20. Levi
CHAPTER TWENTY
LEVI
I leaned against the granite countertop in the candle lit kitchen, surveying the ingredients spread before me. Renting this house near the convent had been a stroke of genius, if I did say so myself. It had been all too easy to come up with a reason for Sister Evelyn to visit.
Tonight’s dinner was not just about food. It was strategy, seduction, control. I prepared every dish meticulously, each one chosen for their aphrodisiac properties. Oysters, avocados, pomegranates, strawberries, figs, dark chocolate. Then with a subtle enchantment, I infused the food with a spell to heighten her desire with every bite.
The drinks were no exception. I poured rich red wine into an antique Irish crystal decanter, infusing the liquid with my magic. To her untrained palate, it would taste like sweet grape juice. She would never know the difference.
I hummed to myself as I arranged the plates with artistic precision, a vibrant tapestry of colors and textures designed to be as visually appealing as they were flavorful.
As the lights dimmed, a warm, soft glow from the candles illuminated the condensation glistening on a second enchanted wine bottle, nestled in a silver ice bucket. Of my many sins, chilling red wine might be among the most heinous, at least according to mortal wine snobs.
My anticipation filled the quiet room. This was going to be perfect. Poor demure Evelyn wouldn’t stand a chance against my allure and this sensual feast. By the end of the night, I’d have her begging for more than just a second helping of oysters.
I checked my appearance in the mirror one last time, ensuring I looked polished but not intimidating. The doorbell’s chime cut through the quiet, signaling Evelyn’s arrival.
Ha. I’d figured she would arrive early, eager to help despite her misgivings. I strode to the door and opened it, greeting her with a wide smile.
Time for the little sister to experience more of what I had to offer. This time I had her all to myself, to fuck as I wanted, as long as she could take it. And maybe a little longer, just for my pleasure.
When I opened the door, her amber eyes widened with recognition, but she didn’t bolt. She stood hesitantly, her simple green shirt and long skirt doing nothing to hide the luscious body I knew lay beneath. She fidgeted then clasped her hands nervously in front of her.
I gestured for her to come inside. “Come in. It’s just dinner. I promise, no tricks.”
That much was true. Tonight’s tricks were all waiting for her at the table.
She paused at the threshold but eventually stepped inside, her flats clicking on the wooden floor. I could practically see her fighting between duty and instinct as she took in the lushly romantic setting. Her fingers trembled as she tucked a stray strand of golden hair behind her ear, and I hid my triumph.
She was falling for it already.
“I thought I was supposed to be here for a legal case,” she said, her tone cool, almost cold. At least she didn’t sound like a frightened mouse. She had a backbone in there somewhere. If we could only find it.
“It’s nothing fancy.” I ushered her toward the table. “I just wanted to make sure you felt special.”
She sat down, tracing the embroidered edge of the napkin, then looking around the elegant apartment. “I’m not sure I can stay long.”
I leaned in close as I wove in a persuasive charm. “At least have a bite. You’ve had a rough few days. Let me take care of you tonight.”
She didn’t move to pick anything up to eat, her full lips compressed.
“Come on, have you ever had oysters?”
“No.” Her lips thinned more, but she sat down.
Very good, little sister. “Come on. Just try it. I promise, I won’t bite.”
Not tonight. Maybe next time. Aziz had played a bit too hard that way with her last night. I wasn’t going to feel like a rerun.
I took a seat across from her as she picked up an oyster. She lifted the shell to her lips and looked at me quizzically.
“That’s right. Tip your head back and let the oyster slide in. It’s a delicacy.”
The moment the salty liquor of the shellfish rolled over her tongue, her entire demeanor shifted. She relaxed and her eyes widened as she breathed deeply.
“Tasty, isn’t it?” I purred, relishing the look of bliss that spread across her face.
The evening flowed like the enchanted wine, smooth and intoxicating. I kept the conversation playful, showering Evelyn with compliments that made her squirm and flush prettily. Her initial unease melted away, replaced by a growing warmth and enjoyment of my company and the food.
“You look stunning tonight, Evelyn. You’re absolutely radiant,” I said, my gaze lingering on the rise and fall of her breasts, the long line of her throat.
She ducked her head, looking at me through her long lashes. “You’re too kind.”
I poured her more “grape juice” and watched as she sipped it contentedly, a soft sigh escaping her lips. The wine was working its magic, leaving her warm and euphoric.
“I’m just being honest. You’re a vision, Evelyn. You deserve to feel special.”
By the time I brought out dessert, chocolate-dipped strawberries, Evelyn was giggling, her reserved persona giving way to something more relaxed and uninhibited.
I selected a particularly luscious berry and held it out to her. “Try this.”
After a brief, apprehensive pause, she leaned in, her soft lips grazing my fingertips as she took the strawberry into her mouth. She glanced away, catching her breath.
The innocence was almost too much to bear.
“See? You’re letting yourself enjoy the moment. Doesn’t that feel good?”
She exhaled slowly as her inhibitions continued to slip away. “Maybe?”
I moved closer, my hand gently brushing against hers, saying nothing. A few minutes later, she was so relaxed she was practically liquid, her eyes clouded with desire.
My time had come. I leaned in close, my lips brushing her ear, strands of her blonde hair tickling my cheek. “You don’t have to guess. Just let yourself feel it.”
“Levi, I don’t know…” she began, but her words faltered as I moved closer, my lips brushing the corner of her mouth.
Slowly, I traced the outline of her collarbone with my fingertips, savoring the goosebumps that erupted in its wake. Her initial protest faded as her body responded instinctively, her pupils dilated, betraying her arousal. The cloudy lust in her eyes was intoxicating.
“Levi, I don’t know...” I leaned in, my tongue grazing the corner of her mouth with the lightest caress.
The heat building inside her was palpable now, the enchanted food and drink overpowering her fragile defenses. I could taste the sweetness of the strawberry mixed with her desire and uncertainty as I pulled back.
“What?” I whispered against her ear. “Don’t you want this?”
Her eyelids fluttered closed as she leaned into me, a soft moan escaping her throat. As our lips met in a long deep kiss, I slid my hand to rest on the small of her back, pulling her body closer to mine.
“I shouldn’t,” she whispered, but I carefully unbuttoned her shirt, ignoring her soft protests. The stiff peaks of her nipples under her demure cream-colored bra were lovely, and as I stoked them through the thin barrier as her slight breathy moans turned into soft whimpers.
The way her body responded to mine, the way she melted against my touch spoke louder than any words.
“This can’t be real,” she murmured.
“It is now.” I dropped gentle kisses along her jawline and neck.
The room fell silent, save for our heavy breathing. Her hair tickled my nose as she leaned away from me to catch her breath. As she looked at me pleadingly, I couldn’t resist another kiss, this time harder, nipping her lower lip.
The rustling of fabric echoed through the room as I urged her to stand up from the table. Evelyn stumbled slightly but found support in my arms while her skirt whispered against my pants. We moved closer together until our bodies were pressed against each other’s heat.
“Please stop,” she whispered, but even as the words of protest left her lips, she pressed even closer to me, soft and yielding against my raging hard on.
“There is no stopping now.” I lifted her gently into my arms and walked toward the bedroom. “You belong to me.”
She’d be begging me soon enough. This woman, this innocent, was mine to corrupt and I would darken her soul until she came to me eagerly, hungrily.
Evelyn whimpered softly but didn’t struggle as I lay her on the soft bed, her legs parting eagerly.
“This isn’t right,” she murmured. “You’re not what you say you are.”
I kissed her again, running a hand up her inner thigh. I’d enjoyed the taste of her last night, and now I’d have her in all the ways I wanted.
“Does it matter?” I whispered against her lips before moving down to tease her neck with even softer kisses. “Do you care?”
“Yes,” she whispered. I trailed lower, nipping at her earlobe before sucking gently. She squirmed beneath me, an intoxicating mix of hunger and resistance.
“Please,” she groaned softly. “Please, Levi.” I didn’t know if she was begging me to continue or stop. It was an echo of last night, and my cock throbbed, eager to be buried in her. Pussy, ass or mouth, it didn’t much care.
Preferably all three, but we’d see.
I pulled her bra straps down her arms and lifted her with one hand so I could reach around and unclasp her bra with the other. Her heavy breasts fell into my palm, and I smiled wickedly as I leaned in to taste one of her rosy nipples. She moaned wordlessly this time, arching her back off the bed.
It took no time to get her skirt and panties off. As I explored her wet folds with gentle fingers, Evelyn bucked against me, throwing her head back in pleasure.
Her hips rolled rhythmically against my touch, begging for release from this sweet agony. “Please.”
I plunged two fingers into her slick heat, groaning at the tight grip around them. “You’re so wet, so tight.”
Tight enough I wanted her to orgasm and loosen up before I put my cock into her. It was big enough to hurt, and I wanted this specific encounter to be more about the pleasure.
Time enough for the pain later.
I curled my fingers, finding the spot inside her that would make her come undone. Tormenting that spot, I listened as her protests turned into wordless moans and then finally cries of pleasure.
“Levi!” she yelled as she orgasmed around my fingers.
It was music to my ears. This was only the beginning, and we had a lot of ground to cover.
I pulled my soaked fingers out slowly, watching as she opened her eyes blearily, still dazed.
“Now,” I whispered before yanking my clothes off and climbing on top of her. “Now I take you, make you mine.”
I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, moistening it before pushing gently inside her. So tight, so wet. Flexing, I rocked into her.
Her eyes widened, and her hands curled on my shoulders, pushing. Instead, I thrust deeper, making her take more of me. I shifted my hips slightly, rubbing against that sensitive spot on the inside of her, and she keened loudly, arching into the mattress beneath us.
“No!” She braced her legs, but it only helped me drive deeper into her pussy. She was so tight around me, so warm and wet. Moaning, she shuddered as I moved inside her, slowly at first then faster and harder.
“Tell me,” I growled as I bit down on her neck gently. “Tell me you want this.”
She whimpered. “Yes,” she whispered breathlessly before screaming from the sweetest of agony. Her body tensed beneath mine as another wave of pleasure consumed her.
Still rock hard, I pulled out. I had bigger plans for her tonight. If Ian had her cunt first, I’d be first up her ass. Using her excess of wetness I lubed up her asshole and pushed in so slowly, groaning at the tightness.
While it was going to hurt her, I planned for her to enjoy this.
“No!” she cried, small nails digging into my chest, drawing blood. “Please. Not there.”
She began to sob as I continued to enter her ass inch by painstaking inch.
I licked the tears off her face, then reached between us and put my thumb on her clit, pressing hard as I let the sensation from her little nub distract her from me sinking deeper into her.
“Look at me,” I commanded. She slowly raised her gaze to meet mine, her pretty lips trembling. “Tell me you want this. Tell me to fuck you.”
“I, I…” she stammered.
“Now!” I growled, letting the barest glimmer of my demon’s self shine in my eyes.
Evelyn shuddered under me. “I want you.”
“I want you, master.”
She swallowed. “I want you, master . Please, fuck me.”
So hot.
“All mine, bitch.” I picked up the pace.
She winced and tried to wiggle out from under me, but I held her in place as I finally entered her completely. Fucking hell. She felt amazing.
“Master, why?” she cried.
“Because it feels good.” I pulled out slightly and slammed back in as my thumb continued working on her clit. Then I grabbed her hand and guided it to her pussy.
It would be even better if she cooperated in this, making her fall even harder.
“Play with yourself, little dove. Press there. Fuck me back.” I pushed her fingers against her clit and moved her hand back and forth, showing her the rhythm, guiding her.
She moaned and began to move her hand under mine, keeping time with my thrusts. My cock was on fire inside her ass, and I had to stop myself from coming then and there as I watched her.
Soon, her hips bucked against me, meeting my rhythm as she came undone around our fingers.
“Yes!” she screamed as I emptied myself into her ass.
We lay there, panting heavily for what felt like hours. When I finally pulled out, I looked down at her. Rumpled, sweaty, debauched… she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I brushed a strand of hair from Evelyn’s face as she sprawled on the bed, legs still apart. Her eyes unfocused, still clearly reeling from the intensity of what we had just shared. From the fact she’d helped with her ass fucking.
“You’re incredible,” I murmured, satisfaction lacing my tone.
Evelyn remained silent, lost in a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I could see the doubt warring with the lingering bliss on her beautiful features. She seemed to be struggling to process the events of the evening, her memories fragmented and hazy from the enchanted wine and aphrodisiac-laced meal.
I traced a finger along her jaw and down her neck, relishing the shiver it elicited. The early steps of corrupting this untainted, devout woman had been even more delicious than I anticipated. Breaking down her walls, coaxing out her repressed desires, claiming her still virginal body in the most forbidden ways... It was intoxicating.
“I should go,” Evelyn finally whispered, her words slurred. She made a feeble attempt to sit up.
I pressed a hand to her shoulder, easing her back down. “Shh, rest a while longer. You’ve had quite the night.”
Her brow furrowed as she fought to clear the fog from her mind. “This was wrong. I shouldn’t have...”
“Don’t overthink it,” I soothed. “What we shared was beautiful. Special.” I leaned in closer, my lips brushing her ear. “Embrace it.”