The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 620

Chapter 620: Chapter 620 Wanted To Tease?
Leo brushed off Dave’s glaring, accusing gaze and stepped inside, the shopping bags in hand. Once inside, he carefully removed the price tags from the clothes and began arranging them neatly.

After a moment, he realized Hera might have trouble reaching them, so he decided to knock gently on the door instead.

“Wifey, your change of clothes is here,” Leo called out. The steady sound of running water from the bathroom ceased almost immediately after his words, leaving only a quiet pause in the air.

A brief silence hung in the air, as if Hera was considering what to do next. She glanced around the cramped bathroom, realizing there was nowhere to place the clothes without them getting wet from the shower. “Hmm, you can just leave them outside. There’s no place to set them here without getting them splashed,” she said, her tone matter-of-fact.

“Okay, do you have a towel? Or need anything else?” Leo asked casually, his voice carrying the easy familiarity of a long-married couple. There was an intimate warmth to his words, and Hera felt an unexpected sense of calm wash over her in response.

“No, everything I need is here,” she replied, her tone reassuring.

“Alright, I’ll just leave the clothes by the door.”

Not long after, Hera finished her shower.

Fortunately, her waist and legs didn’t ache as much as they had the night before, after Xavier had ravaged her body.

She could move freely now, though she was still a little tired from the earlier intimate exercise.

As she stepped out, the steam from the hot shower billowed out with her, and her long, fair legs glistened with water droplets. She was only wrapped in a small towel, barely covering her thighs and rear, leaving little to the imagination.

She thought Leo had left the room after he’d left the clothes, probably talking with the others outside while waiting for her.

But to her surprise, as she lifted her head, she saw Leo sitting on the sofa, arms casually draped across the back of the sofa. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes gleamed with a predatory intensity, as if what they had just shared wasn’t enough to satisfy him.

Hera felt her face flush again as she glanced at Leo. Her hands fidgeted nervously, and her gaze fell to the clothes near her.

She considered bringing them back into the bathroom to change, but then remembered how cramped the space was, with water splashed everywhere.

She hesitated, knowing that bringing the clothes back inside would only leave them damp in places.

“Wifey, why don’t you start changing?” Leo’s voice was hoarse, dripping with seduction, his gaze never leaving her body.

Hera could feel his eyes tracing every inch of her, and when she stole a quick glance up at him, she froze. His bulge was unmistakable, pressing visibly against his pants. She swallowed hard, the air suddenly thick with tension.

‘Ugh! How do they have so much stamina? One round isn’t enough for them?’ Hera thought, her throat suddenly dry.

But even as the frustration bubbled inside her, she couldn’t ignore the way her core clenched in response.

‘What is wrong with me? Am I some kind of insatiable succubus?’ She chastised herself, yet her body betrayed her, already swaying with desire for Leo again.

Hera’s face flushed deep crimson, feeling as if the heat from her skin could ignite the room. She glanced nervously at the clothes before Leo’s voice, dripping with seduction, interrupted her thoughts.

“Would you like me to help you change?” he asked, his words thick with implication. Hera couldn’t help but notice the way his tongue swept across his lower lip as he shifted, his breathing coming in shallow, ragged bursts.

“Don’t worry, wifey,” he continued, his voice a low growl. “There’s nothing you need to hide from me. I love every inch of you, and it would be an honor to see you change… right here, in front of me.” His teasing words were punctuated by the sharp gleam in his eyes—intense, possessive, and unmistakably predatory.

For some reason, Hera felt bolder than she had before. Perhaps it was because, as Leo had said, he’d already seen everything there was to see, and if she changed in front of him now, it would almost feel like a reverse strip tease.

She could already see the burning desire in his eyes, and it would be a lie to say that it didn’t make her feel bold. There was something thrilling about the way he looked at her, something that made her want to push his buttons, to see how far she could take it.

Her expression only fueled his growing desire. She looked like a mischievous fox, ready to deceive, but with a softness that made her appear like a harmless bunny—cute, innocent, and utterly tempting.

These conflicting emotions sparked a fire in Leo, making him both amused and desperate to claim her.

He had never encountered a woman like Hera before; the ones who usually ran around him were like serpents, slithering to wrap around him and never let go.

One of the reasons Leo found himself drawn to Hera was because, no matter what happened, her innocence always remained intact.

Even when the other side of her personality surfaced, it only made her more intriguing and endearing, never irritating.

Besides, seeing her in that flimsy towel—barely covering what mattered most—was undeniably seductive.

She clutched the towel tightly to her chest, the fabric barely covering her breasts, with her arms positioned in such a way that they accentuated the curves of her body.

The towel clung to every curve, highlighting her shape, while her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and innocence.

Leo took a shaky breath, his eyes drinking in every detail of Hera’s figure, committing each expression, each movement to memory.

Her damp hair clung to her shoulders, droplets of water trailing down her skin, which gleamed in the mist, soft and inviting.

Her eyes, still moist, held a certain depth that drew him in, and everything about her radiated an effortless, intoxicating allure.

Leo couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire—he wasn’t tired from their earlier passion; if anything, the sight of her only fueled his yearning to be close to her again.

“Wifey…” Leo croaked, his voice rough and laden with desire, his eyes smoldering with a mix of longing and affection.

The intensity of his gaze made Hera’s heart leap in her chest. She felt a sudden surge of danger, and her hesitation vanished.

Grabbing the clothes, she quickly made her way toward the bathroom, her instincts telling her that with the way Leo was looking at her, she wouldn’t be leaving that small room any time soon.

The thought of him not holding back this time made her pulse race, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that he might make her cry out beneath him, like a bully claiming what he wanted.

Her senses tingled with unease, so she fled into the bathroom like a startled rabbit. Behind her, Leo’s low chuckle echoed, and despite the urgency, Hera managed to keep her footing as she stepped swiftly into the wet room, relieved she didn’t slip.

Although Hera was tempted to tease Leo and indulge in her playful desires, she knew she couldn’t be that bold. There were still others outside, and if they stayed inside too long, it would raise suspicions about what might be going on behind closed doors. The thought of stepping out and facing everyone, knowing they could guess what had happened, was enough to make her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She wasn’t that thick-skinned after all.

Fortunately, Hera refrained from acting playful in front of Leo, knowing her allure could be dangerously effective. If she let her teasing side show, Leo might not be able to hold back this time. The beast within him was always just beneath the surface, and once unleashed, he might not know when to stop, driven by an insatiable thirst to claim her over and over until he was fully sated.

After a while, Leo finally regained control over his desire, his ragged breathing gradually calming. However, a twitching knot lingered in his navel, a sensation that was both painfully torturous and oddly stirring. He stared at the ceiling, trying to clear his mind of thoughts of Hera and the passion they had shared. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, she was like a drug to him—addictive and impossible to shake.

“It seems I won’t have an easy time with a wife like her around,” Leo mused to himself with a quiet chuckle, his gaze drifting back to the closed bathroom door. He couldn’t help but recall how Hera had fled earlier, looking like a startled rabbit darting away from a predator. The image brought another rumbling laugh from deep within his chest, helping to temper the desire still simmering beneath the surface. This time, he couldn’t deny it—he had proven the old saying true: once a man tastes the forbidden fruit, it becomes nearly impossible to forget the craving, to resist the pull of what it felt like.