Chapter 28: Not A Gentleman

Chapter 28

Anna’s eyes flew wide in shock. It felt like time paused at that moment as she watched him rip her nightie off with his manly strength.

He covered her completely. She felt so small underneath him, underneath those wild gray orbs. He was the only thing she could see, feel, and even smell. His cologne wrapped her completely as she stared in a daze.

Yes, it was all her fault. She told him to back off, but she had come here on her own. She hadn’t thought things through. She had been worried after seeing his wound, but she hadn’t foreseen the outcome. She hadn’t seen this coming at all.

She saw a great amount of hunger in those orbs, and it felt like she had willingly sacrificed herself to him.

His eyes latched on her now-exposed breasts, and she raised her trembling hands to his shoulder—a flimsy attempt to push him away—but it all ended with both her hands being pinned above her head.

His nose trailed down the valley of her breasts. His warm breath made her toes curl. No, this was wrong. She shouldn’t be doing this, not when she was in love with another—

“Ahh,” she let out a sharp cry as she felt his coarse tongue on her nipple. He took a slow swipe—deliberately torturing her.

All thoughts of Rocco flew out the window when she felt his hand on her breast. While his tongue stayed busy with one, his hand gently massaged the other.

Anna gasped, her breath becoming labored as she felt a strange heat pool between her legs.

Her back arched. She writhed in pleasure as his lips and tongue did ministrations on her, her erect nipples a sign of the pleasure he was giving her.

A loud moan tore through her lips once his lips found her other nipple. She cried out as he licked and sucked on it. Her lips parted. Never had she thought such a great amount of pleasure existed. She wanted more—she wanted him.

His hand flew to her exposed thigh, squeezing and caressing the soft flesh as he placed kisses down her stomach. Anna was a mess; her whole mind was in disarray.

His movements were fast, possessive, and something more—something she couldn’t explain, but she just needed more, more of what he was doing with his finger.

She felt him bury his face in the crook of her neck, biting, sucking, licking the tender skin. Anna folded completely as she felt his bare chest on hers.

She gasped, cried, writhed, and moaned once his hand flew back to her breast, squeezing with so much tenderness, his hot coarse tongue constantly swiping on her buds.

Anna felt overwhelmed. She could only wriggle in pleasure while his tongue did as it pleased with her body.

……………

Anna clutched the duvet, using it to cover the upper part of her body as she stared up at him while he took out a shirt from his closet.

Her cheeks burned from embarrassment. She felt exhausted, and all she wanted was a nap.

Her eyes remained fixed on the broad back as they took in the tattoo of a bouquet of roses on his back. Every part of his body was well-sculpted, like the gods had singled him out and single-handedly sculpted him themselves.

Right now, she didn’t even know what happened—why she let Leone touch her the way he did—or worse of all, that she actually enjoyed it. She had never felt that way before. No man had ever made her feel that way. This was all new to her, and at that moment she wanted nothing but to let herself feel—feel everything he had offered to her.

Now all she was left with was the tingling sensation of his lips, and his hot tongue was still on her nipples, like she was still under the mercy of his sinful lips and his flaming eyes.

Her breath caught in her throat when he began walking towards her. “You don’t have to hide,” he chuckled.

He sat on a chair next to the bedside, but Anna was too embarrassed to even stare at him, while it seemed like he was having the ultimate pleasure of watching her go red.

“Here.” She slowly turned to look at him, and she saw he had picked out one of his shirts for her.

Anna slowly took it and muttered a thank you. She stared at him, expecting him to turn away so she could wear it like a gentleman would, but for some reason she kept forgetting this was Leone, and there was nothing gentle about him.

“Right, don’t mind me .” He yanked the shirt from her, and Anna gasped. What was he doing? He certainly didn’t expect she would return back to the Don’s mansion without a shirt, did he?

Her eyes flew wide once he yanked the duvet from her also, baring her to his sight once again. “Don’t mind my manners. I should help you wear it, right?”

Her hands instantly flew to cover her chest, and he tilted his head, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes.

This psychopath. “I…” Her words hung midway because in the next second, she found herself sitting on his lap. Her eyes flew wide, her breath shaky as she molded perfectly into his large frame.

Anna couldn’t talk anymore. She was too tired to argue, and all she could do was helplessly let him put his shirt on her.

Now well covered, her eyes looked up at him—only to fall and rest on his sinful lips. He leaned in further until his face was once again buried in the crook of her neck.

He began sucking on the tender flesh once more, biting and licking the spot. Anna clutched his muscular arms. One of his hands was wrapped around her waist, and the other was placed at her lower back to keep her steady.

Anna moaned helplessly. She wanted to escape, be as far away from this man as possible, but he kept drawing her into a whirlpool of pleasure.

“Leone,” she breathed tiredly. Her head fell on his chest, her eyes shut as she fell asleep in his arms.