Semua Bab Possessed by the Devil: Bab 61 - Bab 70

LeonHer breath was already shaky by the time I lifted her onto the table.The edge dug into the back of her thighs, papers crumpling beneath her as I pulled her legs apart again. Her gown was halfway down her shoulders, barely clinging to her arms. Hair messy. Lips swollen. Eyes glazed like she couldn’t focus on anything but the feel of me inside her again.And that was exactly how I wanted her.I didn’t even give her time to catch her breath.I buried myself back inside her—hard. Deep. No warning. Her back arched off the table instantly, head thrown back, mouth parted in a sharp moan that echoed in the room.I gripped her hips tighter, dragging her closer to the edge of the table. Her body jolted with each thrust. Her hands scrambled behind her, trying to find something to hold onto.There was nothing soft about this.Nothing gentle.Just raw, desperate fucking.We’d barely made it through the last round in the chair, and here I was again, needing more. Needing all of her. I wanted

TamaraI remembered how casually he’d dropped the dress on the bed, like it was no big deal. Like handing someone a piece of their dignity wrapped in silk was part of his daily routine.He didn’t say anything when he gave it to me. Just the dress, a pair of heels, and a look. That cold, unreadable Leon look that said, “You’re coming with me,” even if his lips never moved.I changed into it without a word. It was short—shorter than anything I’d ever worn around him—and tight. The kind of dress that made you suck in your stomach and second-guess every step. The heels were ridiculous. Towering, glossy, screaming expensive. I didn’t ask why we were going out or where. I knew better than to question Leon when he was already two steps ahead of whatever game he was playing.Now we were at the club, and the music was vibrating through my bones. Lights flashing. Bodies pressed together in all directions. Leon moved through it like he owned the place—like he was just returning to reclaim someth

LeonIt was already taking too long.The music still blasted from the speakers. Bass rattled through the floors. But Tamara hadn’t returned yet.She said she just needed to pee. That was ten damn minutes ago.At first, I brushed it off. Maybe she got lost in the hallway or decided to touch up her makeup or stare at herself in the mirror like she sometimes did when she thought I wasn’t looking. But then my phone vibrated in my pocket.I pulled it out and saw a message from one of the men I’d planted quietly to keep an eye on her.He wasn’t supposed to make himself known. I told him to stay out of sight. Just observe. I didn’t want her thinking she was still a prisoner even outside. I wanted her to feel a bit of freedom.But this?“Don Giancarlo followed her in.”My chest tightened.I stood so fast the chair screeched behind me. The table shook. Drinks spilled.“Leon?” one of the guys asked.I didn’t answer.Didn’t fucking care what they thought. I moved fast, pushing past the crowd. My

LeonI didn’t speak the whole ride home.Not a word.My jaw had been locked the entire time, and my hand hadn’t left her thigh. She didn’t say anything either. Just leaned into me, quiet. Broken in places I couldn’t see, but I could feel it—right there, under my palm. That trembling. That silence.When we pulled up, I didn’t wait for the driver to open the door.I got out and rounded the car myself.She was still curled up, her dress halfway down her thighs, looking like something had drained the light out of her eyes.I slipped off my jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. She didn’t resist. Just looked up at me, like she didn’t know if it was okay to breathe yet.I didn’t ask.I just picked her up.One arm under her legs, the other around her back. Her body was warm but limp. She buried her face in my neck, and I felt her exhale, long and shaky, like maybe now she could finally let go.The front door was already open. I didn’t even realize I hadn’t locked it when we left earlie

Tamara"Damn, I never knew just looking at places could be this tiring," I muttered as Leon stood by the door. I’d been left to wander around while he wrapped up his meetings. We were heading back today."You look good," he said, eyes raking me from head to toe. I smiled, feeling my cheeks heat up. I wore a red dress that stopped just above my knees—the one he picked out. It surprised me how perfectly it suited me.He led me to the plane, and I dozed off barely five minutes after settling in.I only woke up when Leon tapped me gently. We’d landed, on the rooftop of his estate.I didn’t know what it was exactly, but I felt it. Right when we stepped back into the house after the trip, I felt something strange settle in my chest.It wasn’t loud. Wasn’t dramatic. It didn’t come crashing in or scream for my attention. It was quiet. A whisper kind of feeling. Like the way the air shifts before a storm. You can’t see it, but your body just knows.That something is off.But I said nothing.Le