A smirk graced his way-too-perfectly-carved face, and I begged for his fingers to ease the throbbing between my legs. But he didn’t. Instead, he retracted his fingers, unbuttoning my blouse. My chest heaved up.
He cupped my breast from the top of my silk bra, his forefinger and thumb rolling my hard nipple. I bit hard on my lip, a fire building down in the pit of my stomach. When he pulled down my bra and freed my breasts, I clenched my legs onone another. He lowered the straps, kissing my shoulders, my collarbone, my jawline.Yes.
“From the moment I saw you, you were mine.” He pinched my nipple. “I don’t share you.” He smacked my ass. “A man touches or hurts you, he dies.” He cupped my jaw, bringing our faces close together so we shared the same breath. “You’re fucking someone else other than me, I die. Is that clear?”
When I didn’t reply, perhaps because I had a death wish, maybe because I liked fighting him, or perhaps because a part of me didn’t want to belong to anyone, he chuckled darkly.
“Oh, Dalia, always challenging me.” He settled on the couch behind him, spreading his legs apart. “Lie on me. If you don’t, I’ll share that picture with the entire university, and you’ll love my caption.”
“Threatening me again. Is that the foundation of a healthy relationship?”
“Like I give a damn.”
I groaned, the throb between my legs still not going away. I took a hesitant step toward him and was about to sit on him like earlier when a low rumble echoed from deep in his throat.
“Not like that, you lost that right. I want your butt facing me and your stomach on my lap.” He licked his lips. “What’s it going to be, Dalia?”
This was humiliating, but my heart sped up in my chest, my cheeks burning. I knew I should’ve been scared of Levi’s sexual appetite. Maybe he was even doing it on purpose, but I wanted to fall hard down the rabbit hole.Please, God, don’t be mad at me.
He raised a brow. “You’re going to like it.”
“And if I don’t?” I said, squeezing my legs even tighter. I felt like I was on the verge of making a life-and-death kind of choice.
“We’ll stop.”
I took a shaky breath and lay on his legs. I bent over, my hands reaching the dusty floor. I felt my wetness poolingbetween my thighs, and I prayed he wouldn’t notice it. He pulled my skirt up, exposing my butt, and smacked it. I bounced on his knees. His fingers trailed between my thighs, wetness pooling all over them. I held my breath. It was humiliating, but his touch… His touch made my belly clench and set me on fire.
“Look at you, asking to be fucked like a nasty girl,” he said, and the muscles in my legs tensed, panic coiling in my belly. “Relax. I won’t take you. Yet.”
He dragged one finger inside me and groaned.Holy Mary.His thumb rolled over my clit, and I covered my mouth with my hand to muffle a moan. Pleasure shot up my spine, my momentum building, and I hated how needy I was, seeking to feel more friction.
He wrapped my hair with his fist so I’d arch my back even more as his finger pumped inside me.
“Us, whatever this is, or whatever word you want to put on it, is exclusive,” he warned, pulling my hair harder so his mouth would brush the shell of my ear. “I don’t fuck anyone else. I don’t want to even look at another woman, and I expect the same from you. The only person I can get hard for is you. It’s only you. Is that clear?”
“Yes,” I panted.
“I yearned for death for so long. Felt so fucking empty, but you, you make me feel so alive, Dalia,” he drawled.
Yearned for death? Empty? What did he mean?
He slapped my ass harder this time, and I screamed. “Levi!”
“Should I stop?” The sick bastard chuckled. “Or do you want to come on my fingers with your ass flushed?”
He fingered me, pumping his finger harder. He slammed my butt again, increasing his pace on my clit. l lifted my butt cheeks to feel the friction deeper, rolling my hips to his touch.
“Look at you, using my fingers to make yourself come. You’re learning fast. But next time you come, it’ll be with my tongue eating you.”
He pulled his hand away from me.
“You can’t do that,” I shrieked.
But he left me there, frustrated like hell, covering my butt back with my skirt. He rose to his feet, pulling me up with him, and then crushed his lips against mine. I loved the feel of his soft lips on mine. It was as if I could taste his vulnerability, as if I could grasp a piece of him he never showed to anyone else.
“I’m not done playing with you, my broken doll.” His thumb traced the outline of my lips. “I’ve been waiting for so long to fuck your pretty mouth. On your knees.”
“Say please,” I quipped back, fighting for control.
