Page 83 of Never Die for a Sinner
Levi Cross is going to kill me.
The moment we step out into the night, and the door shuts behind us, I take off in the other direction down the path, but of course, Levi’s faster than I am.
He wraps an arm around my waist, dragging me back into his hard chest with a sinister chuckle. “Not so fast, rope bunny.”
“Don’t call me that,” I snap, heat rushing to my cheeks.
He doesn’t acknowledge what I said, instead pushing me back into the side of his fancy black car and looming over me in the darkness. I can’t help but glare up at him through my lashes, though when his lips tip up in that devil-may-care grin, I can’t stop the shiver that slips through me.
Of course, he notices that too.
“What do you want, Levi?”
He reaches up, and I jerk in his grasp when his fingertips brush along my lip. Moving lower, he pushes the hair back from my neck where I applied a pound of concealer to hide his mistake—unsuccessfully. I know he’s looking at the marks he left, as if he’s proudly inspecting his handiwork.
Knowing Levi, he probably is.
He boxes me in with his body, looming over me in the darkness. His lips hover inches from mine, and my heartbeat skyrockets at the simple thought of kissing Levi Cross—a man I’m supposed to hate.
“Have you been thinking of me?” he asks, his voice taking on that husky rasp it did last night. The slightest touch of his fingertips on my skin has my heart beating out of tune and my core clenching. I’m already wet, and he’s barely touched me.
“No.”Lie. “Why would I?”Because last night was the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had in your life.
“What’s the matter, baby girl?” he murmurs, and his voice may as well be his tongue brushing between my legs.
Warmth slips through me, straight to my core, and my traitorous body begs for his touch. His hand brushes over the bandages on my wrist, as if he’s reminding me of last night.
As if I even needed to be reminded. It’s all I can think about.
“Afraid of people learning you like to be tied up and edged until your face is soaked with tears and you’re begging to come?”
Desire washes over me at the same time as shame. A shiver ghosts through me, and I look away from his prying eyes.
Whore.
“Absolutely not,” he breathes, gripping my chin in his hand and forcing my gaze back to his icy blue one. “Don’t do that. Don’t look away from me. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
Enjoyed it? That’s the problem. I did, and it’s fucked up. What kind of person likes that?
“It was . . .” My throat threatens to close over my voice. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
I’m ashamed to admit my lack of experience, especially with a man like Levi who probably knows things I couldn’t even begin to fathom.
It just proves him right. I am a prude.
“That didn’t answer my question, Ava. Did you enjoy it?”
“I didn’t use the safe word, did I?”
He chuckles under his breath, his lips lingering over mine.
Kiss me, I want to beg, but what kind of loser begs a man to kiss her? If he wanted to, he would have done it by now.
Finally, he steps back, releasing me, and I shiver in the cool night air.
“Get in the car, Ava.”
“Levi, I’m sore—” I breathe, cheeks flaming hotter than the sun when he fixes me with a look.
