When they finished, Daniella cleared the table and washed the plates, then retired back to the sitting room. Leonard had finished his drink.
He got up and headed to the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" Daniella asked.
"Get some alcohol." He replied and left for the kitchen. Daniella settled down and continued to sip her drink.
As Daniella was waiting for him, she couldn't help but begin to think of the possible positions Leonard would keep her in.
"Shouldn't I be getting... fucked by now? He should be pounding me right now." She thought. She wasn't even remorseful that she was thinking that in Desmond's house. Though that is exactly what Leonard had in mind when he showed up with his bag. To have Daniella dressed all slutty and bent over for him. Hair pulled, ass spanked, neck grabbed?
A few minutes later, Leonard entered the living room again, this time holding the glass of wine Daniella left out in one hand and another beer in his other hand.
"You need to drink more wine." Leonard said and poured another glass for Daniella before she could even object. Without wasting any time, he cracks open another beer and begins to drink from it.
"This wine must be costly. It tastes nice." Leonard said.
"That's a hundred thousand dollars worth of wine." Daniella replied.
"I thought as much. I hope you can make up a pretty lie for him because the bottle will be empty before I leave the house." He came and sat beside her on the couch.
"You don't have to worry about anything. I have everything under control. He had no choice but to accept anything I told him." She winked at him.
"You are such a bad bitch." Leonard said, and suddenly, an intense scene popped up, initiated by a loud noise out of the blue.
Instinctively, Daniella jumped, "Fuck!" She yelps. And by coincidence, with the way that she jolted, she ended up closer to Leonard.
"Easy there," His arm smoothly slides down the back of the couch and across her back, his warm hand resting on her shoulder. "I promise they won't jump out at you. Not when I'm right here with you."
Leonard meets her gaze and smirks. He knew she couldn't wait any longer. He has to start with what brought him. He wasted no time and leaned in to kiss Daniella.
Their lips connect, and soon their tongues meet once again. His strong hands found themselves on the sides of her head, his kiss deepening more and more. Daniella's hands gently worked their way along the back of his head, her fingers running through his hair.
Sounds of screaming and murder were heard, playing on the television, but neither of them is paying it any attention. At this point, nothing else matters apart from the kiss.
His hands left her head and worked their way to her hips, where they grabbed her and forced her onto his lap.
With one hand still running through his dark hair, she moved her free hand onto his hard chest. She began to grind against him as they made out. At this moment, she could feel his fat cock growing through his sweatpants.
Finally, they broke the kiss, the two of them panting with a trail of saliva connecting their lips.
"Fuck, you have not changed. You are so incredible when it comes to kissing." Leonard pants. Daniella responded by biting her lower lip and smiling. She was enjoying the feeling of the ever-growing bulge rubbing up against her already wet pussy.
She knew that what she was doing was wrong. She knew she was being an awful fiancée by doing everything she was doing at that moment.
But fuck, she never loved Desmond. Her mission was to drain Desmond. All she wanted was his money. Once she gets married to him, she will file for a divorce.