12. Levi #2
I’d love to punish her for that, but for now, I let it go because I know how bad my filthy mouth turns her on.
“Answer the question, little ghost.”
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and suddenly, I’m acutely aware of how she tastes.
“You do.”
I shake my head, heat sliding down the base of my spine as my cock grows thicker. Ava’s lashes flutter, her desperate little whimpers driving me fucking insane.
“Wrong answer, Ava.”
Her brows knit together in confusion, dissolving into one of pure desire when I change the angle of our hips, allowing me to brush over that sweet spot inside her.
“Levi.”
The sound of her saying my name sends a rush through me that rivals any narcotic on the market.
“Again.”
“Levi,” she breathes, her voice airier. A groan rumbles through me, and I roll my groin against her clit, drawing out a soft moan that does really does it for me.
I skim my lips down the side of her face, dangerously close to her mouth.
Fuck, I want to kiss her. I’ve never wanted to kiss another soul in my life.
Kissing breeds feelings, and where Ava and I are concerned, there are none.
Nothing more than contempt and this maddening desire to fuck her that I can’t seem to control.
“Again,” I demand, knowing I sound like the fucking psychopath she claims I am, but I don’t give a fuck.
“Levi,” she moans, her eyes growing heavy and her breathing shallow.
I fist her hair tighter, and she rolls her hips against mine with every thrust. Her little moans fill the night air, spurring me on.
“Levi . . . I’m going . . .”
I grab her hands, pinning them to the ground above her head, and give her what she needs to come for me, again.
She explodes underneath me, crying out my name like it’s a Hail Mary into the night.
“ Levi . . .” she cries, her tight pussy strangling my cock. She steals the breath from my lungs, and I fuck her through her orgasm with quick, harsh thrusts. It feels so fucking good, I swear I black out for a moment.
I slam into her, my vision blurry and my chest tight. And then I fucking explode.
“ Fuck, Ava . . .” I grip her with bruising force, a white-hot light shooting through me when I come so hard, it steals my breath away.
The moment I float back down to earth, it’s to find her watching me through half-lidded eyes. I pause, a tremor rolling through me from how hard I’d come.
Prissy little Ava Ryan made me come harder than I ever have in my life.
Fuck. What has she done to me?
She’s shivering underneath me. Whether from her orgasm or the cold, I don’t know. I draw her closer, pressing her against me to warm her up.
She shakes in my arms, and when I pull out of her, I hiss at the loss of her wet heat.
Slowly, I climb off her and rise to my feet, holding out a hand to pull her up. She stands on wobbly legs, her hair mused and filled with leaves and sticks from the forest floor.
A better man would take her home and clean her up. Run a bath for her and massage the kinks out of her neck from fucking her on the forest floor.
I’m not a better man, though, and the sooner she figures that out, the better.
“I can’t believe I let you do that to me,” she grumbles.
Not to be mistaken with, I can’t believe I let you fuck me in the woods. That’s slightly less insulting.
She tugs her leggings back up her hips, and I’m almost pissed that her ass is gone. I was enjoying staring at it.
“Well, believe it or not, sweetheart. It happened,” I murmur, grabbing my hoodie off the ground. I toss it to her, and she tosses it back.
Fine. She wants to be a brat; she can be a cold brat.
She starts walking, not even bothering to make sure I’m with her.
“You’re going the wrong way.”
She pauses, her shoulders tight.
I see my little prude is back.
Without another word, she turns and stalks in the other direction. I chuckle under my breath and follow behind her.
We make the trek back to the house in silence, and she ignores me when I hold my hand out to help her. That’s fine. She can pout all she wants. I don’t owe her anything. She wanted it just as bad as I did.
Yet . . . somehow . . . I still feel like a dick when I catch sight of the scratch on her cheek.
Fuck that.
Why the fuck should I feel guilty? She broke into my room. Snooped through my shit. She was going to steal from me. She’s lucky she’s still got a job and a place to live.
It’s not until we make it up to the house that I’ve decided I’ve had enough of her little attitude.
Fuck it.
Before she can make a mad dash into her room and slam the door in my face, I grab her, shoving her back into the wall, my hand wrapped around her throat.
She lets out a startled gasp, her pretty green eyes going wide, and a look of fear on her face. As if she actually thinks I could hurt her.
My thumb brushes over her rapid heartbeat in the side of her throat, and she swallows heavily, a shiver moving through her.
“Don’t think I won’t find out what you’re hiding, Ava. And when I do, you’d better hope to God you have a good excuse for sneaking around my room.”
I watch the gears turning in her head, as if she’s trying to come up with a new lie to spin. It won’t work. I can see right through her, and the moment I find out who she’s working with, I’m going to enjoy punishing my new little toy.
Because she may not know it yet, but the forest wasn’t the end of this arrangement. It’s not over until I say it is.
And I’ve barely gotten a taste.
I shove away from her before I can drag her back to my room for the night, stalking across the hall. Before I shut the door, I turned back and found her still pressed against the wall, watching me under heavy lashes.
“Until next time, little ghost.”