Page 133 of Never Die for a Sinner
“Or maybe you’re too ashamed to admit you want me just as badly. You’re craving my touch. My mouth.” He enunciates his words with a nip of his teeth on the side of my neck.
Flicking my dress up, he slides his hand into my panties, his fingers slipping through my folds.
“Fucking soaked, Ava,” he rasps in my ear. I bite my lip to silence a moan that threatens to claw its way from my throat. “Is this for me, or for him?”
He pulls back to look down at me, and with him crowded over me, all I can see is him.
“So, what if it’s because of him?” I challenge, though my breath hitches when he strokes my clit with his thumb. “What if I’m wishing I was with him right now?”
He bares his teeth, shoving me back harder into the tree. I whimper at the pleasure zipping through me like a thousand volts, my skin burning hot in the cool air from his body pressed against mine.
“Don’t tempt me, baby girl. I quite like the idea of cutting his dick off and letting him watch me fuck you while he bleeds out.”
His words are filthy and violent. They should terrify me. They should make me want to run the other way, but there’s something about his primal need to claim me, even if he’s fought it every step of the way, that makes my stomach flutter with the first waves of my orgasm.
“I hate you,” I remind him, and he punishes me by withdrawing his fingers with a feral grin.
“I hate you, too, baby.”
My stomach clenches at the nickname, then quickly drops to my toes when he kneels in front of me, his gaze finding mine above.
“Levi, someone could see,” I argue quietly, but he doesn’t seem to hear me, or he doesn’t care. Without wasting a beat, he tugs my panties to the side, and the cool air is enough to make me shiver when it hits my skin.
“Let them,” he murmurs. “All they’ll see is me making you come, proving who owns this pussy. Your pleasure.”
I grip his shoulders to steady myself when he pushes my knees as far apart.
“But what if—”
He cuts me off when he licks me languidly from my opening to my clit, and my head falls back to hit the tree on a sharp breath.
Holy. Shit.
“Fuck, that’s it, Ava,” he growls when a moan slips free. “Let them hear who makes you come.”
I’m shivering with the pleasure running through me, and as much as I hate it, his words only fuel the fire.
“You’re so much hotter when your mouth is busy,” I rasp. It’s a lie. Levi Cross’s mouth may as well be the soundtrack of seduction.
“Ditto, sweetheart. I can’t wait to watch you suck my cock.”
Reaching between us, he slides his hand up my inner thigh and slides one deliciously thick finger inside me, curling it up to brush over that sensitive spot only he seems to know about.
The pleasure is enough to make my knees wobble, and he hooks my knee over his shoulder, holding me up completely with his upper body.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he rasps against my skin. “It pisses me off. I want to punish you for it. What does that say about me, little ghost? Do you think I’m insane?”
If you’re insane, then I am too, because it only turns me on.
“Yes,” I breathe instead because the truth is far more dangerous than a little white lie.
“But you enjoy it. You like my insanity as much as you like my tongue on this pretty little pussy. Making you come all over my face. You want my filthy mouth and rough hands. You want my cock inside you, pushing you to your limits and making your legs shake.”
“God, Levi!” My body tightens, and my head bashes back against the tree. He smiles, sealing his lips around my clit and fluttering his tongue rapidly. I’m so close to coming that I can’t think straight. “Right there, please don’t stop.”
He spreads me open with his free hand. His tongue continues its movements, his fingers stroke over that perfect spot, and when I can’t hold on any longer, he catches me.
I come so hard, my legs give out. Levi holds me to his face, his upper half pressing me back into the tree. A deep groan rumbles through him, and he continues to feast on my pussy, drawing out the orgasm until I’m desperately shoving at him from how oversensitive I am.
