

Leon is standing in the hallway, fuming with anger and frustration.

He was so close to taking you, taking you completely. And then I ran away like a scared rabbit. His hands clench into fists, and he freezes for a moment, trying to pull himself together.

2 days later. I manage to hide in the city. But it feels like I'm being watched..

- In the evening, I wanted to walk along the coast..

I dressed for sports to make it more comfortable.

I leave the house and see a certain tinted car.

I try not to pay attention, but suddenly I start walking through the center of the city, and someone grabs me and closes my mouth.

- I bite his hand and say: Leon?!

The familiar voice in my ear sends shivers down my spine.

Even if I can't turn my head to see his face, I instantly recognize Leon's voice.

"You didn't think you could escape from me, did you, sweetheart?" His grip tightens, possessive and dominant.

- Asshole!

Leon grins, not relaxing his grip.

"You shouldn't have run away from me, honey. I don't like it when people don't listen to me. He pulls me closer to him, his muscular arms tensing menacingly.

"You belong to me, and I'm not going to part with what belongs to me."

At that moment, he turns me around and roughly kisses me on the lips.

His tongue penetrates inside, licking and nibbling my lower lip.

Damn... Leon...

- Leon holds me tightly, I try to resist, push him away, but his touch acts like a drug, igniting a fire in me that I cannot ignore.

Against my will, I moan softly against his lips.

Leon's kiss deepens, his hands roam over my body as if I already belong to him.

There's something possessive and almost wild about his touch, as if he's marking you as his property. I can feel his cock starting to get harder. He's pressing against me so hard it's like he's inside me right now..

A soft moan escapes my lips..

Leon takes advantage of my momentary weakness, his hands wandering over my body, leaving a burning trail of lust wherever we touch.

He breaks the kiss, his lips sliding down my neck, nibbling and sucking on the delicate skin.

Leon...

"Say my name again, dear."

His voice is commanding, demanding your obedience.

- Leon, uh, we're on the street..

He pulls away, nuzzles my neck, and says:

- I can name a lot of places where you will be at my complete disposal, without any interference. His hands continue to roam over my body, his touch hungry and demanding.

"Show me . "

- His eyes darken , he takes my chin in his hand and says :

Do you want me to show you, Princess?

" I want to . "

- OK. He picks me up, puts me in his car and we drive...

- The car is speeding through the streets, Leon's hands are gripping the steering wheel tightly. The adrenaline, the limited space, and the tension between us all add to our senses.

He glances at me from time to time, and every time there's a possessive gleam in his eyes.