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at each other for a few moments before Leona turned around and walked swiftly to her room, shutting the door behind her.
    She sat on the edge of the bed and felt like she was drunk, or high, or both. Her father was almost killed and here she was, letting an escaped convict squeeze her nipples and slide his tongue against hers. The thought warmed her face again and she fell onto the bed on her side, straightening her sweater and covering her face with her hands.
    Of all the things she could do at the moment, the only thing that was tempting her was to go back to Jake, and let him take her virginity. Her pussy ached with the need to be stretched and feel him inside, pushing back and forth and his mouth kissing hers again.
    She touched her finger to her lips and they felt delightfully sore. She had been kissed countless times, and that was when she usually pulled the plug on any budding relationship. Why was it that Jake was the only man from whom she should run away, while every fiber of her being was screaming to let him take her?
    Leona tensed her thighs, trying to soothe the throbbing sensation in her pussy but it didn’t help. She had to struggle to stay where she was and not throw away her morals.
    She heard the TV being switched off in the living room and she dared not think of Jake and the feeling of his cock, insistent and hard against her stomach. Her navel clenched enticingly and she squirmed, a moment before her traitorous mind reminded her of the way he had pinched her nipples.
    Unbidden, a fantasy of his rough mouth over her nipple crossed her mind and she shook her head, getting off the bed and walking into the bathroom to splash cold water on her face.
    She couldn’t fight this. She couldn’t fight this urge she had for him. Whether he had murdered his fiancée or not didn’t matter anymore.
    The only thing she could believe in that moment was the man who had kissed her with such consumed abandon a few minutes ago couldn’t be a murderer. He had let her go as soon as she had pushed him away. Surely a man who could murder someone in cold blood wouldn’t wait for a woman to consent to sex?
    It might be flawed logic, or just her trying to make Jake something that he was not, but she chose to ignore it. She wanted to believe he was the lover she was imagining him to be. She wanted him to make her feel complete by filling her body with his.
    She stared at her face in the mirror and her reflection mocked her. After years of trying to evade men who were as socially prominent as herself, she had fallen for a man who was a criminal, an outcast of sorts. In her heart, she knew that before this day was over, she was going to give herself to Jake.
     
     
    Chapter Thirteen
     
     
    She adjusted her sweater as she entered the living room with a nonchalant expression fixed on her face. Jake glanced at her before pointing to the screen. “You just missed another update on your father. Apparently he’s just been shot in the arm but they’re still unsure. They’ll have another update in an hour I think,” he said casually and Leona breathed a sigh of relief.
    From the moment she had heard her father had been shot, so much had happened in her life. She looked at Jake with gratitude written all over her face, and Jake was shocked.
    He had imagined her coming out of the room like an avenging angel, screaming and blaming him for what had happened. He had even recited a speech in his head that he was going to give in his defense. He was going to take full responsibility for what had happened and then apologize to her. Apparently, Leona wasn’t blaming him for anything.
    She sat on the sofa away from Jake and began watching TV, an abnormally calm expression on her face. Jake wanted her to say something so he could get to the part about him blaming himself, but he waited and waited, and she said nothing.
    They watched half of an old movie together and Jake watched her profile, her legs curled up beneath her. She looked like a