Dirty Player (The Montgomery Billionaires #3)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

KAYLEE

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It took Levi three days to confront me, and I’ve been an emotional mess the entire time.

Dad has fallen off the good eating wagon, so to speak, and Mom is stressed.

At Thanksgiving, he dived into the pie that Ash’s wife brought and, despite us telling him he couldn’t eat it, he got angry and took off into the living room, turning the TV on and binge eating the pie.

He refused to go for a walk.

“Give him a cheat day, Mom. I’m sure it will be fine.”

“You don’t know that. At any point, he could have a heart attack,” she replied, chewing her nails.

“Is that what they said?” Ash, my cousin, asked.

He and Dad have gotten closer since my uncle died a few years back. I never knew him all that well. Or Ash.

She waved us off. “They don’t tell you much. It’s frustrating.”

So while that was a distraction, I thought about Levi all weekend. And how he didn’t react to my coldness the last time we saw one another, simply nodded and walked away.

Like it was no skin off his nose if I wanted to see him or not.

Am I that irrelevant to him?

So three days after returning to work, after not replying to his message, he finally follows me downstairs as I’m about to exit the building.

“Kaylee,” Levi says firmly, holding the door closed so I have to face him.

“Hey.” I fake smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” I ask, deadpan.

“For...”

Ugh. He has no idea. He never damn well will.

I scoff and push his arm away, then step outside.

“Kaylee! Fuck’s sake, tell me what I’ve done,” he hisses.

I spin, my eyes casting around the parking lot, and hiss back. “Not here.”

“Yes, here,” he demands, then sighs, knowing I’m right. “Come back to mine. We need to talk.”

I cross my arms, snuggling my icy hands into my coat. “Levi.” I sigh. “Look, I just think we’ve gone as far as we can. As far as I can.”

He stares back, his face almost expressionless. God, I wish he didn’t have such a damn poker face.

Blink.

Blink.

In my head I’m screaming say something Levi. Tell me you love me. Or that you just want to fuck me. Fucking tell me where I stand.

“I missed you at Thanksgiving,” he finally says. His voice is soft, and I feel my heart skip a beat and walls start to melt.

Emotion flickers in his eyes and hope blooms in my chest.

“I should’ve replied.” I glance away, trying to weaken the effect Levi has on me.

“You should’ve been with me,” Levi says, and I draw in a breath.

He’s never said anything like that before, and I’m taken aback.

What does that mean?

“What?” My voice barely audible. “What...what are you saying Levi?”

“I’m saying...you should’ve been sitting beside me at our family table and in my bed.” He takes half a step forward. “Come home with me. Please.”

Emotion plows through me as my arms fall to my sides, letting him in.

Levi wanted me there with his family? That means something.

Doesn’t it?

God, this man moves as slow as a goddamn snail. But if I love him, and I think I stupidly do, then perhaps I just need to give him time to work it out.

As my head starts nodding, Levi glances around, then tugs me to him, crushing his mouth down on mine.

He’s still hiding you.

Shut up, brain.

My stomach swirls with all those butterflies I get every time he touches me, and I ignore the warning whispering in the back of my mind.

“Get your sexy ass to my house now. I’ve missed it.” He groans.

My core clenches knowing what he’s promising me and that he will deliver. But I wonder...did he miss my ass?

Or me?

Then Levi kisses me firmly once more, shoots me a grin and strides over to his Maserati and throws his bag in the trunk.

“Go. Get in the car.” He laughs.

I smile and head to my vehicle, but when the door closes, I sit still for a long moment, wondering why something doesn’t feel quite right.

When I arrive, the pin code to his penthouse works, and I step inside. Levi is in the kitchen leaning against the counter, swiping on his phone.

He drops it and meets me halfway.

His arms wrap around me as my bag drops to the floor and he dips me, kissing my lips.

“Don’t ignore me again, please.”

“Perhaps we should talk.” I cup his face. “Tell me about missing me.”

“I’d rather show you.” His hand slips under my sweater and the next minute my nipple is between his finger and my body is in charge.

Then he rips my sweater off, along with the rest of my clothes, and does the same with his.

I’m panting as he lifts me off the floor and I wrap my legs around his body. The head of his cock teases my bottom and I’m moaning as our mouths crash together.

“Fuck me, Levi.”

“Kitten, I’m going to fuck every thought out of your pretty little head.”

He places me on his bed and grabs my arms, then ties me to his bed frame.

Then climbs over my body and guides his cock into my mouth. “Don’t ignore my message again.”

He fills my throat, his eyes shimmering with arousal and a type of madness I’ve not seen before.

My arms tug on the restraints as Levi palms the wall with one hand and holds my face as he fucks my throat.

“Don’t look at another man and don’t look away from me.”

Jesus. My body is on fire as his possessiveness comes pouring out. Juices pool at my core and I moan around his cock.

In and out he thrusts, using me for his pleasure.

“Suck harder. I want to feel you work me as tight as your pussy,” Levi growls.

When my eyes flicker, he smirks.

“Feeling left out, is it?”

Yes.

“Make me come and I’ll suck on your sweet cunt.”

Oh Jesus.

I feel him swell against my tongue as he slides along it and then he jerks, pulls out, and squirts over my face and tits.

“Fuck. So fucking hot.”

His mouth crashes down on mine, and he sucks hard on my tongue, the madness in his eyes still there.

“You will stay tied up while I do whatever I want to this body, kitten.” Levi tells me, moving down onto his knees and between my thighs.

His eyes hold mine as he lowers his face, and I begin to tremble.

He blows on my pussy and I cry out.

“Or should I make you wait? Like you did me.”

Another puff of cool air hits my flesh.

Trembling, I lift my hips, and he slaps my clit.

“Levi!”

“Tell me you won’t ignore my messages again.” He growls.

I might...this is incredible.

“No,” I say instead.

Then a finger pushes into my pussy, and I almost come. He adds another as his mouth clamps around my clit and this time I do.

Levi doesn’t let go. He holds my hips as he demolishes me lick by lick.

Then, when I think he’s done, he moves again and lifts my body to impale me onto his cock.

“Mine,” he growls.

I’m unable to speak as his shaft fills me completely.

“Mine. Never think you can keep me from it.” His thick, strong thighs are under me as he pounds over and over.

The movements pull on my arms, restrained on the bed frame, and my breasts bounce.

“Is this what you wanted, kitten?” He growls darkly. “For me to fuck you into compliance?”

Apparently so.

“Yes. More. Harder.” I cry.

“Clench my cock,” he says, then reaches under his pillow and pulls out the sex wand we use from time to time.

Turning it on, he presses it to my nipples, and I tremble, writhing under the pressure.

“Such a little sex kitten. Will you be my slave, Kaylee?”

Um, yes.

“Come now,” he orders, pressing it to my clit.

And I’m history.

His cock deep inside me, the wand on my most sensitive spot, and this gorgeous, powerful man staring darkly down at me while tied up is too much.

I arch, tossing back my head and cry out.

I’m so addicted to this man.

Levi is right, I belong to him.

Even if I could walk away from him, I have to work with him every day and I truly don’t know if I could survive it.

God, what am I going to do?

As he unties my arms and wraps his body around me, I know I should demand we talk, but I fear it would end with me in tears and with a broken heart.

Not knowing is easier.

Not having him is too much to risk.

So I stay silent.