“Tap the bed if you want this to end.” His whisper cuts through the haze otherwise filling the room, the serious topic momentarily throwing me.
While I focus on breathing and not choking, Hunter fucks my mouth at a steady pace, only going so far, like he’s that good at reading my body.
When his breathing shifts, so does mine. The craving between my legs seeks relief when rubbing my thighs together isn’t enough. He releases a low moan, muffled by the mask that has medyingto see his expression, to see if Levi and my fantasies are one and the same.
“Fuck, Summer, look at you. Look at how well you’re taking me. God, I might keep you like this forever. My perfect little slut.”
I moan, and it vibrates over his cock, filling the room alongside his chuckle.
Relief,I nearly plead with him.Please, please, please, touch me.
“So needy,” he murmurs, and then I feel it—relief. His finger slides through my core to the point it nearly has me sobbing. Instead, I suck harder as my knees fall open.
“You didn’t fight long. I’d say you’ve disappointed me, but you can never do that.”
Next time.I tell him that with my tongue, rubbing the underside of his cock. The salty flavour of his precum mixes with the taste of my submission.
His grip in my hair tightens, and he slams inside, relentless, and my eyes immediately water. At the same time, his finger slips inside me, curling. He slams both inside me simultaneously and then pulls away entirely, leaving me panting.
“You did so good. Good enough, it’s time to give you what you needed yesterday.”
“Please,” I beg without thought, because he’s right. It’s difficult to fight, to reclaimthatside of my trauma, when everything with him is so damn perfect.
His mask tips, and I envision the smirk that always gets me. Suddenly, he grips my hips and flips me onto my stomach, my arms twisting with the rope. He doesn’t let me catch my breath before pushing my knees up until my ass is in the air.
“Fucking beautiful.” The ache in my arms, the awkwardness of this whole position, disappears when he rubs my core. “I’m remembering yesterday, when this ass was being admired by half the resort.”
A sharp stinging sends me careening forward, a cry ripping from my throat.
He pauses before his next hit, rubbing the spot that’s probably red. “I don’t want to dictate your clothing. Wear whatever you want—wear nothing if it makes you happy. But don’t count on anyone around you being left alive.”
He’s so fucking disturbing. And possessive. And psychotic.
How have I never noticed this side of Levi before? He’s been hiding as much from me as I’ve been from him.
“Okay,” I agree, because what else could I possibly say to that?
He dips two fingers inside me, curling right into the place that makes my toes curl in the blanket.
“Fuck…fuck…”
I move up on my knees and then drop back down, fucking myself on him. I’ve been on edge since yesterday, and waking up to him over me—besides my momentary freak-out—then having the taste of him on my tongue makes me so desperate to finish this, I might actually cry.
He bends over me, changing the angle. His mouth is by my ear when he rumbles, “After tonight, there will be no one else for you. I’ll be your ending. If another man even fuckin’ fantasizes about you, I’ll gut him.”
I want to be. More than anything, I long for him to be what he’s claiming.
“Fuck.”
My head drops as my pussy clamps down around him the same way my heart did years ago. Neither wants to let him go, even if I know I’ll have to soon. Despite his words, it won’t be a happy ending when he is inevitably forced to choose between me and his family’s legacy.
“There she is.” He circles his thumb over my clit, drawing out my orgasm to the very last drop. “You moan so pretty for me.”
Between my heavy breaths, he undoes his pants, his belt clinking. My breath catches, anticipation as vast as the ocean behind us.
“You can’t make that promise,” I say for some reason, long after the conversation passed. “To be my ending, I mean. This is the real world.”
Read between the lines, Levi.