Scarlett's POV
The air between us was electric, thick with the smell of the forest and the musk of what he had just done. My heart hammered against my ribs—not just from fear, but from the way my body was screaming at his presence.
"Running away, Scarlett?" he whispered, his voice a low growl. He leaned in, his nose brushing against the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. "I smelled you back there. You were watching my cock slide into her and you were dripping for it. Wishing it was you against that oak, weren't you?"
"No," I gasped, though my voice was a betraying whimper. I tried to shove his chest, but he was like a wall of solid granite. "I hate you, Leon. You're a monster."
"You hate me?" He let out a dark, mocking chuckle, his hand sliding down my waist to bunch up the expensive blue silk Lana had put me in. "Then why is your heart racing? Why are you trembling?"
