Scarlett's POV
I tried to push his shoulders, to find some strength to fight him off, but my body was a traitor. The moment Leo's lips touched mine, a fire ignited in my blood that I couldn't put out.
He didn't care about my protests. He moved lower, his mouth finding the sensitive peak of my breast. When he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, I felt a sharp, electric jolt shoot straight between my legs. I tried to swallow my moan, but it broke free, sounding small and desperate in the quiet room.
"Leo... please," I gasped, my fingers digging into his thick hair. I didn't know if I was telling him to stop or to never let go.
He ignored me, his eyes dark with a hunger that terrified me. His hand slid down my stomach, the silk of my dress fluttering to the floor in rags. He reached the lace of my panties and didn't bother sliding them off—he simply hooked his fingers and tore them apart.
