His Revenge (Smoke & Mirrors Duet #1)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

LEO

“There are very few things I can count on in my life but my dick and my best friend always come through for me.”

S oft humming wakes me from my sleep. Someone is in my house. I wipe the sleep from my eyes, trying to understand what’s happening. I sit up straight and pull on sweats and a shirt before grabbing my gun from the side table. Then, suddenly everything from last night hits me. Coming home to find her and my father in the living room. He said that since we were to be married soon, we should get used to living together. The sun has barely risen and I did not get enough sleep.

Opening my bedroom door I smell bacon with undertones of flowers. It is unbridled and her. I use that scent to lead me to my bride-to-be, stalking her desperately to understand what her game is in all of this. Based on what I know from her corpse of a bodyguard, her father was awful to her and everyone else. The first thing I see is her pale beautiful legs fully on display. Her supple thighs are exposed, making my mouth water. Shit. She is the enemy. She is part of my revenge. I force my jaw closed and try to force my eyes upward when I see it across her shoulder blades. “De Luca.” She is wearing Rome’s fucking shirt. My whole world stops and everything goes quiet while I spiral. Has he fucked her? Where did she get this shirt? Why would she wear this in my house? She is mine.

“Ah, Leo, you scared me,” she breathlessly utters. I cannot see through the rage that is boiling through me. I see the moment my rage resonates in her eyes as she shrinks against the stove, turning off the heat. Her face is flushed like she is surprised at my presence in my own home. I take a step toward her and she steps around me to leave the kitchen. Timid little butterfly. As she tries to escape my hand wraps around the hem of that fucking shirt.

“What are you wearing in my house?” I seethe. Turning to pin her on to the breakfast bar, I can feel her tremble with trepidation. My other hand finds its way to the hem of the shirt and I smirk. She doesn’t answer, but the fear in her eyes speaks volumes. The beast in me roars at seeing her like this, fearful and submissive. Grasping the shirt tightly I rip it off in moments.

“Leo, no, I'm sorry, please don’t-” She stammers before my shirt comes over my head revealing my bare chest. Pulling the shirt I was wearing over her head, I don't miss the subtle flinch. We are going to have to talk about that if we are going to share space, but for now, she needs to be punished. I turn her to face the bar before whispering

“Butterfly, put your hands on the counter.”

She stares at me in utter disbelief, blinks, and then decides to follow my instructions.

Smiling I respond, “Good girl, Butterfly, now I am going to ask you questions and I expect honest complete answers. Do you understand?”

“What happens if I don’t?” She whispers back like she is afraid of the answer.

“If you don't answer or leave something out I will spank the luscious ass of my soon-to-be wife,” I chuckle, but I can feel my dick tenting these sweats. Her beautiful porcelain legs are on display, and the shorts she is wearing do not leave much to the imagination.

“Why are you wearing a shirt with another man's name on it in my house?” I utter in her ear waiting for her to answer me.

“It was in the closet,” she whispers back at me. Wait, she had bags when she came in last night. Why did she need a shirt that was in the closet? Rome must have left it here one night and the maids cleaned it and put it in the room he usually stays in.

“Didn’t you bring clothes with you, Butterfly?” I inquire, trying to understand why she needed something. Her family is just as wealthy as mine. The tips of her ears start to turn red. She is blushing and ashamed, and now I need this answer more than before. One firm swat lands on her perfect ass. It jiggles in a mesmerizing way and now my dick is painfully hard. She makes a quiet groan like she is trying not to let it be known if that caused her pain.

“Butterfly, this would all just be easier if you answered me” I chide in her ear.

“My father sent me with only lingerie and formal wear. Women are for bedding and being decorative in the community and nothing else. Since he considers me a present to you in exchange for this alliance I was not permitted anything that wouldn't be appealing to my future husband,” She whispers, ashamed to be carted off like this. Every muscle in my body goes rigid at the admittance. The icing on the cake is that she steels herself preparing for a strike. Turning her around, I tuck a hair behind her ear. She is looking down subserviently but I don’t like it. Using my left hand I cup her chin and bring her gaze to mine.

After a moment, I say “I will never hit you out of anger. There are rules and you will always know the consequences before a punishment is executed. I may be the Angel of Death but I am not a monster and I will not beat you. Make no mistake, I am not your friend, but I will be your husband. Take the notepad on the bar in front of you and write down what you need. I will have someone obtain what is on the list.” I shouldn’t care that she flinched when I said I would not take her to my bed. She is already in my house where no woman other than my housekeepers and sister have been.

From behind I can see the wet spot on her shorts and it is taking all of my resolve not to take her from behind. I know that I promised I would not fuck her, but I don’t think my tongue was included in that deal. Just one taste. I cage her into the bar and find the waistband of her shorts and yank them down, splitting them at the seams. I would buy her more, hell, I would buy her anything she asked for if I can just have one taste of her nectar. Using my hands, I lift her onto the island right where we shared our first dinner before spreading her knees. The wetness pooling below her grows as I graze the column on her neck.

Cupping her chin, I bring her lips to mine in a kiss that breaks every boundary I have ever set with a woman. Using her neck to push her back onto the island I bite her lip as the kiss comes to an end. Working my way from her neck down her stomach and nibbling on her thighs, my dick has its own heartbeat. I am going to need to relieve some of the pressure before I lose all cognizant thought. Pressing soft kisses and tender bites, I work my way up her inner thigh to her glistening pussy. Closing my eyes, I savor the first taste of her and it is better than I could have imagined. Using my hand on myself I circle her clit with my tongue until she can barely keep her legs open. She is on the precipice of cumming for me and I won't stop until I can taste it. The shaking in her legs tells me that I am driving her wild.

“What do you need, Butterfly?” I ask, trying to keep the beast inside me in a cage. Shifting my tongue from her clit to her entrance, I push inside of her. The wild mewling sounds that are coming from her at this moment are borderline inhumane. Finally, she clenches my tongue with her cunt and I feel the pre-cum dripping in my boxers. The splash of her sweetness is enough to intoxicate me. I’ve had other pussy, but nothing that even comes close to hers. What am I doing? How could I choose this? I don't even know her intentions yet and I am already lost between her legs.

“I,” she breathes.

“Need,” she exhales

“More,” spoken like a prayer on her lips. She needs more of me. I am driving her to the edge of her desire and my pants are still on.

“Your wish is my command,” I say as I move my hand from my shaft to her entrance. Licking my way back to her clit, I slowly insert a finger in her, letting her accommodate the intrusion. Her head falls back in pleasure as she loses the ability to speak words. I need her to cum for me again. Nibbling on the bundle of nerves while adding a second finger I feel the way her back arches off the counter and then it happens.

She screams my name and I damn near cum in my pants. Her cumming is an image I could stare at for days. Placing a gentle kiss on her inner thigh, the reality catches up with me. I don’t know what her intentions for me are and I am basically on my knees for her. I have never bowed to a woman in my life. She is different, but until I know what her intentions are I cannot lose myself in her.

“Don’t ruin your breakfast, I already had mine,” I utter with a smile as I walk to the gym, leaving her on the counter coming down from her orgasm. I grab the list from the counter to send to my house keeper with all of her needs and I send Rome a message with a list of tech items she deserves to have. My Butterfly only asked for essential items except the last thing on the list. She wants an e-reader to enjoy more books than the walls of this house can hold.

The work out clothes are so I can make sure she can protect herself. Her body is perfect the way it is. There is not a curve, freckle or scar I need her to change. If she wants to change something I will get every tool, specialist, and resource I can find for her. She may not be a damsel in distress based upon our current interactions, but I would feel more secure if I knew she could defend herself. Her father assigned her a bodyguard to spy and manipulate her but did she really need his protection. Armed with the knowledge that I don’t have to be her last line of defense, I will be able to take down the bigger threats with greater focus instead of spreading my focus to handle every potential threat. Running through my warm up, my mind keeps going back to her and all I can taste is the sweetest sin on my lips.