again had the sickening suspicion that this was all part of some plan concocted with her father. Lead him on and drop the bombshell. But then he remembered the look of abject horror mixed with disgust on her face when heâd suggested that. It had been too real to ignore. Sheâd said her father hadnât even been there, and that would be easy enough to prove. Something uncomfortable lodged in Leoâs chest.
He sat down on the edge of his bed and dropped his headfor a moment. How the hell did someone like her remain a virgin till the age of twenty-four? For some reason he wasnât prepared to look too closely at why that might be.
He suddenly remembered when theyâd been in the study the previous evening. Heâd brought her to certain orgasm, or very close. Heâd been disgusted to find himself so out of control in that moment. Bringing a fully-clothed woman to orgasmâa woman who had just been caught stealing from his family! At the time heâd dismissed her reaction, not believing it, thinking she was acting. But if her reaction had been genuine it would explain the shocked look on her face, her embarrassment.
Hadnât he felt compelled to pour her that drink? And then her agitation had led her to knock the glass out of his handâ¦Leo looked up again at the door sheâd just walked through. The certainty hit him that she was telling the truth. You couldnât fake that kind of innocence.
He was angryâangry with himself for not noticing the signs. He was a connoisseur of women, and yet heâd kissed and held an innocent in his arms and hadnât even noticed. Because heâd been too inflamed. That was the truth. The minute he came within a foot of Angel his brain started to melt and hormones took over. Out of control. He grimaced. As evidenced by everything leading up to this moment.
When sheâd stopped him it had taken more strength than heâd known he possessed to pull back from her lithe, firm body. Heâd nearly exploded just seeing her breasts revealed, two beautifully shaped firm mounds, tipped with those small, hard nipples, enticing him to lick and explore.
Already the fire was building in his body again. And something else. The realisation that no other man had discovered the intimate secrets of Angelâs body. A curious bubbling feeling made Leoâs chest expand.
Leo realised that every other man they encountered in Athens might want Angel, but he would know that they hadnât been her lover⦠She was a virgin, and she was his. He had the power in his hands to make her uniquely his. Something deeply primitive within him thrilled at the sound of those words, at their implicationâ¦
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To Angelâs horror, as soon as she stepped under the spray of her shower, weak hot tears started falling down her cheeks, followed by gut-wrenching sobs. She pressed her hands to her face. She couldnât believe she was feeling this way. She couldnât believe that Leo, a man she barely knew, was so far under her skin that he had the power to hurt her like this, when she had every reason to hate him. How could she want someone like him to want her? Why wasnât she happy sheâd scored a point? Even she had seen that sheâd dented his insufferable confidence for one moment. Stopped him in his tracksâ¦
Angel eventually turned off the shower and stepped out, shivering slightly despite the heat. She roughly towel-dried her hair and pulled on a voluminous robe that was hanging on the back of the door, not even drying herself properly.
She felt flat and empty. Achilles had turned away from her in disgust when heâd discovered her virginity, when heâd known that she couldnât please him. But Achilles had been a boy. Leo Parnassus was a man. Sheâd been right to worry; it was so obvious now that he would want nothing to do with a novice.
Angel felt nauseous. Had he been so repulsed? But why else would he
He sat down on the edge of his bed and dropped his headfor a moment. How the hell did someone like her remain a virgin till the age of twenty-four? For some reason he wasnât prepared to look too closely at why that might be.
He suddenly remembered when theyâd been in the study the previous evening. Heâd brought her to certain orgasm, or very close. Heâd been disgusted to find himself so out of control in that moment. Bringing a fully-clothed woman to orgasmâa woman who had just been caught stealing from his family! At the time heâd dismissed her reaction, not believing it, thinking she was acting. But if her reaction had been genuine it would explain the shocked look on her face, her embarrassment.
Hadnât he felt compelled to pour her that drink? And then her agitation had led her to knock the glass out of his handâ¦Leo looked up again at the door sheâd just walked through. The certainty hit him that she was telling the truth. You couldnât fake that kind of innocence.
He was angryâangry with himself for not noticing the signs. He was a connoisseur of women, and yet heâd kissed and held an innocent in his arms and hadnât even noticed. Because heâd been too inflamed. That was the truth. The minute he came within a foot of Angel his brain started to melt and hormones took over. Out of control. He grimaced. As evidenced by everything leading up to this moment.
When sheâd stopped him it had taken more strength than heâd known he possessed to pull back from her lithe, firm body. Heâd nearly exploded just seeing her breasts revealed, two beautifully shaped firm mounds, tipped with those small, hard nipples, enticing him to lick and explore.
Already the fire was building in his body again. And something else. The realisation that no other man had discovered the intimate secrets of Angelâs body. A curious bubbling feeling made Leoâs chest expand.
Leo realised that every other man they encountered in Athens might want Angel, but he would know that they hadnât been her lover⦠She was a virgin, and she was his. He had the power in his hands to make her uniquely his. Something deeply primitive within him thrilled at the sound of those words, at their implicationâ¦
Â
To Angelâs horror, as soon as she stepped under the spray of her shower, weak hot tears started falling down her cheeks, followed by gut-wrenching sobs. She pressed her hands to her face. She couldnât believe she was feeling this way. She couldnât believe that Leo, a man she barely knew, was so far under her skin that he had the power to hurt her like this, when she had every reason to hate him. How could she want someone like him to want her? Why wasnât she happy sheâd scored a point? Even she had seen that sheâd dented his insufferable confidence for one moment. Stopped him in his tracksâ¦
Angel eventually turned off the shower and stepped out, shivering slightly despite the heat. She roughly towel-dried her hair and pulled on a voluminous robe that was hanging on the back of the door, not even drying herself properly.
She felt flat and empty. Achilles had turned away from her in disgust when heâd discovered her virginity, when heâd known that she couldnât please him. But Achilles had been a boy. Leo Parnassus was a man. Sheâd been right to worry; it was so obvious now that he would want nothing to do with a novice.
Angel felt nauseous. Had he been so repulsed? But why else would he
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