Alessia's Pov
I was shaking, I didn't want anything more than Leo at the moment that I thought I was going crazy.
His lips were busted, he had a scratch at the side of his eyes, he looked a bit bloody but his black shirt was doing a good job of covering it all up.
He was pissed, I couldn't deny that and he had every right to but it didn't stop the lust in his eyes, seeing how flushed and needy I was was a fucking sweet torture to him as well. I know it, too fucking well that he swallowed hard.
“Get on the Bed…Now.” I scramble to my feet, the order twisting something inside me. Something so primal and raw, I can’t find a name for it. I make the short trip to the edge of bed but before I can reach it, he grabs me by the thin strap of my dress and pulls down the zipper, then yanks the material down my arms, sending my butterfly pendant flying. It’s a full yank of lust and anger, no mercy or softness whatsoever.
LEO'S POVI couldn't resist anymore as my body was wound tight as a loaded gun, every muscle tense with need. Two weeks of denying myself, and now, looking at her spread before me like a feast, I was done pretending I had any control left. I was so hard that it hurt.My gaze dropped to her swollen clit, glistening and eager, practically begging for my attention. I licked my lips, hunger clawing through me like a beast. No matter how furious I was, I couldn't deny the raw intensity she pulled from me—the pleasure that only Alessia could ignite in my blood.But she needed to learn and understand that betrayal came with consequences.So Instead of giving her what she wanted or what we both wanted…I reached for her ankles, lifting her legs high. Her breath caught, eyes widening as I grabbed my belt from where I'd discarded it."Leo, what are you—""Quiet," I commanded, my voice rough as gravel. I wrapped the leather around her ankles, binding them together, her legs pressed tight. "You w
Leo's Pov For a moment, she just stared at me with her chest rising and falling rapidly. Then, slowly, she turned and walked to the bed. Each step was deliberate and her hips was swaying in a way that made my blood boil. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.She climbed onto the mattress, her movements graceful despite the tension crackling between us. She sat first, looking back at me over her shoulder, uncertainty flickering in her eyes."Don't make me repeat myself," I said, my voice cold and commanding.She shifted, lying back against the pillows, her legs parting slowly. The sight alone nearly broke me. Holy fuck she was beautiful. And she was mine, even if I was too furious to admit it out loud.I moved to the foot of the bed, standing there like a king surveying his kingdom. "Wider."Her face flushed, but she obeyed, spreading her legs further. The room light cast shadows across her skin, highlighting every curve, every dip. I could see how much she wanted this, wanted m
LEO'S POVThe air in the suite was suffocating, thick with tension and unspoken desire. Alessia stood before me, naked and I hated myself for the way my body betrayed me. I've been playing this game for two weeks, two goddamn weeks of keeping my distance, and here she was, destroying my resolve with nothing but her presence."Look at me, Leo."Her voice was a seductive command and like a fool, I obeyed. My gaze traveled shamelessly down her body from the curve of her breasts which were full and perfect, the dip of her waist that flared into hips made for sin, and lower still, to the glistening evidence of her desire. Everything was intact. Everything was mine, even if I wanted to deny it.My jaw clenched as I fought the primal urge to cross the room and claim what belonged to me. "Do you think this changes anything?" My voice came out rougher than I intended, betraying the war inside me.She didn't answer, just held my gaze with those dark, challenging eyes. "You cost me everything,
Alessia's PovI stare at my phone, thumb hovering over Leo’s number. My heart is pounding, but not from fear—at least, not the kind he’s used to. I need him home.I need to see him, to talk to him, to feel that wild, unhinged energy that only he brings. I’m tired of being ignored, tired of being left in this gilded cage with nothing but my own thoughts and the ghosts of his touch.So I do the only thing I know will work. I dial his number, and when he answers, his voice is all steel and smoke.“Alessia?”I let my voice tremble, just a little. “Leo, I think someone’s outside. I—I heard something. I’m scared.”There’s a pause, a sharp inhale, and then his tone drops, lethal and cold. “Stay where you are. Don’t move. I’m coming.”The line goes dead. I let out a shaky breath, guilt twisting in my stomach. I know I shouldn’t have lie
Leo’s POVLater that night…I returned home like a storm waiting to be unleashed. Pero met me at the gate with his usual scowl.“She didn’t move. Didn’t eat much either. Spent most of the day crying in your room.”“Good,” I said, walking past him. “If she’s still crying by tomorrow, get her out of the room and call Tyler. I need him here too if he's free.”He didn’t laugh.l but just nodded, Pero never did, one of the things he learnt from me till I met Alessia.I slammed open the door to my bedroom and she was sitting on the floor, curled up against the wall, wearing one of my black T-shirts and nothing else. Her legs pulled to her chest, eyes red, lips trembling.“Are you done pretending you didn’t fuck me over?” I asked, voice low and dangerous but she didn’t answer.I walked over and knelt in front of her, gripping her chin. “You know what I do to rats, baby?”“Leo… can you just stop this?”I squeezed harder. “I skin them….live. I make necklaces out of their teeth.”She didn’t flin
Leo’s POVShe fucking ruined me.My wife, my fucking obsession whom I chosed myself. It wasn't supposed to sting but it does. I spoilt her way too much but why did she hate me to fucking leak a very important Intel that was going to bring down my Empire.We had to leave the city at the moment, it was a mess. I needed to think, to re-strategize and clear my name for a while. I had doctors checked on Alessia, dressed her wounds and I hope she remembers every fucking night of her life how I fucked her, fuck me!Why does it look like I was the one who kept remembering how she fell apart in my arms?It's been weeks now and I've tried to keep her at arms length. Was it working? yes! Was I okay? No! It was missing with my fucking brains but I needed to put boundaries.But she still had the audacity to walk around my penthouse like she didn’t detonate a bomb in my fucking chest.I ignored her. Stone-fucking-cold and no smirks. No sarcasm and no fingers tracing the curve of her ass when she wa