Page 74 of Never Die for a Sinner
He stops in front of me, his fingers stroking through the tears on my cheeks.
“Tell me the truth, Ava.” He steps closer, his fingers slipping under my jaw to cup my throat. He tilts my face up to his, crowding me. I whimper, and his fingers flex against my racing pulse, his eyes dark and absolutely terrifying. “Tell me who you’re working for.”
“I’m not working for anyone,” I grit. Why can’t he just believe me?
Because you’ve been acting shady, the voice in the back of my mind chimes.
Bitch.
“You’re so goddamned pretty,” he says, like it pisses him off. His fingers tighten just a hair, like he knows he could choke the life out of me if he wanted to. “Prettyanddeceitful. I told you I would find out, sweetheart. Why can’t you just tell me the truth?”
Fuck. He knows . . .
Fresh tears sting in my eyes, and Levi notices, leaning forward and catching one on his tongue. My heart hammers in my chest, my breathing ragged with both fear and the effort to hold myself up.
“I’ve been so patient with you, Ava, but that patience is wearing thin. You’ll either tell me who you’re working for, or I’ll keep you here until you do.”
“You’re a psychopath,” I spit, and he grins, pinching my cheeks together.
“Oh, baby girl. You have no fucking idea.”
Reaching between us, his thumb circles the button of my jeans. I shiver, unable to do anything but hold on and wait for him to decide what he’s going to do to me.
“You don’t tell me the truth; I’ll leave you here wanting and waiting.”
“Please, not that—” I rush, panic slipping through me. He chuckles, nipping the line on my jaw at the same time he flicks the button of my jeans.
“It sucks, doesn’t it? Wanting something so badly and not being able to have it.”
“You’re an asshole,” I growl when he slides the zipper down.
“Do you remember your safeword, Ava?”
“Fuck you.”
He grins. “Good.”
He hooks his fingers in the loops of my jeans, slipping them down my legs. Kneeling down, he looks up at me, sliding them off me completely.
I don’t even recognize myself. The man is a certified psychopath. He’s tied me to the rafters of some cabin in the middle of the woods, and yet, my clit throbs with desire. My nipples are hard, poking through my t-shirt and bra. My pussy is wet, coating my thighs. All I can do to relieve the ache that’s been steadily becoming harder and harder to ignore is rub my thighs together.
Levi notices and presses my knees apart, holding himself away from me, so I can’t grind against him.
“I think you like this, sweetheart,” he taunts, his nose trailing up the side of my face. Leaning down, he buries his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling me like he’s breathing in my scent. “You like being at my mercy. Just begging to get fucked.”
“I hate you,” I seethe, angry tears burning in my eyes. I pull on the rope, but it must be made with diamond thread, because it doesn’t evenbudge.
“Not enough to use your safeword, though.”
Fuck. I hate that he’s right.
More importantly, I hate that I still want him.
Levi circles me, slipping around out of sight again. I feel him at my back, his presence overpowering, even if I can’t see him.
“Who did you think I was when I found you in the woods, Ava?”
“You.”Lie.
