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“How are you so sure we could ever get there?” I ask.

I feel like I already know the answer; he’s going to keep me here and hostage until I give him everything he wants.

I already feel like this will be one of those moments that gets ruined by the reminder of the situation I’ve been put in by him.

Leon leans in and kisses the back of my neck and his calloused hands trail down my body while he seemingly debates an answer that won’t ruin this moment. “You’re the same kind of fucked up that I am. I know deep down that something in you is dark, something begging to come out. I can help you. We can make all our broken pieces fit together. We can be perfect if you’d just give us the chance.” He explains.

He quickly pulls me back until my chest presses against his back and the hot water washes away all of the soap on my body. “I don’t want you to be a prisoner, I want you to be happy.” He adds.

I wish I could believe that, but the collar around my neck makes it hard to believe. Without even meaning to, I reach up and touch the collar around my neck. "It doesn't feel that way." I say sadly.

Leon spins me around until we’re chest to chest and rests his forehead against mine. “I know it doesn’t right now, but I promise this is temporary.” He says quietly.

All I can do is nod; I don't know what to say. I don't know how to feel or how to act.

It's easy to know how I'm feeling when he says things that are cruel, but when he treats me well, I feel lost. It's confusing when he treats me like we're just a regular couple having a regular day.

"Can I go back to my original plan now?" He asks.

I pick my head up, raising an eyebrow at him. I didn’t know what he planned to go back to, but then he closed the distance between us and kissed me.

The same chills run down my spine when his warm lips press into mine. It's a feeling that sends goosebumps across my skin and butterflies in my belly. His teeth dig into my lower lip, tugging on it until it reaches a painful level, and his tongue slides across the sting he created. He tugs at my wet hair hanging down my back, keeping my head tilted back so he can access my lips.

I audibly groan as the pain tugs at my scalp, but it sends a flood of arousal to my core.

It's embarrassing that a bit of pain has that effect on me, but it's where we are.

His tongue slides into my mouth the first chance he gets and it makes me realize that if I had known kissing him would have felt like this, maybe I would have done it sooner.

His spare hand grips onto my butt, squeezing roughly. I even feel his nails dig into the flesh of my cheek until he breaks the kiss when I feel like my need to suck in a breath of air becomes too much.

Leon moves to get down on his knees, but I don't want him to fall with his makeshift leg on, so I stop him. I wrap my arms around his torso to keep him standing.

"I'm not going to fall; I've lived with this leg for 20 years. Trust me." He says with another brief kiss. I think he's feeling the same way I am, that kissing each other feels like electricity and we were fools to hold off for so long.

I keep a hold of him while he drops to his knees in front of me and his eyes stay locked on me while he lifts my thigh and props it up onto his shoulder. He doesn't even break eye contact when he drags his tongue along me.

I lean my head back onto the shower wall and close my eyes while I enjoy this larger-than-life man on his knees for me.

I jerk in surprise when his lips wrap around my clit, and a jolt of both pain and pleasure courses through me.

This piercing is still so sensitive yet arousing. His tongue flicks over it and I’m torn between screaming in pain and ecstacy. Either way, I think I’d cry if he stopped.

When he sucks roughly on me, I feel like my legs are going to buckle, and I grip tightly onto his shoulder to keep my balance, but he wraps his arm around my leg and steadies me while he feasts on me.

I watch as his tongue plays with every inch of me like I am the dessert he’s been praying for all night, and I realize that this feels different than it did with Shelby.

Everything feels different than it did with her.

I feel alive, like if my hair wasn’t wet it would be sticking up from all the electricity coursing through me.

When he grips onto my butt once more, I feel his nails dig harshly into my skin and it’s a welcomed feeling alongside his tongue flicking and sucking on me in somehow perfect rhythm. “Please don’t stop.” I whine.

I hear this jerk chuckle and the vibrations go straight through me, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to lick, suck, and tease me with his tongue until I feel myself crash like an inevitable wave crashing in a storm.

I scream out and dig my nails into his hair so harshly that I’m not sure why he’s not complaining, but he doesn’t stop or even slow down while I violently cum on his face.

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