38. Levi #2
“So, yeah. You can tell me I’m a monster.
You can hate me for making you sign a contract.
Fuck,” I chuckle darkly. “You can hate me for how badly you crave me, but don’t you ever pull some stunt like that again.
I’m a patient man, but you almost got yourself fucking killed today.
If you think I’m going to let someone rip you away from me, you’re wrong. ”
“Why?” she sneers through the tears on her face. “Because you’d lose your contract?”
“Because you’re mine. ”
The silence in the space between us is so thick, you could cut it with a knife.
“You don’t mean that?”
I step closer to her. She backs up. I step closer still, and she falls back against the hood of the Aston.
It’s not until I’m looming over her that those pretty green eyes meet mine and I realize I’m fucking done for.
Losing her is going to kill me.
I grip her hips and lift her onto the hood of the car so fast, she lets out a tiny gasp. I grip her chin, and she shoves my hand away, but I don’t let go, forcing her to look at me with those tear- filled eyes. I lower my lips to hers, close enough to kiss her, but I don’t.
“You’re mine, Ava. Today. Tomorrow. For the next one hundred lifetimes. I won’t let someone take that away from me.”
“Levi—”
I press my lips to hers, cutting off whatever she was about to say. My hands wind in her hair, angling her head back so I can devour her. She slides her arms around my neck, and I hoist her up against me, letting her wrap her legs around my waist.
This kiss is different. It’s a promise.
I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her . . . even if it means breaking both of us in the process.
“Tell me you hate me,” I whisper, sliding my hands under her shirt, teasing her nipples through her bra. I feel her heart racing against my palm, matching my own. “Tell me you’re better off without me.”
“Levi,” she gasps when I stoop down, nipping the flesh over her collarbone. “Stop saying those things.”
I move my hand to the button on her jeans, sliding the zipper down. She lets me spread her legs with my hips, forcing her back into the car so I can rip them down her legs.
“It’s crazy how pissed off you get me,” I rasp, sliding my fingers along the seam of her wet thong.
“Like tie you up and make you scream my name until you lose your voice, pissed off.” Her head falls back when I swirl her clit through the material, and I take the chance to press my lips to her racing pulse.
“Does that sound sane to you, baby girl?”
“Levi, please . . .” she begs, her lashes fluttering heavily against her cheeks. “I want you.”
“You’ve got me, Ava,” I whisper against her throat. “Do you trust me?”
She nods feverishly when I slip her panties to the side and slide a finger inside her, testing her.
She’s soaking wet, dripping into my palm, and my mouth waters to taste her.
I want to, but not right now. I’m too fucking far gone.
The knowledge of what’s to come only furthers my need to own her as completely as she owns me.
“Use your words, Ava.”
She melts at her nickname, moaning. The sounds of my fingers moving inside her fill the clearing, and all I can think about is getting her underneath me.
“Yes, I trust you,” she breathes, reaching between us for my zipper. I groan when she fists my cock, and push her back, withdrawing my fingers from her.
I’m hard as fuck when I throw her legs over my shoulder and notch myself at her entrance. I’m not gentle when I push inside her. She cries out as I stretch her, and a growl rumbles up from my chest with the way she’s squeezing the life out of me.
I should take her back to my bed, spend the night showing her exactly what I can’t say, but there’s no time for that.
I lean back, taking her hips in my hands, and spread her wide for me. Her legs are on my shoulders, and I thrust inside her, my cock bottoming out halfway.
“ Fuck . . .” I growl, sliding out and looking down to where her pussy coats my cock. “So fucking perfect, baby.”
I thrust against her, watching myself disappear inside her. When I look up, she’s watching me, her expression cloudy with lust and need and something else I don’t want to acknowledge.
Something that looks . . . a whole lot like love.
My control slips, and I can’t help but move faster, my body slapping against hers. She’s trembling, and my fingers dig into her thighs, pounding into her while my balls slap against her ass. She takes it all, arching her back to suck me in deeper. Begging for it like the good girl she is.
Our heavy breathing fills the air, cloudy in the cold, but neither of us stops.
She feels too fucking good, and I’m too far gone.
“Oh God . . .” she moans, her eyes rolling back when I stroke that deep-seated place inside her, making her dig her nails into my hands. “Please, you’re going to make me come.”
I fuck her harder, needing to brand myself on her. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the clearing, mixing with her soft cries.
It’s not enough. I’ll never get enough.
“You feel me, Ava?” I grunt as my hips slam into hers. “Feel how fucking deep I am?”
A shudder rolls through me, and I groan deeply. She moans in return, and then the brat does something I never expected. She grins. Fucking grins.
That’s when I know I’m fucked.
I’ll give her anything she wants. All she has to do is ask.
“That’s my good girl. Such a good little slut for me,” I grunt, placing my hand flat on her stomach. I drag my thumb through the wetness covering her pussy and use it to stroke her clit in time with my thrusts.
“Levi,” she cries, body spasming as her pussy clenches around me. I grunt, shoving deep inside her, owning her with every stroke.
She sags on the hood when I pull out, only to grip her hips and drop her to her feet on the ground. I spin her around, pushing her flat to the hood, before I slide back inside her.
I slap her ass hard enough to turn it red, and in the falling snow, she moans, arching back into me for more. I grin and do it on the other side, before taking her ass in my hands and fucking her hard and rough.
There’s no gentleness in the way we fuck.
I’m not sweet with her like I have been.
It never occurred to me that she craved me as violently as I craved her.
I’ve been too soft on her lately, and she’s forgotten who owns her.
That contract signifies that she’s mine , and I’ll be damned if Cherry, the DEA, or even the entire state of Washington fuck with it.
“I’m going to remind you who I am, Ava. And when I’m done with you, you’re going to feel me for days.”
She moans, and I grip her shoulder, using it to pull her back on my cock as I fuck her fast and hard, not giving either of us room to breathe.
Lowering myself, I press my chest to her back and slide my hand around her, my throat going to her throat and squeezing.
I’ve never taken her this far, but judging by the way her pussy clenches tighter, it’s turning her on.
I test her by squeezing, stealing her breath for a moment, and I’m met with a tremble that slides through her. I can’t help but grin.
“I think she likes it,” I say in her ear, doing it again, fucking her while I steal her breath. When I release the pressure, she gasps, sucking in a lungful of air.
She cries out, eyes clenched shut and pussy dripping in my hands while I growl in her ear.
“You’re doing so fucking good, baby girl,” I rasp against the side of her throat. “You were made to take my cock. Give it all to me.”
She moans, and a tear slips down her cheek. Her nails dig into my hand and for a split second, I’m fucking terrified that I hurt her.
“Please don’t stop,” she begs, gasping for breath, and I can’t help but grin wickedly.
“That’s my girl. Take a deep breath for me, baby. I’m going to show you who owns you.”
She sucks in a heavy breath, and I tighten my hand, stealing her air and driving my cock inside her. At some point, I black out, the only feeling is her squeezing me like a fucking fist, and the need to rut inside her until she shatters for me.
Until she no other man will ever be able to make her come again.
Her hand falls from mine, and just when she’s about to go slack in my arms, she comes. I release my hand, and she gasps, her cries silent as her entire body vibrates beneath me.
I fuck her through her orgasm, powering into her until she’s shaking in my hands, back bowed, and her pussy leaking down my fingers. I don’t stop, even when she comes, I push her forward and power into her again and again until I can’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck, Ava!”
With a guttural groan, I spill inside her, my entire body vibrating above hers. I’ve never come so hard in my fucking life, and I’m not ashamed to admit it’s got nothing to do with what we just did.
It’s her.
It’s always been her.
With her orgasm fading, she shivers in the cold. The snow blankets her hair, and I brush it off her face when I turn her around to face me, keeping her pinned to the hood of the car with my body because her legs are shaking.
Gently, I brush a lone tear off her cheek, and her eyes meet mine.
There’s a new feeling in the air. Almost like the sinister silence in the calm before the storm.
I may not have it all figured out, but if there’s one thing I do know, it’s that when they learn your weakness, people will use it against you.
And unfortunately, staring down into the soft green eyes in front of me, I now know . . . Ava Lynn Ryan has become my weakness too.