So he’d struck a nerve with the girl, talking about her marriage prospects… or rather, lack of them. Estelle Malfoy wasn’t a name he often heard, and he wondered how much that killed her. Every debutante wanted attention, names on dance cards and to be the envy of every other woman in the room. He could do that for him, if he wanted to. The thought made Leo grin, predatory and all teeth before he was barking out a sharp chuckle. “You’ve considered it. A ministry man who’s going to be the actual minister one day —” Leo was full of himself, but it was good he had aspirations, no? There wasn’t a woman alive who didn’t want to be married to someone with a name like Timoleon Maxime — and if there was one, she was just a straight up idiot. “So what does that say about you, darling?”
He was goading her and front what he could tell from the way her fingernails were digging into his arm. It stung more than he thought it would, but not enough to make him even involuntarily flinch. No pain would be worse than being forced to turn into a bloody werewolf every month. Leo didn’t say anything, not when she pressed into him as he was pressing into her, and damn if the woman wasn’t someone intriguing. Not many people stood up to him, didn’t do his bidding the moment he asked for it. Leo hated her for it.
“I think I can call you whatever I want, Miss Estelle Malfoy.” Leo purred. And as she dared him to take what he wanted, well, he didn’t need to be told twice. He kissed her, boldly and out in the open where anyone could stumble upon them, one hand moving to gently cup the back of her neck. Take what you want… Leo wasn’t one to play games to lose either. Whatever she was playing at, he’d turn it back on her and win this silly little game they were playing. It didn’t matter that he’d been goading her own, trying to get her crack because in the end Leo got what he wanted — a kiss from Estelle.
He abruptly pulled back before he could swipe his tongue across her bottom lip. “I don’t like to lose either. But I am in the habit of making sure others do.” Game on, was what he was telling her. He could ruin her before she could even conjure up a thought on how to do the same to him.
He was goading her and front what he could tell from the way her fingernails were digging into his arm. It stung more than he thought it would, but not enough to make him even involuntarily flinch. No pain would be worse than being forced to turn into a bloody werewolf every month. Leo didn’t say anything, not when she pressed into him as he was pressing into her, and damn if the woman wasn’t someone intriguing. Not many people stood up to him, didn’t do his bidding the moment he asked for it. Leo hated her for it.
“I think I can call you whatever I want, Miss Estelle Malfoy.” Leo purred. And as she dared him to take what he wanted, well, he didn’t need to be told twice. He kissed her, boldly and out in the open where anyone could stumble upon them, one hand moving to gently cup the back of her neck. Take what you want… Leo wasn’t one to play games to lose either. Whatever she was playing at, he’d turn it back on her and win this silly little game they were playing. It didn’t matter that he’d been goading her own, trying to get her crack because in the end Leo got what he wanted — a kiss from Estelle.
He abruptly pulled back before he could swipe his tongue across her bottom lip. “I don’t like to lose either. But I am in the habit of making sure others do.” Game on, was what he was telling her. He could ruin her before she could even conjure up a thought on how to do the same to him.
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Thank you Stef for this beauty<3