Leon wouldn't chase after you if you weren't rightfully his. He'd always wanted what he can't have, after all.

He would face the consequences of his actions later, even later as he pushed you against the kitchen counter and let his lips invade your own.

He could care less if you were another man's, in this instance you were his.

Antsy fingers curl around your hips, nudging them against his even if he stared down at you like a saint.