The Heirs: A New Gamble

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Sophie

I swallow and tighten my eyes shut, wondering if the earth could just swallow me whole.

Leo isn't having that, apparently.

He flips me so I'm on my back and he hovers over me. His eyes scan mine, a look of terror mixed with anger, mixed with something else all-together. It might be compassion, but it's gone before I can register it.

"You're a virgin."

"I..." I whisper, blinking back wild tears.

He grips the area between my shoulder and neck and pulls me up so I am forced to look into his eyes. I wince at the pain between my legs.

"Why didn't you say that on the fucking waiver?" he growls.

"I..." I bite my lip, unsure what to say.

"Why?" he demands.

I shake my head, unable to speak.

Leo growls in anger and frustration. He's still painfully hard, and when I look at his erection, I see it coated with my blood. Gulping, I stare between my legs where my thighs are now smeared with it, too.

He sits back on the balls of his feet and looks off into the distance, huffing an annoyed laugh. I feel mortified. I've never seen Leo stunned like this. Or this angry. His brows are furrowed, his hair becomes a mess as he runs a hand through it and grips the roots.

"You're not...you want to lose it like this?" he asks quietly.

I nod, still unable to speak.

He huffs another humorless laugh and makes a move to leave.

I reach out and grab his bicep, clinging to him.

"Please," I whisper. "Finish what you started. You've already taken it. You might as well finish the job."

"You don't know what you're asking," he growls.

"I do. I know exactly what I want. Don't insult me by saying I don't know what I want, Leo."

Leo looks into my eyes, considering me for a moment. He must see my sincerity because his eyes flare with desire again.

"This is really what you want?" he asks quietly. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was concerned for me.

I nod. "Yes. I want it just like this. To lose control...I...thought you'd get that."

Leo runs a hand through his glorious black hair again. He shakes his head a bit, but to my great thrill, he crawls back over me. He takes my wrists in one of his hands and pins them up over my head.

I open my mouth to reassure him that this is fine, but it's not necessary because he pushes his cock inside of me in one, long, harsh thrust yet again.

I cry out at the sting of the pain.

Leo gives me no time to adjust.

When I told him this is what I wanted, he took it literally. He knows exactly what I crave, what I need. The pain. The liberation. The humiliation. The loss of control and self. The feeling of being just used for pleasure. The rawness of it all.