Thirty-Five
Bianca
“Y ou ever get, like, so tired of the games?” I stared up at Levin’s ceiling, him lying at my side, both of us high off our asses.
The night had turned out better than I’d anticipated.
When I’d first heard I’d be stuck with him all night, I’d figured it would only make my bad mood worse.
Knowing Fallon and I were over before we’d even got the chance to start had hurt me.
I really liked him. And the sex. . . oh my God.
Now, I was back to square one, only this time, feeling lonely and needing to feel something besides the ache of it.
“I don’t know,” Levin mumbled. “I win all the games, so it doesn’t matter to me.”
I propped up on my elbow and peered down at him. He dragged his hazy eyes from the ceiling and stared up at me.
“You don’t win all the games.”
“I win enough. The ones that matter.”
“Why play the ones that don’t?”
“Why not? Either I’m torturing and killing people or I’m a player in a game. Seems like the game is infinitely more enjoyable than ending a life.”
“So you don’t like killing people?”
He snorted. “I love killing people. It’s who I am, but I do get bored on occasion.”
“And that’s when you play games.” I sighed. “Am I just a game to the kings?”
“Yes.”
My heart fell. I already knew what I was. It didn’t change the stupid feelings I had though.
“I’m going to lose, huh?”
In a stunning move, he reached out and cradled my face.
My heart banged hard as I couldn’t stop myself from nuzzling against his warm touch.
Levin never did these things. I wanted to think he’d touched me because he cared, but with as much as he’d drunk and smoked, it was probably his high making the move.
I didn’t stop him though, and that screamed volumes about me.
“Of course, you are,” he said gently. “But it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t play.”
“You know I actually like you guys, right?” I whispered.
He shifted and moved onto his elbow so he was staring into my eyes. “Yeah, we know.”
“I don’t want to die, Levin. I want to find out why my dad left.
Help him if I can. I want to marry someone I love.
I want to feel good again, be happy.” I searched his face, hoping to find an inkling of anything from him.
Maybe I was looking for hope. Or the answer to when it would all end. Or hell, begin.
“I can’t make promises to you, bumblebee,” he said, his brows crinkling as he ran his knuckles along my cheek.
“I can’t say I won’t kill you but know I’ll probably feel bad about it if it happens.
I don’t know anything about your old man.
Because of the probability of me ending your life, I don’t see marriage in your future.
But. . .” He trailed the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. “I can make you feel good if you want.”
I let out a shaky breath as I stared into his blue depths. “You said you’d never touch me unless it was to kill me.”
“Consider this torture then,” he murmured.
I didn’t expect him to lean forward and press his warm lips to mine, but that was exactly what he did. Immediately, my lips parted for him, tasting him for the first time. His tongue slid out and tangled with mine as he deepened the kiss, his fingers knotted in my hair as he drew me closer.
I pressed against him, my heart racing as butterflies did kick flips in my guts.
With every ounce of bravery I had, I pushed him onto his back, our lips not separating, and straddled him.
I didn’t know if he’d toss me off when he came to his senses or if he’d claim what I knew was his.
His hands moved to my waist where he tightened his hold on me, encouraging the rocking motion I’d started against the massive bulge in his pants.
My questions were answered as I ground against his hard length, moaning softly as he pushed up against the perfect spot between my legs.
I moved shamelessly against him, my breathing growing heavier as we continued to tangle our tongues.
When the heat swept through my body, I let out a gasp. Sensing my impending release, he thrust harder, making waves of euphoria crash around me. I clung to him as I rode out the pleasure.
“Feel good?” he asked, breathlessly.
I nodded, breathing hard.
“Then fucking do it again.”
I did as he said, not wanting to miss a moment of whatever time we had. I was already sensitive, but knowing I had Levin Seeley hard beneath me made me eager to see what else we could do. With fumbling hands, I undid his pants.
His hands shot out and gripped my wrists, stopping me. I stared back at him, wondering what the hell I’d done wrong.
“I’m not going to fuck you, bumblebee.”
I swallowed.
“But we can have some fun,” he husked out. “If you’re good with that.”
I nodded, more than good with that.
He lifted up and shimmied out of his pants for me, leaving his cock bare and hot against my damp panties.
His hands shifted beneath my skirt and tugged at the silk. The sound of ripping urged me to rub harder against him. Within moments, he dropped the tattered silk on the floor.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he grunted between kisses as I slid along his length, desperate to have him inside me.
“For you,” I managed to gasp out as the buttons from my top scattered across the floor.
He’d torn my top and shoved it off my shoulders, leaving me in nothing but my white lace bra and short skirt.
I slid along his length faster, the heat building as I raced toward another release.
“Come for me, bumblebee,” he called out as fire took hold.
I came hard and fast on his length. I’d gotten off twice just rubbing against him. I couldn’t imagine the highs he could take me to if I got him inside me.
Sitting up with me still trembling and straddling his lap, he kissed my lips before trailing scorching kisses down my neck and to my collarbone.
My breath hitched as he placed a gentle kiss on the ugly burn mark before moving back to my neck and sucking against the sensitive skin.
Moments later, his lips kissed a path to my breasts where he nuzzled my cleavage.
“I want to fuck these,” he growled, nipping at the tops of my breasts just enough to make me wince and gasp.
“So do it,” I answered back.
His response was to flip me onto my back. Swiftly, he dragged my skirt completely off before removing my bra as he straddled my midsection, his thick cock in the valley between my breasts.
“Hold them for me,” he commanded, giving his length a long stroke.
I whimpered as he reached between my legs and rubbed my sensitive pussy, gathering my wetness so he could stroke it along his cock, a dark glint in his eyes.
I already knew I should fear Levin Seeley, but seeing the way he looked at me in that moment made me realize how dangerous he really was.
He wasn’t just a killer. He was the sort of guy who’d take a heart like mine and shred it.
And I’d let him because he was something really fucking beautiful to me.
Death. Destruction. Desperation. Yeah, Levin Seeley owned me.
It had just taken me that long to truly realize it.
I held my breasts for him as he pushed through them, letting out a soft groan as he did it. With one hand, he reached forward and fisted my hair. He wasn’t gentle about it, but I wasn’t foolish enough to think he was gentle in bed.
“Open your mouth,” he said, thrusting between my breasts again.
I did as I was told, the head of his cock kissing my lips with every thrust.
“Tongue out. Taste me,” his voice was a low growl as he continued his onslaught.
My tongue darted out, licking and sucking his head as much as I could with his strokes.
“Fuck,” he groaned, moving faster between my breasts and against my tongue. “I’m going to come all over that pretty face.”
My pulse thundered in my ears at his proclamation. He was breathless, fucking my breasts and mouth, his fist so tight in my hair it made my eyes water.
His movements were powerful, making me wince as he slid back and forth. I’d be bruised tomorrow because of how rough with me he was.
“Look at me,” he commanded in his deep voice, his eyes wild. “Look at who the fuck you belong to.”
I locked my gaze with his as he continued his onslaught.
With a rough tug, he forced his cock into my mouth, his head hitting the back of my throat and stopping my breath from coming.
I struggled to move away from him, but he pressed farther, both hands on either side of my head as he kept this cock lodged in my throat.
Just when I thought I’d pass out, he eased out, letting me gulp in lungfuls of air before he did it again, brutally fucking my mouth and bringing me dangerously close to blacking out.
“Fuck,” he groaned as I clawed at his powerful thighs, black sparkles dotting my vision. He pulled out then thrust twice more before withdrawing completely from my mouth and taking hold of his cock.
With a final stroke, his release spurted out onto my face, long ropes of his orgasm marking me in the sins we’d just created.
He groaned through it, his body tense as it trembled through the pleasure.
When he was finished, he stared down at me breathlessly, covered in his seed, and ran his cock along my lips, seemingly mesmerized.
“Clean me,” he commanded softly.
I opened my mouth for him and licked along his cock, tasting his bitter saltiness.
“Swallow,” he whispered, raking his fingers through my hair. “Choke on what you made me do.”
Again, I did as he commanded, and swallowed the taste of him, gently sucking along his cock as he peered down at me with hooded eyes. I reached out and ran my hands along the hard lines of his abdomen, relishing in how beautiful he was.
“Good girl,” he murmured, pulling his cock free of my mouth and running his thumb along my bottom lip.
We locked gazes for a moment before he shifted off and left me lying in his bed, my face covered in his release and my body on full display.
He returned a moment later with a warm, wet washcloth and began cleaning my face.
He worked meticulously, wiping up the mess he’d made, his lips parted.
When he was done, he went to the bathroom again, ran some water, and then came back.
I’d already reached for my bra, figuring he’d probably tell me to kick rocks and do the walk of shame.
I was surprised when he reached out and took my bra from me, dropping it back onto the floor before he crawled in beside me.
“One night,” he said softly, hauling me against his naked body.
I didn’t question him as I snuggled against his heat, his arms wrapped tightly around me.
One night seemed to be about the extent of all I was good for in regard to the men at Bolten Academy.
But I’d take it because I was glutton for punishment.