Leonel~~~Ava looks like she’s about to collapse beside Helen.“I didn’t—I shouldn’t—she was going to kill you! I—I—”I rush towards Ava, cupping her cheeks and forcing her to face me. We have to act. Fast.“It’s okay, mi Valienta, it’s okay. She’s not dead,” I say quickly, rubbing a thumb across her face to let her know it’s okay. She’s still shaking, looking at Helen bleed out on my floor, and I take that as her being stable enough for me to figure this out.“Room Hack Center, override last command.” It takes a second, but the lights in my room blink back on.Now I can see Ava more clearly. She’s kneeling by Helen, whispering over and over, “I didn’t mean to. I swear I didn’t…”“Ava!” I cry, snapping her out of it. She looks at me with grieving green eyes. “She’s bleeding out. We have to help her!”The issue is, I can’t take her to Aurum. With Evelyn and Oliver there, too many questions will be asked, and any other hospital outside my jurisdiction is too risky. Ava’s ex and his men
Leonel~~~I wake up with Ava’s arm wrapped around my bare torso. Her face is the first thing that greets me, with her small, full mouth open slightly as she snores gently.She seems at peace, which is more than I could say for the last couple of days. Ava has always been a little on edge, ready to whip out her knife even in her sleep, but when Oliver was shot, this worsened.Now, by my side, she seems like she’s really sleeping. It makes me wake up a little calm.“Mi Valienta,” I whisper, reaching to smooth down some of her red hair that is in disarray. I also fix the strap of her nightgown that had come down to expose her bare breast during our sexual session last night.After I gave her head, let’s just say she “returned the favour.” And even though I know our rooms are soundproof, I still feared the staff would hear the sound of my groans as Ava swallowed my cock.I came this close to asking her for sex last night, but I wouldn’t dare if I didn’t think she was ready. And with so m
Ava ~~~ His hands are back on my ass, pulling me more flush against him, and I moan into the kiss, opening my mouth for him so our tongues can dance to the tune of our bodies. He’s going to kill a man for me, I think as Leonel pulls away from me and grazes hot kisses down my neck, careful not to mark me so that my ex doesn’t know we’ve been together. He groans loudly into the side of my neck, sniffing and then resting his head there, as if he cannot get enough of my smell. “Everything about you tastes so good, mi Valienta,” he mumbles hoarsely where his head is placed. His stubble prickles me slightly, causing sparks to lick across my skin where he’s resting. I reach for the hem of his shirt, the pressure building in my pussy beginning to intensify, and he raises his hands for me, using his hard body to hold me against the wall so I don’t fall. I pull off the shirt, gasping at the lines of muscle on his chest, the sharp dip of his v-line that teases at his massive cock, just be
Ava ~~~ At first, I think he’s joking. His eyes don’t turn down. They don’t even flinch as he says it: “I’m going to kill him.” But the longer he stares at me, waiting for my response, the more I realize that every word he’s uttered was serious. He’s truly going to kill him if I give him the go-ahead. “Ava,” he says after a long silence passes, “I mean it.” My body doesn’t know how to react. I’ve spent so long on the defensive, running from my ex, that I never thought I’d have the chance to be on the offense—killing him. I’ve never considered he could die. As much as I hate him, something about how much control my ex has had over my life has made me view him as immortal. Some days, it feels like he’s the only constant in my life, as terrible as he is. And sometimes, when I pictured my future, all I pictured was running away from him better. I never saw him being out of my life completely. But here is Leonel, offering me that chance. I gulp, still wrapped up in him, and try
Ava ~~~ Leonel kicks the door shut behind him, deepening the kiss with so much intensity it forces me to stumble back with him. I sigh into the kiss, my fingers finding the familiar waves of his dark hair and tangling in them easily. I break from him briefly, only so I can murmur, “I want you.” “I always want you,” he mumbles back, pressing our lips together again without missing a beat. His deep voice sends a wave of desire to torture my clit. I’m suddenly aware of the flimsy nightgown I’m wearing, how it stops mid-thigh and is a single layer of red lacy fabric, and there’s nothing I want more than for Leonel to tear it off. I want no barriers between us, physically and more. I feel his hands trail down my body desperately, caressing every curve. I shiver as his practiced fingers trace the peak of my cleavage, run down the contours of my body, and even with this silk nightgown separating us, the feeling of his hands on me is electric. Finally, his palms rest on my hips, pul
Ava~~~I’m going to sleep with my ex.I think about this for the next three days and struggle with it through all my daily activities.Remembering what I’ll gain by doing so, Oliver’s life and my safety, makes me feel a little better, but looking at Leonel since the day I decided I would sleep with my ex is almost too much for me.I never confirmed it to him, and he never asked, but the silence that has settled between us since that day speaks for itself.It’s been three days, meaning we have three days until we have to host the Soirée, and the gathering itself is one of the only distractions I welcome.We go to the event hall to monitor the setup of the Soirée, then the hospital to monitor Oliver’s increasing progress, and finally, by the time we get back home, it’s too late for either of us to have “the conversation” about me having sex with my ex, so we say goodnight and part ways.The only thing he did other than this was finally shut down the cameras in my room, and the wave of