Chapter 18
Levi
After returning to my office, I propped myself on the corner of the desk, facing the door with a wild smirk as I sat and waited for her to follow.
I continued laughing to myself like a fucking idiot from the second I turned a blind eye to what I’d just seen outside.
I couldn’t have been in a better mood after witnessing a Kodak moment like that.
Evie. Was. Everything. Figuratively and factually.
She went from sweet to spitfire in a matter of seconds, and now I knew for sure that she was the one.
My golden ticket. My girl.
Our bride.
Some monsters are created, while others are born like Lucas and I, and she—oh, she was fucking made just for us, and I would fight hand over fist to keep her.
The timing was perfect.
Lucas had already left, heading home to get some much-needed rest and to clear his head. The club was under control, for the most part, and I was about to bend Evie over my desk, claiming her in more ways than one.
“Look, Levi, I’m s—” The second she crossed the threshold, I was on her, slamming the door shut and locking it with my left hand while my right had her shoved up and pinned against the wall by her throat.
“What are you—” I captured her mouth with mine, swallowing the sweet moan that followed as her lips parted, and I hungrily drove my tongue past them to tangle with hers.
There would be plenty of time to talk later, but for now, I just needed to feel this perfect woman wrapped around me. I had to know what it would feel like to have her break around my cock while I came deep inside of her.
With a rough grind of my hips, I released my hold, breaking our kiss as I trailed my lips down the side of her face and jaw until they reached her neck, and I started sucking lightly on the tender skin, teasing it gently with my teeth.
“Levi.” Her breathless cry was so fucking beautiful it had my dick straining at the seams of my jeans, threatening to split my zipper from the pressure. “Levi… please.”
I pulled away at the sound of her plea, pinching her chin between my fingers and angling her head back until her eyes were locked on mine.
“Please, what?” I rasped through short, starved breaths. Desperate to continue, lust-driven with need for her, never having craved something so badly in my entire fucking life until now. Don’t tell me to stop…
Evie lifted her hands to cup my cheeks, looking at me with a longing more profound than the depths of the ocean. A look that felt like she’d been waiting for me for far longer than she’d been working here.
“I want you to take me.” She paused, wetting her swollen lips as her gaze dropped to mine, and she ran gentle fingers along them—a tender, heartfelt touch from trembling fingertips. “Make me feel...”
At her words, my mouth found its rightful place once more as her thumbs ran the length of my cheekbones before her hands drifted further back to tangle in my hair.
Never did a simple kiss feel so fucking right, or a woman taste so much like mine.
I picked Evie up by her thighs, wrapping them around my waist as I jerked my hips in a rolling motion, letting her get a good feel for my size. She moaned, tugging my strands with one hand while the other dropped to my shoulder and wound my shirt in a tight fist.
Adjusting my hold, I released one of her legs to reach between us, sliding my hand under the waistband of her bikini before dipping my middle finger into her to discover just how wet she was.
“Holy fuck babygirl.” I moaned my approval. “I’d ask how badly you want me, but I believe she is already speaking for you. And my god, is she dripping her answer right into my palm like the good fucking girl she is.”
Evie parted her lips as her head fell back with a gasp, her eyes fighting to remain open as I added a second finger, pushing them even deeper before pulling them both out and carrying her across the room to my desk.
Once there, I gently lowered her legs to the floor, right before roughly twirling her around and bending her forward, my palm pinning her to the surface by the center of her shoulder blades.
She stretched her arms out like a cat, sharp nails digging into the wood as she pushed her ass against me with a whimpered moan that begged for me to fuck her.
Unable to refuse such an irresistible invitation, I took a short step back to unbuckle my belt and free my throbbing cock from the jeans it had been fighting. So fucking hard from the sight of her, standing over that man with her heel pressed to his head, threatening to execute.
Of all the things that could be a turn on, a woman set to kill was abso-fucking-lutely one of them, and I only wished she had followed through with it.
I stroked myself once, twice before sliding my dick right up against the apex of her thighs so she could feel every inch of what I was about to drive into her soaked cunt.
Bending forward, I leaned in close to her ear, brushing the loose tendrils of pink hair to the side so I could get a good look at her pretty face as I filled and stretched her to capacity.
“You feel that, beautiful? Every fucking inch is all for you, and this—” I took her left hand in mine and pulled it behind her back to palm the head of my cock.
I could hear the quivering breath she inhaled when her fingers grazed past the tip.
“I’ll bet you’ve never felt a man come harder than when he’s pierced. ”
A challenge my brother and I had set for ourselves when we turned eighteen: Who could handle a dick piercing or be the first to run out the door?
The procedure was easy; it was the recovery time that sucked the fucking most, which is why I just stuck with my Prince Albert. Lucas got the reverse version, and then, to one-up me after the fact, followed it up a few days later with a five-bar Jacob’s ladder.
I didn’t bother trying to compete at that point, even though I sometimes wished I had.
The sensations from the piercing, the increased stimulation while fucking with it, were beyond anything I’d felt prior, and worth every torturous week I had to wait while it healed.
“Spread those gorgeous thighs, babygirl. Let me feel this tight pussy welcome me home.”
Evie moved quickly, parting her legs wide enough for me to lean back and slide her thong bikini aside before lining myself up and pressing the cold steel against her warm center.
“Yes, please.” Her need morphed into a breathy moan as she tilted her hips back and lifted onto her toes, allowing me a better angle.
“Grip the sides of the desk and hold on tight.”
She didn’t waste any time repositioning her hands, nearly white knuckling the edges on either side in anticipation as I pulled back, gently caressing her hips, before slamming my full length into her, jolting the desk as she screamed my name like a fucking prayer.
I couldn’t control myself after hearing a god-given sound like that; Evie’s heavenly cry was my ultimate undoing.
Her pussy was so damn tight that even I moaned in ecstasy the moment I was fully seated inside of her, reveling in the feel of her walls as they squeezed my dick like a vice.
I started moving with rough, precise thrusts, my fingers digging into her hips as I released one hand to trail up her spine while she writhed under me.
The longer I had her in this position, the more I felt as though something wasn’t quite right, that fucking her like this was almost… wrong. Like she deserved better from me.
Following through with my earlier intention, I pulled out completely, her pleasure dripping from my cock as I flipped her around to face me and drove myself back in, propping one of her shins against my shoulder.
Evie’s brilliant blue, almost teal eyes never left mine as we fucked, her hand intimately grazing along the one I had set on her waist, sending a shiver up my spine.
My pacing slowed as I felt a tether tighten between us—a connection making itself known, as I started seeing her in a completely different light, feeling my heart thrashing against my ribcage hard enough to burst through the bone and fall into her lap.
I swallowed a moan as the pleasure consumed me, and this fuck grew to a more emotional level. Seeing her face and the way she looked up at me while taking every solid inch at full tilt.
“What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?” Evie panted between bated breaths and lustful gasps.
I shook my head, trying to snap out of the trance she had managed to drag me under—trying to figure out what the fuck was happening to me.
“Nothing, I—”
I was here to stake my claim.
I was here to make her mine.
I was crossing a line far too fucking soon.
Fuck.
Tilting forward, I cupped the back of her neck, lifting her upper body toward mine before locking my lips with hers and moaning into them as I curled my hips with a passionate drive, turning what started as a fuck into something more, at least for me.
Life was all about taking risks, and what good would a marriage be without the risk of attachment? The risk of falling…
Her eyes drifted shut as one hand tangled in my hair and the other slipped under the collar of my shirt to grip onto my shoulder for support, her nails digging into my skin—marking me, and I fucking let her.
I reached between us to tease her clit, feeling her walls flex and tighten around my cock with the lightest of touches.
“Come for me, babygirl. Give me a piece of you to take with me.”
Our fervent kiss deepened as her whole body tensed, right before she found her climax, and I muffled her sweet cries with my mouth. Her pussy spasmed around my dick, leading me to find my release right after, feeling the warmth of my cum as it spilled into her with every strong pulse.
My hands dropped to the desk, palms pressing firmly into the wood as I stared down at the woman who had inevitably flipped my world on its axis.
Evie clung to me, fists tightly balled up in my shirt as she focused on her breathing. And even through her exhaustion, she still managed to give me exactly what I needed.
A look that told me I had succeeded.
Reassurance that she was mine.
The overwhelming feeling of her becoming my forever.
And now this next week was going to fucking suck without my girl.