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The Blackmail Clause

Author: mr_dutta
last update publish date: 2026-07-07 23:20:09

Gia’s back hit the cold stone balustrade, the rough marble biting through the thin silk of her top. Leo didn't stop until he was inches away, a solid wall of pure, furious heat blocking out the rest of the world. The dark, sweet scent of bourbon and raw sandalwood rolled off him, entirely overwhelming her senses.

"What do you care who I talk to, Leo?" Gia fired back, her voice shaking but her eyes defiant as she forced herself to look up into his dark, unyielding stare. "You don't own me. Go back inside to your friends."

"You spent the last hour trying to see how far you could push me, Gia," Leo murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against her skin. He stepped flush against her, his thigh pinning hers against the railing, completely trapping her. "Letting him touch you, looking right at me while he did it. You wanted to know what would happen? Well, look at me."

"I don't want you," she lied, her chest heaving, her breath catching as his shadow completely consumed her.

"Liar," Leo whispered.

His hand came up, his long fingers wrapping firmly around her jaw. He tilted her face upward, his thumb pressing hard against her bottom lip with a dominant, quiet intensity. The brief touch sent a sharp, electric jolt straight down her spine. "You've been watching me from the dark for months, pretending you're too innocent for this world. But we both know the truth."

"Leo, stop..."

He didn't give her the chance to finish. Driven by weeks of coiled friction, Leo bent his head and slammed his mouth onto hers.

The kiss was a fierce, demanding claim that completely shattered every boundary she had desperately tried to build. It was hot, unforgiving, and possessive, bruising her lips as he forced her to taste the reckless desire he’d been hiding behind his arrogant smirks.

Gia gasped in surprise, intending to push him away, but the moment her mouth parted, Leo took absolute advantage, deepening the kiss with an intensity that made her head spin. A soft, helpless whimper escaped her throat. Her hands, which had risen to push against his bare chest, lost all their strength, her fingers curling tightly into the fabric of his slate-grey shirt instead. She was surrendering, and they both knew it.

Leo let out a low growl, his grip on her jaw tightening as his other hand slid down her waist, gripping her hip with a bruising force to pull her entirely against his lower body. The explicit, rigid heat of his frame pressing into her left no doubt about exactly what he wanted.

Suddenly, a heavy beam of a flashlight cut through the darkness of the terrace, accompanied by the sound of crunching gravel nearby.

"Hey! Who's out there? Campus security, the terrace is off-limits after midnight!" a gruff voice shouted from the gardens below.

Gia broke the kiss, her heart leaping into her throat in pure, suffocating panic. If they were caught like this, if the foundation board found out she was fooling around with the chairman’s son, her scholarship would be revoked instantly. She would be ruined. "Leo, someone's coming," she breathed, her lips wet and tingling, her chest heaving as she tried to pull away.

Instead of backing off, Leo grabbed her waist and pulled her deeper into the pitch-black shadow of a massive concrete pillar, his large body completely shielding her from view. He pressed his front entirely against hers, his hand flying over her mouth to muffle her frantic breathing.

Through the thin fabric of her jeans, she could feel the hard, unyielding ridge of his desire pressing tightly against her thigh. It was an incredibly explicit, dangerous proximity. Every time she took a breath, her chest rubbed against his, sending sparks of raw electricity straight to her core.

The security guard’s footsteps came up the steps, the flashlight beam sweeping across the stone floor, passing just inches from where they stood hidden in the dark alcove. Gia froze, her eyes wide with terror, her body trembling. Leo looked down at her, his eyes dark, heavy, and completely unbothered by the threat of being caught. In fact, a wicked, thrilling smirk touched his lips as he looked at her panic.

He reached into his pocket with his free hand, his knuckles brushing against her thigh as he pulled out his phone. He turned the screen toward her face.

Gia’s breath died completely.

It was a text message sent to his personal device just a minute ago from an encrypted number. The attachment was a crystal-clear photo of the two of them kissing against the railing, shot through the hedges from a low angle. Below the image was a single, chilling sentence: 'Does the Vance Foundation know their top academic scholarship recipient is sleeping her way to the boardroom?'

"We aren't the only ones watching you in the dark, little girl," Leo whispered against her ear, his hand slowly lowering from her mouth as the security guard's footsteps finally faded away. His thumb trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire. "Someone wants to destroy you. And the only way your future stays safe... is if you stay with me."

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