The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 619

Chapter 619: Chapter 619 A Quikie
Only the sound of their heavy breathing filled the room, mingling with faint muffled noises from outside. Leo’s phone buzzed on the coffee table, but he ignored it entirely.

His forehead rested against Hera’s, his intense gaze fixed on her closed eyes. A small smear of red lingered on Hera’s lips, transferred from the bite on Leo’s shoulder, though he seemed oblivious to the pain.

Their breaths intertwined, hot and heavy, adding to the heat radiating from their sweat-slicked bodies.

Hera’s fingers remained tangled in Leo’s hair, her grip still firm. Leo’s hand gave her buttocks a possessive squeeze, his cock still hard and rearing to go.

His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, his mind clearly debating whether to take her again.

Hera, lost in the aftermath of ecstasy, remained dazed, her thoughts a pleasurable blur as she basked in the waves of her recent climax.

Bang…

Bang…

Bang…

“Leo, is Hera awake?” Luke’s voice called from outside the door, not particularly loud but enough to shatter the moment. The sound made Leo’s decision for him, the interruption leaving no room for a second round.

“I guess we could call it a quickie,” Leo joked casually, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

Hera, whose mind was just starting to clear, froze at his words. ‘A quickie?’ She felt momentarily choked by the description.

She hadn’t timed their session, but she was certain it had lasted no less than 45 minutes. As far as she knew, a “quickie” usually referred to something that wrapped up in 10 to 15 minutes—this definitely didn’t qualify.

Her incredulous gaze shot to Leo, her face flushing red as she pieced together his stamina and intentions.

What’s more, she could still feel him, his cock buried deep inside her, twitching and hard. The realization that, if Luke hadn’t interrupted them, Leo would probably have gone for another round only made her cheeks burn hotter.

Her expression shifted several times—bewilderment, embarrassment, and faint indignation—each emotion playing out clearly on her face.

Leo noticed her reaction, his eyebrow arching in intrigue. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he teased, his curiosity piqued by the mix of emotions flickering across her features.

After teasing Hera, Leo finally pulled out, his forehead coming to rest gently against hers as he worked to steady his ragged breathing and calm the fire still raging within him. No matter how much time he spent with her, it never felt like enough. Instead, he found himself sinking deeper and deeper into his desire for her.

As their breaths mingled, Leo shifted slightly, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply, an audible sniff that made Hera’s cheeks flush even redder. Embarrassment washed over her as she became acutely aware of her sweat-soaked skin.

The memory of earlier events flashed in her mind—racing, sweating, falling asleep without a proper wash—and now this, their passionate session leaving her even more disheveled.

‘What if I smell sweaty and sour?’ she thought, the worry gnawing at her. But Leo didn’t seem to care; if anything, the content sigh he let out only deepened her flustered state.

“L-Leo…” Hera muttered, attempting to push him away, her hands pressing weakly against his chest.

“Please, wifey,” Leo murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Just give me a moment to calm down. Your sweet scent… it’s addictive. It makes me want you even more, but at the same time, it’s grounding. I just need to gather my thoughts and settle down.”

He took another deep, audible sniff, much like a playful, oversized dog. Hera rolled her eyes, her embarrassment flaring.

Despite her self-consciousness about her scent, no matter how much she pushed at Leo, he didn’t budge—like an immovable boulder.

Realizing she had no choice, she clamped her armpits shut as she held onto Leo’s shoulder. The ridiculous thought struck her that he might start sniffing somewhere else, and her cheeks burned even hotter.

Hera tipped her head back, staring at the ceiling as her ragged breathing slowly evened out.

Thankfully, Luke hadn’t come inside after calling from outside the door. He and the others were likely preoccupied with cleaning up the aftermath of the earlier incident.

At least they had the sense not to enter the small room and disturb her much-needed rest—though Leo’s antics were doing little to help her relax.

After some time, both Hera and Leo finally calmed down. Concerned that Hera might catch a cold, Leo adjusted the air conditioner’s temperature to something warmer.

However, he didn’t bother handing her the racing suit again. Instead, he quickly changed back into his clothes and gently nudged Hera toward the small bathroom.

“Go take a hot shower. It’ll help relax your muscles,” he said firmly.

Hera didn’t argue. After all the sweat and exertion, her skin felt sticky and uncomfortable, and the thought of a warm shower was more than welcome. Without hesitation, she stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Meanwhile, Leo walked out of the room to find some fresh clothes for her. It was perfect timing, as the bodyguard Xavier had sent on an errand to purchase new clothes for Hera had just returned.

The man held several sleek bags from Chanel, and the sight made Leo’s brows lift slightly in amusement.

“Well, that’s quick,” Leo remarked, striding over to inspect the bags with a satisfied smirk.

“Is this for my wife?” Leo asked, though he didn’t wait for a response. He casually opened one of the bags and checked its contents before taking it.

“Perfect timing. She’s in the shower now and needs a change of clothes,” he added, his tone nonchalant.

Just then, Luke, Dave, and Xavier approached.

“Is Hera awake?” Xavier asked, his expression remaining unreadable as usual.

Leo nodded in response, maintaining a calm demeanor as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened moments ago. But Dave wasn’t so easily convinced. His sharp eyes zeroed in on Leo, scrutinizing him as though he were cross-examining a suspect.

Dave’s gaze traveled from Leo’s still rosy face to the faint glow in his complexion. Something about Leo seemed different, though Dave couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Suspicious, he leaned closer to Leo and gave a subtle sniff.

Leo shot him a sidelong glance, his brows furrowing slightly. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice laced with mild annoyance. “Are you a dog?”

Dave didn’t bother hiding his intent as he scrutinized Leo. Something about him seemed off, and Dave was certain it had to do with Hera.

Anxiety gnawed at him; he hadn’t yet had the chance to grow closer to Hera in the way he hoped, and the thought of others making progress while he remained stagnant made him hyper-aware of every detail.

His sharp eyes roved over Leo, missing nothing. Then he spotted it—sweat beading on Leo’s forehead, despite the air-conditioned room.

His gaze dropped to Leo’s slightly disheveled appearance, where the second and third buttons of his dress shirt were undone, exposing part of his shoulder and collarbone. That’s when Dave noticed it: a faint, bleeding bite mark on Leo’s shoulder, just barely peeking out from the fabric.

The realization hit him like a lightning bolt. He only caught it because of how intensely he was paying attention, and now he couldn’t unsee it.

Looking utterly exasperated, Dave jabbed a trembling finger at Leo, his voice cracking with frustration. “Y-You!!!”

The words stuck in his throat as his emotions overwhelmed him. His hand shook as he pointed, teetering between fury and despair. He didn’t know whether to scream or cry—how had he been so slow to act while Leo had managed to seize the opportunity again?

Dave’s outburst caught the attention of Xavier and Luke, who followed his gaze to the faint bite mark on Leo’s shoulder. Their eyes narrowed as they pieced together what must have happened.

Unlike Dave, however, they kept their composure. Xavier’s expression remained unreadable, though a faint tension in his jaw betrayed his disapproval.

It was their fault, after all, for giving Leo the chance to act so boldly, even in such a public setting.

Luke, on the other hand, didn’t bother hiding his reaction. A smirk curled at his lips as he imagined what Leo and Hera had done in that small room. The thought sent a jolt of excitement through him, igniting a fire he had to fight hard to suppress.

Taking a few deep breaths, he calmed his racing heart and the burning desire threatening to surface.

Still, the idea of doing something as thrilling as what Leo had just pulled off stirred something in him. His smirk widened—he and Leo were clearly cut from the same cloth, men who didn’t shy away from pursuing what they wanted, no matter the circumstances.

Although the three men were lost in their own thoughts—Dave visibly fuming—Leo simply shrugged, unfazed.

He hadn’t initially planned to do anything beyond letting Hera rest and then taking her back to the hotel for a proper meal and relaxation.

But when she woke up and he caught the soft, shy look in her eyes, he couldn’t resist.

She looked as though she was silently asking for a kiss, and when their lips met, the sweetness of her touch overwhelmed him.

What started as a simple kiss had spiraled into something more. Everything about Hera was intoxicating, like the allure of a poppy flower—dangerously addictive.

No matter how many times he kissed her, it was never enough. And before he knew it, they’d done it. Yet even now, with Dave’s accusing glare burning into him, Leo couldn’t bring himself to regret it.