Weight shifts off the bed, and I turn to catch him standing beside it. He grips my hips and flips me onto my back, legs falling open. Then, he crawls on top of me, a predator in his own making. His cock rubs through my wet core before his hips shift, lining himself up.
“Wanna fuckin’ bet? You’re a monster’s whore, Sunshine.”
He slams his entire cock inside me.
THIRTEEN
LEVI
Years.Fuckingyearsto get this—get her.
She gasps, arching as my cock slides all the way inside her, but before she’s fully comfortable, I grasp her neck and yank her halfway upright, face aligned with my masked one. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to remove it now and show her our game is up.
Unfortunately, she’s not ready for the truth yet.
Her pulse beats harder beneath my fingers, matching my thrusts. I’ll fuck her until she’s raw, limp, with nowhere to go but back beneath me.
“Did you assume what I said were simply words? I meant them, Summer. It’s a goddamned promise. Our connection won’t be severed when we’re home because it’s been forming this entire time. From the day you provided your real name, you’ve guaranteed this ending. No other man will touch you, see you, fuckingspeakto you. I’ll treat you like a queen in front of others, and we’re alone, the slut you are.”
A speech given by Levi more than Hunter.
I drop her back to the bed and hike her thighs up to my waist, sinking as deep as possible. She’ll feel me tomorrow, I’ll make sure of it.
I rub her breasts, flicking her nipples until they’re the same shade as her lips. “My plaything doesn’t need an out, does she?”
Her head jerks back and forth, pleading for me to live inside her. Sweat beads on her forehead, her expression something between neediness and longing. Still, she breathes, “Never.”
“That’s because you were made for this, weren’t you? Made for me? For my cock?”
“Yes.”
I grip her hair, relishing how it keeps her in place. She fights, but the fantasy dies almost immediately. I grip her thigh in my other hand, spreading her wide as I relentlessly thrust into her.
We both need this, and I’m done waiting.
She comes with a careening cry—a sob, almost—as relief pours from her. She clamps tight around me until I come, flooding her insides with the proof she’s mine.
Summer drops to the bed almost immediately, exhaustion making her heavy in my arms. Behind the mask that is entirely too hot now, I smile.
This is going exactly as planned.
I reach up to undo her wrists and then roll from the bed, zipping up my pants as I silently head for the bathroom. There, I shut the door while running the warm water, splashing some beneath my mask before fixing it back into place.
Her smile is wide and genuine when I return with a wet cloth and start cleaning between her legs. “Who knew you had a sweet side?”
“I’ve always been sweet to you.”
“True.” She sighs and shuts her eyes, letting me wipe her down, only speaking again once I’ve returned from hanging thecloth to dry. “Thank you for that. It’s what I needed. Or the start of it anyway.”
“Your pleasure is my own. I told you, we’ll get you feeling better.”
She watches me move around the room, turning off lights I switched on to clean her. Then, I fix the blankets back around her body and remove the rope, tossing it by the door to take with me.
“Will you stay until I fall asleep?”
Cuddling with her as Hunter could go south very quickly. She’s snuggled into me as Levi many times before, so it’s possible she’ll recognize my body. Or, if I pass out before her—which can’t happen—she could peek beneath the mask.
Yet, the sight of her in bed, the blanket drawn up to her breasts, hair mussed, body flushed from sex, means never leaving her feeling uncared for. Silently, I slide into the bed beside her but remain on top of the blankets.