Slicking that huge cock of his with more lube, he leans back over me and guides the head of his dick to my hole, giving me one final look. I know it's to double check I'm good, so I push my ass towards him, giving him the hint to take me, which he does.
One deep shove and his piercing hits my button like it was made for me to take. Lev doesn’t allow me to adjust, he just pounds into me like a beast mating his prey in the wild. No sweetness, no love, just the bone-deep possessive need of claiming and I love it. I needed this. Every thrust heals a bit more of me.
“You feel so fucking good, doe. So good. Ahhh.''
The sweat beading on his brow drips down his face. I lean up and lick it away, enjoying the salty taste of it. I can tell from the way his face contorts he is about to cum so I grab my dick and start pumping, the groan of relief leaving my throat as I let myself fall into absolute bliss. “So close, Lev, harder, fuck me harder!'' I snarl, and he picks up the pace. We are now bouncing off the bed in motion, the headboard banging against the wall. The noises we make are as intense as the feel of his dick inside me.
His grip on my thighs turns painful. I'm grateful there will be marks, knowing that he has re-claimed me, destroying any evidence that Jake ever touched me.
“Fuck yeah, doe, gonna breed you good, gonna fill you up.”
I cum as his warmth fills me. I have lost my ability to breathe with the power of this orgasm. My mouth falls open on a silent cry as my body jerks to the climax, and my back arches off the bed as I cum. He’s destroyed me inside and out and I feel clean again. I’ve been reborn.
Lev collapses over me and I could just fall asleep again right now. He has never hugged me like this, so while it is new, it's nice.
“I really need a shower,” I say.
He laughs. “Yeah, you do. Come on. Then we need to talk.”
Chapter 33 - Lev
Afterwewashawayour post-sex high, we head to the seating area of my bedroom. It feels like there is a distance that's formed and I'm not sure if it's my fault. I’m uncomfortable as hell when it comes to emotions and comforting anyone, but I don't want to get this wrong with Aaron. I want him to trust me as much as he can trust in the fact that I will kill all the demons that haunt him.
He sits on the other side of the couch. Considering what happened yesterday, I give him his space in case he needs it. I can't help but be blunt, it's all I know so I go for it. I need to know what happened.
“Did he rape you?” I ask, keeping my eyes locked on him.
He stares at his hands and is back to the quiet Aaron I have only seen a handful of times. I hate it. This isn’t the real him.
“No, he was going to do it, but you busted into the room just before he was about to…to..”
I put my hand up so he doesn’t have to finish that sentence, I know what he means.
“What did they do? I noticed some bruising on your stomach and your eyebrow piercing has been ripped out.”
“The usual Jake and Tommy shit. Punched me in the stomach. They had me tied up, and when I woke up Tommy ripped out the piercing.”
“What happened in the apartment?” I ask.
“Should have followed my gut. I knew something was off when I walked in, but I ignored it. Just wanted to get in and get out with my stuff. As I went to leave my room, Tommy appeared and hit me over the head with something. It knocked me out and I don't remember anything until I woke up in that basement.”
I keep quiet, trying to stay calm, but I am bursting with blood hunger to get down there to make them sing.
“He knew I'd been watching him for you. They took the burner when they knocked me out, and saw everything on there.” He shrugs. He seems defeated whereas I am getting more riled up with every word.
“What do you want to do, Aaron? As you know, aside from what they did to you, I have to enforce for our family. They need to pay and I plan to do it in the worst way possible.”
“I know, Lev. You have your job to do,” he says.
“Shay is dead isn't he?” he asks and his eyes glisten.
I’d forgotten about Shay, to be honest.
“Yes. He was manning the door to the basement. We shot him before he shot us,” I say.
“He had a sister,” he says, mind distracted as he looks over to the window, lost in thought. “I don't know who or where she is.”
“Does it matter?” I ask.
