Before she could gather her bearings, Leonel was upon her, his shirt quickly discarded as he flooded the room with Light.
The brightness stung her eyes, aggravating her.
Annoyed, she lashed out, branding him a pervert.
Hovering over her, Leonel locked eyes with her, his voice barely above a whisper.
âNot digging the spotlight, huh? Or maybe youâre just shy? I thought we were past that, babe.
I thought we were all about honesty.
â
âBastard!â
After spitting out a curse, Alexis shut her eyes, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath.
Her struggle seemed to ignite a wildfire of lust in Leonelâs eyes.
Maybe heâd been holding back for too long, or maybe he was just itching for a reaction from Alexis, but he came on strong at first.
Then, he got downright filthy.
No husband should treat his wife like this.
At the start, Alexis fought back, but eventually, she turned away, letting him have his wayâ¦
Her refusal to cooperate only made things worse for herself.
From start to finish, Alexis endured, her expression a mask of displeasure.
This pissed Leonel off royally.
When he hit his peak excitement, he gripped her body and f@cked her relentlessly.
In the same breath, he whispered, âYou belong to me.
Always have, always will.
Donât you dare think about anyone else!â
But Alexis didnât respond.
Her body felt numb, yet her thoughts were crystal clear.
She found herself wondering how things with Leonel had gotten to this stage.
Once it all ended, Leonel flicked off the lights, plunging the room into darkness.
Alexis lay there, quietly staring out the window.
She lost track of time while Leonel took his anger out on her.
Glancing at the moon, she figured it was late.
She told herself she should be grateful that Leonel wasnât seeing someone else-that he only turned to her when he needed s@x.
Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open.
Leonel emerged in a bathrobe, water droplets trailing from his hair down his neck, lending him an unintentional allure.
He had a certain calmness about him, appearing content.
Actually, he seemed completely different from the rough guy just moments ago.
Leonel dried his hair with a towel and sat down on the edge of the bed, gently touching Alexisâ arm.
âDoes it hurt?â he asked in a soft voice.
Alexis sat up, pulling the quilt closer around her.
âWould you even stop if I said it did?â she retorted.
Leonel gave a faint smile.
âYou go freshen up.
Iâll go downstairs and warm up the food.
â