“Bebé my ass,” he mutters beside me as I pull into our driveway.
“Can you let go of my dick now?” I ask and he removes his hand and knife, slipping it back into his pocket.
“Stop sulking. I fucked others before you. It's over now, you made sure of it,” I say. It’s not worth being bothered about. He will be bumping into plenty of other ex-lovers around town, so he should get used to it. I don’t think now would be a wise time to bring that up though.
“Fine, but if I want to call you baby from now on, I will.” He gets out of the car and slams the door, which spikes my temper. What the hell have I gotten myself into with him?
“Of course you will,” I mutter under my breath to follow him inside. Time for a lesson, little monster.
Chapter 38 - Aaron
Iamfilledwithjealousy, and I want to punch something, preferably that stuck up bitch with her sexy exotic accent. And he allowed her to call him baby!
Storming down to the bedroom, I can't help my theatrical behavior. This is the most fucked up day ever. I have had traumatic breakdowns, murdered and tortured my stepbrother, eaten Lev's ass, and gotten jealous to the point of violence. And it's not even nine pm yet. My head hurts.
Entering the bedroom, I'm about to collapse on the bed in a dramatic fashion when I hear thundering footsteps approaching rapidly behind me.
I turn just in time for Lev to slam the door and grab me by the throat, pushing his face into mine. His green eyes are vivid, he looks satanic like this with his hawk-shaped eyes making his squint more intimidating. I don't care though. As I've said, I want his eyes on me and that's why I'm being a jealous bitch. If I could kill off all his past partners, I would.
“You think that little attitude in the car is gonna fly with me, doe? You think you can threaten me?” His voice sounds like gravel on the road, smoky from the cigars mixed with his perfect fucking scent.
“Yes, you're mine, Lev,” I say. Fucking duh.
He forces me down to my knees by holding tight on my throat in one hand and pulling the hair on the back of my head with the other.
“And you are mine, doe. But you need to remember who’s the boss. Now open that bratty fucking mouth.'' I moan as he pulls his jeans down, no underwear. Shit. This isn't a punishment like he seems to think it is. But, I speak too soon. He slaps my face, which forces me to look up. “Oh and you don't get to cum.”
“Fucker,” I complain before swallowing him whole.
He groans in delight and the thickness of his length fills my mouth beyond comfort, that damn piercing hitting the back of my throat.
I pull his dick away and gently nibble and suck around the barbell. I lock my gaze with his. He looks stunning, panting, the look of pure need on his face.
I tease the barbell with my tongue, making him hiss, punching his hips forward before I engulf his length. I bob up and down, letting my saliva drip freely over his cock, slurping, tasting, and licking this magnificent piece of meat. I rub my hands up his thighs, loving the feel of his soft hairs. Lev is pure man, pure sin, and pure evil. I am willing to live in hell for eternity to have him everyday.
I continue to suck him deep like a pro, my jaw is aching and tears are streaming down my face. This feeling is magic … sucking Lev. I always feel like I’m levitating above him. The overwhelming need for him to fill me somewhere takes over my soul. As weird as I know it sounds, I feel the doors in my head start to fully close. Lev starts to stutter his movements above me, close to cumming.
“I’m so close, fuck I’m gonna cum.”
I then feel a lock turn on in my brain.
Hot cum spurts in my mouth. Like the flick of a switch, it feels like he is gone. That boy is gone, he is safe and locked away, protected, and all that is left is…me. Crazy, weird, and authentic me.
Holy shit, I can't believe he is gone.
“Shit, Aaron. Damn, you know how to milk a cock.” He groans softly, stroking my hair.
Not to let him have the last word, I remove my switchblade from my back pocket and aim it at the base of his now softening cock. He looks down but doesn’t seem surprised. “I know you are the boss, and I will do anything for you, Lev, but I promise you this. Touch another, or let them touch you, and this gorgeous dick will feel my blade,” I warn.
Lev sniggers at me and pulls my head back by my hair. “I think it's time for bed, little psycho.”
And he lets me go. He removes his shirt leaving him fully nude as he gets into bed. I put my knife away, happy that my point has been made, and I join him wearing nothing. Perfect for waking him with the morning dick riding I have planned.
“Night, baby,” I say to him as sweetly as possible.
He covers his face with his arm. “Fuck off, doe,” he says with an irritated sigh before we drift off.
Chapter 39 - Lev
