Scarlett's POV
I gasped, my breath hitching as I was forced to face my own reflection. I stood there completely naked, my skin flushed a deep rose, my hair a wild tangle, and my eyes wide with a mix of shame and desperate longing.
Leo stepped up behind me, his massive frame dwarfing mine. He didn't look away. He stared at me through the mirror, our eyes locking in the silvered glass. His hands came around my waist, and I watched—paralyzed—as his fingers disappeared back between my thighs.
The sight of it was more overwhelming than the touch itself. I watched his fingers slide into my wet, swollen pussy, over and over, while his thumb worked my clit with a brutal, steady rhythm.
"Look at yourself, Scarlett," he hissed into my ear, his breath scorching. "Look at how much you want this."
